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"Did you hear something Mrs. Norris? Pesky children should learn to stay in bed!"

He sighed in relief as Filch moved away. After leaving Hermione at the Astronomy tower he had flown to the quidditch shack to put away his broom. He had also looked for Seamus but had never found the son of a gun. He figured he had made it to Madam Pomfrey to treat the three broken ribs he was inflicted with or he had stumbled off a drunken fool.

As he climbed through the portrait hole to his common room he was attacked by a pair of strong arms wrapping around him. After a small struggle he realized it was a hug nothing endangering. He turned to see Zabini with a worried look on his face. "Blaize what's the matter with you?"

"I thought someone found out it was you!"

"What?"

"It's just you were gone so long I was worried that someone had found out who you were. That they had killed you or worse."

It finally dawned on him. He was supposed to be back hours ago and here he was coming in late to see his friend who was worried sick. "I'm so sorry Blaize I just was side tracked and ended up having to sneak through the halls past Filch so it took some time." He pulled in Blaize for a hug. After a minute or so the two sprang apart coughing and mumbling. Slytherins aren't exactly known for showing emotion. Blaize was the first to outright speak. "So what was so distracting?'

"Blaize, buddy ol' pal you are going to want to sit down for this one!"

He explained about his knightly actions in saving a damsel in distress and who the dragon had been and what treasure he had been seeking. By the end Blaize looked like he wanted to vomit all over Seamus before ripping him to pieces. "What a sick, twisted bastard! The poor girl! Hey wait a minute you never said who she was! Well who is she?"

"I saved the princess herself, one Hermione Granger." He wasn't going to lie, it felt good to save her. It felt even better when she curled into him on the broom ride.

"What!? You have got to be kidding little miss perfect. I mean she was all saintly but you have to admit this new wardrobe is so hot. But you don't assault her she will beat your ass!"

"I don't think she was expecting him to do something so outrageous. I mean after all he is in her house and he was pretty close with Weasel." He had thought a lot about this since saving her. I mean she is the brightest witch of their age, surely she could have stopped Seamus before he had gotten so close.

"So does she know it was you?"

"I don't think so…"

"Well how can you be so certain?"

"She smiled at me."

"What?"

"I got the golden girl to smile at me. It wasn't just her little thankful smile, I got the real smile." He noticed that Blaize was chuckling to himself by this point and he just shook his head. "You my friend have got it bad!" still chuckling he looked at his curious gaze. "You like her! You've fallen for the Gryffindor Princess!" Blaize chuckled and headed for the dorm, giving him time to digest the truth.

"Shit!"

Hermione's POV

"Hello, if it isn't the Gryffindor sweet heart here to put all of our grades to shame one last time."

"Zabini, lovely to see you as always!" She said with so much sarcasm it could kill a troll.

"Aww don't be that way Granger. I'm just trying to break the ice."

"What do you want Zabini?"

"I wanted to apologize. You know for always backing up Malfoy and the other Slytherins."

She immediately started to poke at him. "Who are you and where is Blaize?!"

"Ha-ha stop it Hermione that tickles!" by now she had him keeled over on the floor in fits of laughter as she continued to poke and tickle him.

What many didn't know was that back in first year Hermione and Blaize had been friendly maybe even friends with one another. As the years had gone by they had simply drifted to different sides. But they were never rude to one another. They had just stood by and watched their friends torment one another.

"Friends, Mrs. Granger?"

"We are delightfully so!"

Zabini led her on a walk outside talking and laughing like old times. Meanwhile a certain Italian was playing a little game of match maker.

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