A/N: Written for HSWW (C&A)

House: Hufflepuff

1st September Challenge

Prompt: Meeting a crush/girl/boyfriend

Word Count: 356


Hermione was heading towards her new dormitory; her Head Girl badge glistening in the moonlight. She was proud of gaining the title, having worked her way towards it for years. When she received the letter containing the badge and the opportunity to come back after the reconstruction of Hogwarts, Hermione jumped at the opportunity. It took some talking to, but she managed to persuade Harry and Ron into returning as well. After everything that had happened, school was a perfect distraction for Hermione.

People lost others, and their things were destroyed in the war; Hermione was no exception to the group. She lost her parents, her home, and her love; so returning to Hogwarts was a good decision to make.

She sighed, looking through the pillars to the outside and the moon that aided in lighting her path. Hermione blinked as a shadow formed through the pillar; she had to be hallucinating. The shadow grew and approached her, changing from the shade of darkness into the light of a person. Hermione's breath hitched at the sight of the aristocratic features and dark complexion. She looked into the dark orbs of her presumed fallen beloved.

"B-Blaise?" Hermione said softly. She couldn't believe her eyes. "You're here!" Hermione ran into Blaise's arms.

He held her tightly, leaning his head in her hair. "Did you think you were getting rid of me that easily?" Blaise asked.

Hermione hit him in the arm. "I thought you were dead! I saw…" Hermione looked down. "...I saw you fall."

Blaise lifted her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. "A mere illusion. I can assure you I'm alive and well as well as an Eighth Year."

Hermione smiled. "Well, as Head Girl, it is my duty to escort you to your dormitory."

He offered his arm to her. "As your boyfriend, it is my duty to spend time with you."

The bookworm chuckled at Blaise before accepting his arm and walking down the corridor with a little more jump in her step. At the very least, there was one thing that she could take off her list of losses.