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All That You Haven't Got
Chapter Six:
Over a Cup of Coffee

"H-Hermione?" asked Ginny carefully, glancing carefully at her friend that suddenly gone unhealthily pale. "Are… are you all right? Do you need to go to the Hospital Wing? I can take you there."

"I j-just want to sleep," Hermione mumbled shakily before she abruptly stood to her and bolted toward her dorm. Brushing off the thought of Parvati and Lavender asking her a slue of questions once their eyes landed on her or whenever she had awoken from her hopefully endless sleep, she slipped under her bed's covers and squeezed her eyes tight. She just wanted to sleep and indeed did she ever sleep. In fact, she fell into such a deep sleep she was able to miss dinner, finding herself waking to the next morning.

Her morning greeting, however, was rather unwanted and terribly immature and annoying. Someone was prodding and poking her face.

"Well, you poke her this time," urged a voice. "I'm not going to poke her again. She could, I dunno, bite or something!"

"Get the Head Girl!" exclaimed another voice.

"We don't need to take drastic measures like those." responded the first one.

"Then what do we do?"

"Wait… I think she's stirring."

Hermione swatted a hand away from her face as she shot up, glaring at whoever was in the room. "Parvati! Lavender! Honestly, have a little respect and let me sleep!" she snapped. "If you haven't noticed I've got a bit of a problem!"

"You're right!" exclaimed Parvati, running a hand through her glossy dark hair. "Your hair is a mess! If you're going to meet Blaise today you'll have to look at least presentable! Oh Lav, we've got to work fast!"

Without hesitation Hermione violently slapped the girls' hands away from her hair, leveling the both of them with death glares. "No, no, no, no, NO!" she exclaimed furiously. "I'm not with Zabini; I'm not snogging him and I am going to tutor him like this!"

She then jumped to her feet, grabbed her nearest books and school shoes, and stomped out of her dorms, down the stairs, across the common room, and away from the Gryffindor Tower all together. She, thankfully, was still wearing her uniform from the night before – sure, it was crinkled and all that – but it was better than walking out with her usual nightgown on. She continued storming toward the Hospital Wing, glaring dangerously at any student that apparently looked at her the wrong way.

Swinging the Hospital Wing doors violently open, she stomp her fuming form over to Blaise's bedside and dumped her books carelessly on the foot of his bed without his consent. She then took a seat and a deep breath, her breath rigid and forced. Blaise raised an eyebrow at her in return.

"Why, may I ask, are you here, Granger? It's the weekend."

Hermione jumped to her feet, glaring at him menacingly. Her hair was a complete mess: astray and sticking out in every direction, giving everyone the impression that she truly was a mad woman. She then opened her mouth and, as all would expect a scream to come out of it, a sob, instead, slipped from her trembling lips. Within the next second, she collapsed on the stool she previously jumped off of and began sobbing hard. She really didn't have any idea to why she began sobbing so abruptly, the only warning sign was her nose tingling for a moment and then – bam! – tears everywhere.

Blaise looked at her horrified. He never fancied when a girl cried – let alone someone like Hermione. She started to sob even louder. "Um… G-Granger… mind taking this outside or… Actually, anywhere would be fine… as long as you're far away from me –"

"Not now, Zabini," Hermione cried, sobbing into her hands loudly. "I-I've g-got enough th-things o-on my m-mind."

"Um…" was all he could manage to say.

"Oh Blaise," she sobbed. Wait. Did his ears deceive him or did she just address him by his first name? "I-It's n-n-not f-fair! It's not bloody fair!"

And just as quickly as she burst out into tears, she began to calm down. She quickly wiped her red, swollen eyes and brushed the strands of her damp hair away that must have gotten in the way of the frenzy of tears.

"You… called me by my first name," Blaise stated after she had regained composure.

"Yes," admitted Hermione grimly. "Apparently I did. But only because I was in a moment of insanity."

"You… still called me by my first name," he replied. He paused for a moment before continuing smoothly, attempting to forget her earlier outburst. "By the way, I believe you already know about the rumor going around this blasted castle?"

She nodded her aching head slowly. She knew he probably hated it as much as she did.

"Well, I think that it be better if we discontinued our studying together," he suggested coolly. "I just don't want us to encourage the rumors."

"My point exactly," Hermione sniffed and she began to gather her books but Blaise stopped her.

"I know this is usually not me, Granger," he sighed. He knew he'd regret this later. "But, since you've been through this ordeal… you can eat breakfast with me inside the Hospital Wing. I believe the last thing you need is to face a room filled with obscure rumors and unwanted questions." She looked at him gratefully. Though, she was a little skeptical of his unusual behavior.

"Oh. Thank you," she breathed weakly.

Blaise held out his wand and recited loudly, "accio house elf!"

Suddenly a poor little house elf flew into the room and Hermione gasped as the creature fell onto the floor. She began to reach to pick it up, but it was already on its feet. "Yes sir?" it squeaked, assuming Blaise was the one that summoned for it. "What will you be wanting Squeaky to be getting sir?"

"Why don't you ask the lady first?" suggested Blaise.

"Y-Yes sir!" squeaked Squeaky. "What will you be wanting Miss?"

Normally, Hermione would refuse to ask a house elf for anything but she also didn't fancy fetching the food herself, thinking of the dreadful walk through the hallways filled with staring students she'd have to endure.

"Some orange juice, and toast will be all, thank you." The house elf nodded its head quickly and turned to Blaise, waiting for an order.

"Hmm… toast and scrambled eggs… with a large cup of coffee – cream and sugar," Blaise waved the house elf away.

"You shouldn't be drinking coffee," Hermione mumbled. Blaise glanced at her smirking.

"A cup of coffee for the lady too – hurry!" he called after the house elf. The little creature eagerly nodded its head and dashed off.

"No!" called Hermione, frowning when Squeaky had disappeared out of sight. She turned to Blaise, wrinkling her nose. "Why'd you do that? I despise coffee."

"Now, you can't despise coffee," Blaise replied, smirking.

"What good does it do?" she asked him. "Don't tell me it makes the world turn."

"No, but it definitely makes the morning a lot more cheerful," he answered rather cheekily, glancing at the unoccupied books that she had dumped on the foot of his bed earlier. "Have you read my story yet?"

"No…" she answered quietly. "I… was busy."

"Well," Blaise muttered as he reached for the papers. "If you haven't read them then I'll take them back."

"No," replied Hermione firmly, swiping the papers away before he could grab them. "I'll read them later. Did you know coffee stunts your growth?"

"It did wonders on me," Blaise retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If I hadn't drank coffee, then, I'd be a giant. Too bad I'm only six feet."

"I hate sarcasm," Hermione scowled.

"You use it all the time – you know, on your Weasel friend."

"Only because Ron doesn't usually understand it," she replied bitterly.

"Oh, picking on others, are you Miss Granger? I do believe there is a little Slytherin in you," Blaise smirked. She glared daggers at him I return.

"I'll never be a Slytherin," she scoffed. "I never want to be one either."

"Being a Slytherin isn't all that bad," he informed indiligently. "It's better then being pure and perfect. You've got to break the rules sometimes."

"Here is your coffee you've been wanting Sir and Miss!" squeaked Squeaky as he brought them a tray with cups, coffee, sugar cubes, and cream. "I'll be right back with the food Sir and Miss!"

Blaise poured coffee into a cup and dropped into two sugar cups along with some cream and began to stir the ingredients together. Hermione grimly watched him take a sip of his drink. He placed the cup down and to pour coffee in her unoccupied cup. And just as she began to protest he cut her off with a simple, polite question. "Do you fancy your coffee strong?"

She sighed, defeated and answered. "No. A little cream and sugar will be all, thank you." He added cream and sugar and passed her the cup, masking a smirk.

She delicately took a sip of the coffee, regretting she ever did – now she was suddenly fond of the hot taste of coffee. She continued sipping it, glancing ever-so-often at Blaise, never noticing until now how endearing his cobalt colored eyes were…

A/N: OH! Romantic-ishhh. Cute, eh? A little on the short side though, sorry. I was a little rushed to write this chapter. So, ahem, the real question is… does Blaise find her eyes or anything about Miss Granger 'endearing' as well? I ONLY KNOW for now… heh. Review if you wish to find out!