SUPER SHORT ...SORRY GUYS!
"We ended it once." Hermione told him as we watched her walk around fingering dracos things "we just… it wasn't right, so he let me walk away. That was before…" she trailed off and was once again lost in thought, and all blaise could do was watch his bestfriends almost widow mourn for him.
5 years before.
She cleared her throat. To get his attention.
"I think we should stop this."
He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his palm. "am I not good enough for you any more, Granger?"
"I wasn't talking altogether. I meant... this." Here she pointed to his lip. "This has gone too far. This isn't how..."
"Touch me."
His unpremeditated command startled both of them. She stared at him. He cleared his throat.
"Touch me without hurting me and tell me what you're thinking."
She hesitantly reached out and cupped his face. Her thumb strayed toward his red lip but stopped short.
"So?" he asked, his mouth quirked on one side in that usual infuriating way when he thought he was right.
Hermione withdrew her hand and scowled. "I want to slap that look off your face."
"Exactly my point." And here he licked the blood off his lip again. It stung, but it was worth it to see the revulsion cross her expression. She began to pick up her other garments. He thought to pull her back, but let her dress. Watched her go. not knowing that the next time he saw her. It wouldn't be like this. The next time he saw her, it would change everything.
