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"Have you planned my demise yet?" Blaise Zabini asked, leaning on her doorframe, his feet crossed and his walking stick held up by his index finger. Hermione looked up at him, frowned and continued what she was doing. Blaise was about to say something when he heard her speak.

"You look like an Italian version of Lucious Malfoy with that walking stick you carry around, you know that?" She said, she wasn't able to see the smirk he had when she said it. He shrugged her comment and twirled his walking stick against the carpet floor.

"So, how am I going to end, Ms. Granger?" He teased, although he still doesn't know if her wanting to kill him was a joke or not but the thought of her looking all evil and manically made him want to laugh.

"I have come to realize, three minutes ago, that a better thing to spend my time with is to figure out how I can talk to Draco again. And planning your death is a waste of it because I know that someone out there has it all planned out which I am sure will be more fun to watch." After saying that, Blaise noticed what she was doing. She was scanning a brown, hard bound book on her lap as she held her diary in her left hand and her wand at the right.

"You are trying to find out where he is, exactly?" He welcomed himself in and sat at the edge of her bed. She looked at him, with an eyebrow raised and pursed lips. He didn't mind her gesture and leisurely leaned back on his elbows.

"Do your best in that and you might just end up bringing him here." He winked at her and started for her door. She slightly had a feeling that what he had said is true. That she can bring him here, that she might accomplish it if she does her best. She couldn't help but to give him a smile.

She lost her hope when she hadn't seen any response from Draco all day. She had all sorts of thought on what had happened to him and not one of them is close to a good thing. She was paranoid. And Blaise came, the one she had actually wanted to strangle downstairs, and brought her hopes up!

"Hey, Zabini!-" She called.

"Blaise," He interjected. Hermione looked surpsrised but smiled.

"Zabini, are you staying here for the night?" She asked, using his surname to taunt him. He turned around, smirked and nodded.

"Oh," was all Hermione could say and she continued her work with the diary. Blaise didn't push the subject and just walked out, keeping her door open as Lupin has instructed.

It was now midnight and Hermione couldn't sleep. She stared at her ceiling trying to think of something that would make her go to sleep. She was so tired of figuring out the diary and how she can force Draco to talk to her but it was fruitless. She was pretty furious with herself for not being able to sleep when streaks of morning sunlight came through her window. She tried to cover her eyes with her blanket when she heard her name being called out from the window.

"Hermione!" The voice called out, it even threw pebbles through her window and managed to topple a vase positioned on the chest at the foot of her bed. She sat up and walked to her window. She had her wand in her pajama bottoms, she peeped through the window. She inhaled loudly; her hands flew to her mouth. She can't believe her eyes! There, outside in the garden, his blonde hair against the sunlight, his mouth beaming at her in delight.

"Draco?" She was so happy. She hadn't even needed to stress herself with the diary thing! He was right there! She rubbed her eyes to make sure he was real. When he didn't vanish, she climbed out of the window. It was strange that there was a ladder situated there but she was too happy to even notice.

She was about to climb down the ladder when her right leg pushed her diary over the window. She didn't hear a thump when it landed, but she saw Draco picked it up and smiled at her in a mocking manner. She hurried her way down the ladder and when she reached the garden, he was already reading through her diary.

"Draco Malfoy, you don't have the right to read my personal journal, you know!" She told him with her hands on her hips. Draco looked up at her, smirked and raised her diary.

"Oh, you mean this? I haven't read a thing! Only the part where you said I miss Draco so much and I know he misses me too. I wish I could see him and hug him and maybe he will kiss me the way he kissed me back in the Hogwarts Express!" He said the last part in a fake girly voice that should've resembled Hermione but came out like a squeaky Pansy Parkinson imitation.

Hermione laughed at what he did but suddenly remembered that he was actually making fun of her. She started to approach him when he sprinted away, around the garden. She let out a small laugh; she didn't know there first meeting after weeks would be like this, running around Tonks' garden. She ran after him, her strappy sandals giving a weird feeling around her left foot.

They ran around in circles through the garden. She as nearing him now! Just a step away and she was making a grab for him when one of the straps in her sandals snapped! And next thing she knew she was falling.

Falling.

Falling.

"Oof!"

"Umpf!"

"What the-?"

"AAH!" Hermione Granger fell off her bed onto Blaise Zabini, who until she fell, was sleeping soundly on her bedroom floor.

"What are you doing here, Zabini!?"

"What are you doing to me?!" Blaise said pointing at her position on top of him.

"I…I was running!" Hermione explained, not making any sense to him at all.

"Granger, you might want to get off me first because-"

"What's poking my stomach? Is that your wand?" She pushed herself up with her hands on either side of Blaise's head, leisurely, and looked at him for a response.

"Err, no." Was all Blaise has to say for Hermione to flush and start getting up in a quick pace. She forgot that her foot was caught up in the blanket which was now stuck with Blaise's feet too. Hermione fell over Blaise for the second time and was very agitated to think straight and be able to untangle herself from the blanket.

She squirmed around on top of Blaise which was causing him ultimate discomfort and her spaghetti strapped top didn't help one bit. He noticed when they were chest to chest, that she doesn't wear a bra to bed. And he only wears his boxers to sleep so their wardrobe wasn't a very big help on his part.

Hermione was utterly bewildered when Blaise rolled her to her side so that he was the one on top. She looked at him straight in the eye, her hands were in front of her and was ready to push him away when she felt a tug on her foot. He sat up and leaned on the side of her bed, eyes closed.

"Sorry," Hermione muttered in a small voice.

"You should be." He retorted, his eyes still closed.

"What were you-"

"You know what, Granger? I'm tired, I haven't slept in four days in a row because I had to find this house. I had Death Eaters on my tail all the time and I had nothing to eat but berries and raw fish. So, forgive me if I am not in the mood to have a chat right now."

Hermione couldn't believe that he went through all those things while she was here, grumpy for not being able to see Draco and not being able to participate in Order duties. She was being immature. So she thought of only one thing to be able to make it up to Blaise.

"Sorry, I just had a dream. Uhm, would you like to share the bed with me? Because I won't mind. I kind of know what you dealt with not being able to sit on a comfortable couch nor sleep on a soft bed for days. And you, being rich and have been brought up with those things should have had a tough time. And-"

"You are blabbering, you know that?" He told her, one eye open this time and graced her with a smile.

"And sure, I would love to go to bed with you," He said it to annoy her and maybe just for the fun of seeing her all worked up. He climbed to bed and rolled to his side to look at her. He tapped the space beside him and said, "Aren't you going to sleep, Hermione?" He said her name to make her feel more uncomfortable and he could already sense that she was cursing herself for even inviting him to sleep beside her.

She grabbed the blanket that was on the floor and made her way up to the other side of the bed. She lied down, facing the ceiling again and raised the blanket to her chin. She saw Blaise roll over to face her at the corner of her eye.

"Thanks, Granger. Don't worry, touching you haven't even crossed my mind." After having said that. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. It took only a few seconds before Hermione was asleep too.

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