I'm sorry there has been such a long wait for the update, I've been sick and I haven't had time to write. Here's the next chapter. Thank you to all my reviewers. I don't own HP and no money flows into my pockets from writing fanfiction. Thank you for reading.
Without further ado….
Hermione leaned against a wall catching her breath. Why had Draco done that? Did that mean he liked her? Did he think that she was just some-some… slag he could shag in the middle of a corridor?
She started walking toward her common room. What just happened could not happen again. She shouldn't have let it happen in the first place. What had possessed her to kiss him? Was she finally going absolutely bonkers? Didn't she hate Draco just months before?
Alright, it had never been hate that she felt for Draco, but still, she had almost shagged him. In the middle of a corridor.
Blaise. Blaise probably already hated her for avoiding him all week. What would he say if he found out? She knew Draco would tell him. It would ruin everything. She… liked Blaise. A lot.
Man, she was screwed.
"Unity," she muttered darkly, slipping into the portrait hole and closing the portrait quietly so she wouldn't wake Blaise up. She turned around and froze. Blaise was sitting on the couch, reading a book. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and she crept on her tiptoes toward her rooms. She was halfway there-
"I saw you when you came in Hermione." A lilting voice said from the couch. She sighed and turned around.
"You know, I understand if you don't want to be romantically involved with me, but I had thought that we had become friends." He continued flipping a page of his book absently.
"Blaise I-"
"Except friends don't avoid each other for a week. Hermione, you should have just talked to me." He said looking at her, his intense cerulean eyes burning into her skin.
"Blaise, I didn't mean to avoid you. I-We are friends." She stumbled out. Blaise sighed.
"I didn't mean to ruin our friendship this way. You're obviously uncomfortable with me now aren't you?" Hermione shifted uncomfortably.
"No. It's just that I'm not sure of my feelings right now." A different light entered Blaise's eye and he stood slowly walking toward her, predatory in his stance. She backed up close to the portrait whole again.
"How can you be unsure of your feelings? Are you attracted to me physically Hermione?" Hermione nodded, backing up again as he took a step forward. "What about mentally?" She nodded again. "Then there's nothing in the way is there? I'm attracted to you; mind and body, and you're attracted to me." His voice lowered dangerously as he stepped toward her again. Hermione took another step back feeling caged. Blaise's hand snaked out and grabbed her own, before pressing her fingers to his warm skin on his neck, where his pulse was hammering powerfully.
"Do you feel what you do to me cara? Why are you afraid?" The portrait door whirled open behind her, and she felt an arm snake around her waist and a face burry itself in the crook of her neck.
"I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to make it seem as if-" Draco's voice rambled out before he noticed her rigid stance. Her hand was still entwined in Blaise's. Draco lifted his head and looked at Blaise guiltily, and Blaise looked between her and Draco before muttering "Oh." Hermione looked pleadingly into his eyes and they all stood there awkwardly for a moment before Hermione ran to her room, locking her door with a dozen charms before sinking into her bed.
Blaise had looked betrayed, just like she knew he would. She had practically slept with his boyfriend. She heard raised voices downstairs, and pressed her ears to the door. What she would give for a pair of extendable ears. She did hear a couple of things.
"How long Draco?" and "How could you?" and "You scared her!" and "You knew!" all filled her ears. She couldn't let them fight over her. They liked each other a lot, maybe even loved each other. She couldn't be the one to ruin that.
She gathered up her Gryffindor courage and opened her door just in time. Draco and Blaise were yelling at each other their wands gripped tightly in their hands. She ran down the stairs.
"Stop it this instant! Both of you are acting like children!" Draco snorted.
"Says the girl who runs away." Hermione blushed hotly and ignored his comment.
"I'd be a fool not to see you two care about each other deeply. You shouldn't let anyone get in the way of that. Even if I like you, we have to ignore it. It wouldn't work with either of you regardless." Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Pray tell, why wouldn't it work between us?"
"First, there's you and Draco. Then there's the fact that I'm the best friend of Harry Potter. I may be here right now, but you can be damn certain that when the final battle comes around I'll be there by Harry's side. Blaise, you couldn't stand me being there." Blaise snorted.
"Who's to say I wouldn't be there by your side?" Draco practically growled at him.
"Zabini you are not getting involved." Blaise snorted.
"You can not tell me what I can or cannot do Draco."
"I bloody can and bloody will." Draco returned.
"Stop!" Hermione yelled. They shut up. "You see, it only leads to more arguments. Its best if both of you just stop pursuing me." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"I don't see how. To me the best option is to shag you. Then after that things can go back to normal." Hermione glared at him and stomped back up to her room. They could tear each other apart and she wouldn't care. She dressed in her pajamas and climbed into bed.
Meanwhile downstairs.
"Merlin you really botched it up now Draco." Blaise sighed sitting on the couch. Draco stared at him with a blank look on his face. "You don't get it do you?" Draco looked confused. "You insinuated that you wanted her for nothing but a good shag." Draco's eyes widened wide with realization. He groaned and sat next to his long time lover.
"Merlin what am I going to do?" He said closing his eyes and leaning his head back in defeat. They stayed like that until a predatory grin spread across Draco's aristocratic features. Blaise looked at his lover warily. That look never meant something particularly good, and usually involved something devious.
"I believe I have an idea Blaise."
Mwuahahaha cliff hanger. REVIEW SO THAT I CAN END YOUR AGONY AND CONTINUE THE STORY. I believe there is a disease that author's suffer from called lackofreviewscitis. I have not yet fallen ill to this, but to ascertain that I do not drop dead and that the story continues, you must review. THANX!!!!
