LINKIN PARK'S "Don't Stay" INSPIRED THIS CHAPTER 110% SO LISTEN TO THE WORDS!!
A/N: NOT ONE REVIEW ON THE LAST CHAPTER!!! I GOT REVIEWS ON DEGRASSI AND ALL OTHER STORIES, BUT NO REVIEWS ON THIS ONE... I SHOULDN'T GIVE YOU THIS CHAPTER, BUT MY FRIEND IS READING IT SO I WILL DO IT FOR HER.... fucking a
A/N: The song title is inspired by Eve 6's song Think Twice... Everyone title is inspired by a song or something else. That does not make this a song fic... That's why I put the songs at the bottom so if you don't want to know what inspired me then you don't have to...
SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHAT A BETA IS PLEASE?
Disclaimer: I don't own the damning characters... Do I look like I'm about thirty, rich as hell, and have an immagination? No... Didn't think so...
To: Eric (Not Eric Cooper, Laur. He's the dude in tenth grade at the high school party that we got in on a wim.)
WARNING: WHOLE CHAPTER IS FLASHBACK
Chapter 4: Forget Our Possibilities
Feeling a twinge of boredom grow from the constant Quidditch talk, Hermione stood up to leave. She liked Quidditch as much as the next girl, but enough was enough.
"Mione, where are you going?" Ron asked her, finally noticing her gone when she was half way out the portrait hole.
"You know constant Quidditch bores her, Ron. Then again, mate, it might just be you." Harry laughed at the red that spread from Ron's hair downward.
Hermione laughed at the boys and shook her head, "I'm going to the library." She opened the portrait hole.
"If it was anyone else, I'd say she was meeting a guy." She humped indignantly and stalked off after Ron's comment.
She looked at her watch. It was approaching nine soon. It was Friday so the library would be open until eleven.
Hermione opened the doors to the grand place and took in the smell of old books and the knowledge in them. Instead of going where she went normally, the informative text section, she went to the novels.
Her hands brushed along titles until she found one called Don't Break My Heart or My Wand. She was in her sixth year, she had a right to read romance novels if she wished to. It wasn't like guys were going to give her the treatment many of the women got in these books.
She sighed loudly, and she made her way to the corner of the library to see her most comfortable chair taken. In HER chair was someone familiar with decent length dark, dark brown hair, pale skin, and red pouty lips.
She normally identifies people by their eyes, but this boy's eyes were covered by his beautiful hair, which did a good job shining in the moonlight.
"Excuse me." She whispered for no reason since they were in the corner of the library. It just seemed wrong to interrupt the moment.
"Yes?" The man turned his head up to reveal deep, big, blue eyes. They seemed to swirl, but that wasn't possible.
"Oh, sorry Zabini. I thought you might have been someone else." She turned to walk away when smooth skin grabbed her arm.
"Have it." He told her, getting up and walking to the chair across from that one. Hermione peeked at his book.
"Studying up on Animagi are you?" She couldn't help but ask. He simply shrugged, looked at her book and smirked the classic Slytherin smirk. That was about the only classic Slytherin thing about the guy.
"Oh shut up." She said, feeling a little playful. He looked at her, smirked even more and turned away.
"Never knew you liked that kind of stuff, Granger. I thought you more than anyone else would know not to believe in the happy ending type thing." He smirked at her again, and turned to his own book ending the conversation.
She wasn't paying attention to the air of finality and seriousness in his tone, "You need something to keep you sane." She told him.
"Typical Gryffindor. I knew you were more of a woman than you let on. Too bad Potter and Weasley don't recognize what is right in front of them. Especially Potter. Going after Chang last year, and you've fancied him for about a year now." Blaise spoke quietly.
"How do you know about.... What? How could you possibly... What?" Blaise cut her off.
"I'm not dense, Granger. If people spent less time listening to gossip and more time looking at what is in front of them, then maybe they would know some of the truth." As complicating as that statement really was, Hermione understood it.
"So you aren't the typical Slytherin, are you? To think of it, you've never even insulted anyone." She remembered the past year. All memories of Blaise were peaceful, out of the spotlight memories.
"Don't sound so surprised. Unlike Draco and the average Slytherin, I do have morals. Don't get me wrong, Draco is a nice guy if you're rich, popular, and Pureblood." She and Blaise laughed together.
"You're nice Blaise. How come no one ever notices you?" She asked very rudely and bluntly.
"So subtle, Granger. To answer your blunt question anyway: If the Slytherins, snobby little stupid gits, noticed me not being like them, I would get in a heap of trouble with them. Other houses would be even worse. This house BS is really annoying. I do, however, have ambition, money, blue pure blood, and am devilishly sneaky enough to be in Slytherin." He put his hand on his heart and cockily admired himself for being 'devilishly sneaky' as he put it.
"You give yourself too much credit Zabini." She teased, getting up to put the useless book back on the shelf. She wasn't going to get any reading done tonight.
"How about a walk, Hermione?" Her heart unconsciously skipped a beat at him using her first name.
"You know what? I'd love one, Blaise." His name slipped off her tongue causing him to lose control for a moment. When a Zabini loses control with a woman, he wants to take her then and there.
"So what's with you liking Potter?" Blaise asked out of the blue as they hurried out of the door outside.
"I don't know. I just do. It's not like the other mindless drones who want him for fame. He's just nice. It's something that most people don't have." She told him making Blaise look offended, "You're very nice." She rolled her eyes.
"You are too, Mione." He said very childishly making him sound like a five year old who got told by a woman older and beautiful that she liked his smile.
They laughed and walked out to the lake. In a few minutes it would be past curfew, but they just kept walking until they reached a spot half way around that had a perfect view of the stars.
"You know Hermione, with your personality and brains, you should be able to snag someone good." He told her after a few minutes of silence.
"Thanks. You know Blaise, you truly are wrongly placed." She blushed at his comment.
"I'm not some bloody Gryffindor." He teased, causing her to retract her earlier comment.
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Hermione awoke after only about three hours of sleep. She had gotten back to the Gryffindor Common Room at about four in the morning. Blaise and she had fallen asleep under the stars in a very compromising situation and neither of them remembered moving closer to each other.
Feeling like today was a good day, she walked to her vanity, after a shower of course, and began to put on the makeup she had never touched. She felt if any man didn't like her because of her inside beauty then they shouldn't like her because of her outside beauty either.
Hermione pushed back the thoughts that were indicating her that she had some feelings for a certain Slytherin. She remembered it was Hogsmeade weekend. As she rushed down to the common room, almost late for breakfast, she ran into her two best friends.
"You never came back from the library last night." Ron pointed out obviously.
"And we know that it closed at eleven. We checked for you, but Madam Pince said you left with someone." Harry told her.
"A guy someone." Ron finished off, pointing his finger at her. She remembered the nice night of fine conversation last night.
"If she said that, it must be true." Hermione smiled to herself and skipped out of the portrait hole.
"Why are you so happy?" Ron demanded. She laughed at him, deciding she wasn't going to get mad at him. After all that had happened Ron had become more protective of her than of his own flesh and blood sister. He was trying to protect her, so instead of getting angry like she usually would, she laughed it off.
"Mione, you're wearing that stuff that normal girls use." Harry said pointing to her face. She stopped and burst into laughter.
"Makeup Harry. It's called makeup." She kept skipping. Deciding to find out later, they dropped the subject.
"So Mione, are you going to Hogsmeade today?" Harry asked as Ron interrupted.
"Only a year and a half until N.E.W.Ts!" Ron teased. She hit him upside the head.
"I have plans, boys. I'll be with you half of the trip, but the other half, I have plans." She did have plans, plans with Blaise.
"How about skipping breakfast and going straight there?" Harry asked, running to filch to get checked off. Having no choice but to follow, Hermione and Ron followed.
Hermione got rather bored. No stimulating conversations. Don't get her wrong. She loved her best friends, Harry a little extra, but she wanted another break. After seven years she deserved a break.
At about noon, she was having a fun time, but she had a date, no, not date, plan to keep.
She rushed off to the Three Broomsticks just in time to see Blaise pull up some stool.
"Hey Blaise." Hermione grabbed a stool from around him and sat across from him.
"Hello Hermione. Have fun with Potter and Weasley?" He asked her as the waitress came, "I'll take a Butterbeer."
Usually her friends just assumed she wanted Butterbeer all the time so they ordered it. In reality, she got sick and tired of it. She was glad Blaise didn't order for her, "I'll take some pumpkin juice, thanks. I had fun, so how did you spend half of your day?"
Sitting pretty close to where the bar was, Blaise just paid for both of them and gave her, her order.
"Draco dragged me along with him and some of the other sixth year Slytherins to some clearing to talk some pretty nasty stuff. The bloke got mad when I didn't have any nasty things to say about Potter." Blaise told her calmly.
"Oh, poor baby. Did they hurt you?" Hermione asked concerned.
"I'm not a defenseless little baby. I can take care of myself." He told her angrily.
"Sorry. I was just worried. I don't want you to get into a row with the Slytherins. They can be some pretty tough people."
"I'm a Slytherin here too, you know."
"You're not Malfoy or Parkinson or Bulstrode or Crabbe or Goyle. Well, Crabbe and Goyle.... You can outsmart them."
"True. I'm fine. I am however sorry that I didn't defend you when they called you some of the things they did."
"It's fine. I don't want to think what would happen if they got suspicious. They already are a suspicious bunch, mind you."
Blaise laughed, nodding his head, "True, true, all too true."
It was so strange. It took Hermione a few months before Harry and Ron actually became her friends, and here she was talking with a Slytherin like they had been friends for ages. Very strange indeed.
"Do you fancy a walk?" He asked her.
"And what would happen if the Slytherins saw you walking with me, a Muggleborn, Harry's best mate."
"Let them stare. I've got enough on my plate as it is. This couldn't add to it." Blaise said taking her arm and walking out of the three Broomsticks.
Nothing major happened for a while. A few Hufflepuffs ran away, because they were scared of any Slytherin. They passed by third and fourth year who didn't even know them.
Slowly, locked elbows moved to locked hands. Just when that happened, the trouble started. Not only Malfoy or Harry and Ron, but they had gotten in another row and where fighting. Blaise and Hermione just had to stumble on it.
"Blaise and," Malfoy stopped and stared at her, then at him with an eyebrow raised, "Mudblood."
Just before Harry and Ron could tell Malfoy off, Blaise had stepped in, "She's not a Mudblood, Draco."
"Muggle parentage, Blaise, Muggle parentage makes you a Mudblood. And Purebloods such as ourselves shouldn't be associating with those creatures. Father would have a heart attack in Azkaban if he knew." Malfoy spat, "Then again, you look at Weasley and your status goes down."
Ron threw himself at Draco, and he had to be pulled off by Harry before he used some illegal curses.
"She's not like than, mate." Blaise told Draco, completely unfazed by the bloodshed that Ron had caused.
"Muggle-" Malfoy started but was cut off by Blaise.
"Give it a BLOODY rest! Damn you Malfoy. You have decent grades, but their abominable compared to Hermione's. Your bloody father had to bribe Hogwarts with a new library to get you the Prefect position. Merlin Malfoy, you barely passed your grades. Line yourself up in a room with Hermione and people will tell you who is better!" Blaise shouted, not caring who heard.
Draco blushed violet while people laughed at him. His father had to pay off the school to get him the prefect position.
"Can we keep walking?" Blaise looked at her pleadingly. She simply nodded, still overcome but laughter.
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A month had passed and they were spending more and more time together, becoming as close as Harry and Ron in only a short amount of time. A few minutes before people were going to be leaving for Hogwarts.
"Hermione, come with Harry and me to the Burrow. Mum would love to see you again." Ron pleaded.
"Nope. I wanted to spend some time to myself." She lied smoothly.
"You mean time with Zabini." Ron was suspicious. Sure she had a small crush on him, but that was it. Not a quarter as big compared to how much she liked Harry.
"I don't think he's staying." Hermione lied again. She didn't like lying, but if Ron knew that Blaise would be staying at Hogwarts with nobody in the Gryffindor Common Room, he would have kittens.
Of course Blaise was staying. His parents were going on Holiday to Australia. He invited her to go, but she thought it would be awkward since they had only know one another for a few months, well gotten along anyway. He then decided to stay at Hogwarts too. Blaise was really a sweetheart.
Soon everyone was gone and Blaise walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione had give him the password so he could come in since none of the other Gryffindors were staying.
So they stayed and talked for a while. Then things went a little further. Pent up emotions were let out, and soon they were completely naked, in Hermione's bed about to go all the way.
He was a gentlemen and asked her if she wanted to stop and asked her if it hurt. For his skill what surprised her most was that he had never done that either. She finally just got plain annoyed and told him to 'make love to her already' as she put it.
They went out for the majority of the year, then the last Quidditch match during the season happened.
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Harry went for the Snitch and caught it a second before Malfoy, making most Slytherins very angry since Harry had fowled Malfoy and Madam Hooch didn't call it. Fair and square, Slytherin should have won. Hermione knew that. Blaise knew that.
Hermione rushed down to congratulate Gryffindor on winning their sixth consecutive Quidditch cup. She hugged Ron and told him he had done a wonderful job and that he had improved so much since last year.
Blaise was coming down to get her to take a walk or maybe just find a good broom closet to snog in when Harry bent down to kiss her.
Blaise saw it, but he wasn't mad at her because of that. The kiss was initiated by Potter, and he was just jealous. What made him mad was how Hermione swung her arms around his neck. What made him break down, run away to the Oak Tree where they had first laid down on and cry was the fact that their was so much passion in her eyes. Passion that he wasn't going to get. She wanted Potter, not him.
"I'm sorry." She stopped the kiss, and she ran after Blaise to see him crying. She began to talk to him, but he told her that he felt betrayed, and that maybe she should be with Potter. She sighed, her heart aching, she agreed it wasn't fair to him. She apologized and went on her way to her dormitory to cry her own eyes out. She had made a mistake, a big one.
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A/N: Alrighty so howd you like it? Herm lost her virginity to the perfect guy... *Sigh* I wish I could get someone like Blaise.... Anyway...... I will NOT write any more until I get at least ten reviews.... I fuckin mean it...
LINKIN PARK LYRICS
"Don't Stay"
Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe
Sometimes I need you to stay away from me
Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I need you to go
Don't stay
Forget our memories
b iForget our possibilities/i /b
What you were changing me into
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I just feel like screaming at myself
Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I need to be alone
Don't stay
Forget our memories
b iForget our possibilities/i /b
What you were changing me into
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
I don't need you anymore, I don't want to be ignored
I don't need one more day of you wasting me away
I don't need you anymore, I don't want to be ignored
I don't need one more day of you wasting me away
With no apologies
Don't stay
Forget our memories
b iForget our possibilities/i /b
What you were changing me into
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
A/N: NOT ONE REVIEW ON THE LAST CHAPTER!!! I GOT REVIEWS ON DEGRASSI AND ALL OTHER STORIES, BUT NO REVIEWS ON THIS ONE... I SHOULDN'T GIVE YOU THIS CHAPTER, BUT MY FRIEND IS READING IT SO I WILL DO IT FOR HER.... fucking a
A/N: The song title is inspired by Eve 6's song Think Twice... Everyone title is inspired by a song or something else. That does not make this a song fic... That's why I put the songs at the bottom so if you don't want to know what inspired me then you don't have to...
SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHAT A BETA IS PLEASE?
Disclaimer: I don't own the damning characters... Do I look like I'm about thirty, rich as hell, and have an immagination? No... Didn't think so...
To: Eric (Not Eric Cooper, Laur. He's the dude in tenth grade at the high school party that we got in on a wim.)
WARNING: WHOLE CHAPTER IS FLASHBACK
Chapter 4: Forget Our Possibilities
Feeling a twinge of boredom grow from the constant Quidditch talk, Hermione stood up to leave. She liked Quidditch as much as the next girl, but enough was enough.
"Mione, where are you going?" Ron asked her, finally noticing her gone when she was half way out the portrait hole.
"You know constant Quidditch bores her, Ron. Then again, mate, it might just be you." Harry laughed at the red that spread from Ron's hair downward.
Hermione laughed at the boys and shook her head, "I'm going to the library." She opened the portrait hole.
"If it was anyone else, I'd say she was meeting a guy." She humped indignantly and stalked off after Ron's comment.
She looked at her watch. It was approaching nine soon. It was Friday so the library would be open until eleven.
Hermione opened the doors to the grand place and took in the smell of old books and the knowledge in them. Instead of going where she went normally, the informative text section, she went to the novels.
Her hands brushed along titles until she found one called Don't Break My Heart or My Wand. She was in her sixth year, she had a right to read romance novels if she wished to. It wasn't like guys were going to give her the treatment many of the women got in these books.
She sighed loudly, and she made her way to the corner of the library to see her most comfortable chair taken. In HER chair was someone familiar with decent length dark, dark brown hair, pale skin, and red pouty lips.
She normally identifies people by their eyes, but this boy's eyes were covered by his beautiful hair, which did a good job shining in the moonlight.
"Excuse me." She whispered for no reason since they were in the corner of the library. It just seemed wrong to interrupt the moment.
"Yes?" The man turned his head up to reveal deep, big, blue eyes. They seemed to swirl, but that wasn't possible.
"Oh, sorry Zabini. I thought you might have been someone else." She turned to walk away when smooth skin grabbed her arm.
"Have it." He told her, getting up and walking to the chair across from that one. Hermione peeked at his book.
"Studying up on Animagi are you?" She couldn't help but ask. He simply shrugged, looked at her book and smirked the classic Slytherin smirk. That was about the only classic Slytherin thing about the guy.
"Oh shut up." She said, feeling a little playful. He looked at her, smirked even more and turned away.
"Never knew you liked that kind of stuff, Granger. I thought you more than anyone else would know not to believe in the happy ending type thing." He smirked at her again, and turned to his own book ending the conversation.
She wasn't paying attention to the air of finality and seriousness in his tone, "You need something to keep you sane." She told him.
"Typical Gryffindor. I knew you were more of a woman than you let on. Too bad Potter and Weasley don't recognize what is right in front of them. Especially Potter. Going after Chang last year, and you've fancied him for about a year now." Blaise spoke quietly.
"How do you know about.... What? How could you possibly... What?" Blaise cut her off.
"I'm not dense, Granger. If people spent less time listening to gossip and more time looking at what is in front of them, then maybe they would know some of the truth." As complicating as that statement really was, Hermione understood it.
"So you aren't the typical Slytherin, are you? To think of it, you've never even insulted anyone." She remembered the past year. All memories of Blaise were peaceful, out of the spotlight memories.
"Don't sound so surprised. Unlike Draco and the average Slytherin, I do have morals. Don't get me wrong, Draco is a nice guy if you're rich, popular, and Pureblood." She and Blaise laughed together.
"You're nice Blaise. How come no one ever notices you?" She asked very rudely and bluntly.
"So subtle, Granger. To answer your blunt question anyway: If the Slytherins, snobby little stupid gits, noticed me not being like them, I would get in a heap of trouble with them. Other houses would be even worse. This house BS is really annoying. I do, however, have ambition, money, blue pure blood, and am devilishly sneaky enough to be in Slytherin." He put his hand on his heart and cockily admired himself for being 'devilishly sneaky' as he put it.
"You give yourself too much credit Zabini." She teased, getting up to put the useless book back on the shelf. She wasn't going to get any reading done tonight.
"How about a walk, Hermione?" Her heart unconsciously skipped a beat at him using her first name.
"You know what? I'd love one, Blaise." His name slipped off her tongue causing him to lose control for a moment. When a Zabini loses control with a woman, he wants to take her then and there.
"So what's with you liking Potter?" Blaise asked out of the blue as they hurried out of the door outside.
"I don't know. I just do. It's not like the other mindless drones who want him for fame. He's just nice. It's something that most people don't have." She told him making Blaise look offended, "You're very nice." She rolled her eyes.
"You are too, Mione." He said very childishly making him sound like a five year old who got told by a woman older and beautiful that she liked his smile.
They laughed and walked out to the lake. In a few minutes it would be past curfew, but they just kept walking until they reached a spot half way around that had a perfect view of the stars.
"You know Hermione, with your personality and brains, you should be able to snag someone good." He told her after a few minutes of silence.
"Thanks. You know Blaise, you truly are wrongly placed." She blushed at his comment.
"I'm not some bloody Gryffindor." He teased, causing her to retract her earlier comment.
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Hermione awoke after only about three hours of sleep. She had gotten back to the Gryffindor Common Room at about four in the morning. Blaise and she had fallen asleep under the stars in a very compromising situation and neither of them remembered moving closer to each other.
Feeling like today was a good day, she walked to her vanity, after a shower of course, and began to put on the makeup she had never touched. She felt if any man didn't like her because of her inside beauty then they shouldn't like her because of her outside beauty either.
Hermione pushed back the thoughts that were indicating her that she had some feelings for a certain Slytherin. She remembered it was Hogsmeade weekend. As she rushed down to the common room, almost late for breakfast, she ran into her two best friends.
"You never came back from the library last night." Ron pointed out obviously.
"And we know that it closed at eleven. We checked for you, but Madam Pince said you left with someone." Harry told her.
"A guy someone." Ron finished off, pointing his finger at her. She remembered the nice night of fine conversation last night.
"If she said that, it must be true." Hermione smiled to herself and skipped out of the portrait hole.
"Why are you so happy?" Ron demanded. She laughed at him, deciding she wasn't going to get mad at him. After all that had happened Ron had become more protective of her than of his own flesh and blood sister. He was trying to protect her, so instead of getting angry like she usually would, she laughed it off.
"Mione, you're wearing that stuff that normal girls use." Harry said pointing to her face. She stopped and burst into laughter.
"Makeup Harry. It's called makeup." She kept skipping. Deciding to find out later, they dropped the subject.
"So Mione, are you going to Hogsmeade today?" Harry asked as Ron interrupted.
"Only a year and a half until N.E.W.Ts!" Ron teased. She hit him upside the head.
"I have plans, boys. I'll be with you half of the trip, but the other half, I have plans." She did have plans, plans with Blaise.
"How about skipping breakfast and going straight there?" Harry asked, running to filch to get checked off. Having no choice but to follow, Hermione and Ron followed.
Hermione got rather bored. No stimulating conversations. Don't get her wrong. She loved her best friends, Harry a little extra, but she wanted another break. After seven years she deserved a break.
At about noon, she was having a fun time, but she had a date, no, not date, plan to keep.
She rushed off to the Three Broomsticks just in time to see Blaise pull up some stool.
"Hey Blaise." Hermione grabbed a stool from around him and sat across from him.
"Hello Hermione. Have fun with Potter and Weasley?" He asked her as the waitress came, "I'll take a Butterbeer."
Usually her friends just assumed she wanted Butterbeer all the time so they ordered it. In reality, she got sick and tired of it. She was glad Blaise didn't order for her, "I'll take some pumpkin juice, thanks. I had fun, so how did you spend half of your day?"
Sitting pretty close to where the bar was, Blaise just paid for both of them and gave her, her order.
"Draco dragged me along with him and some of the other sixth year Slytherins to some clearing to talk some pretty nasty stuff. The bloke got mad when I didn't have any nasty things to say about Potter." Blaise told her calmly.
"Oh, poor baby. Did they hurt you?" Hermione asked concerned.
"I'm not a defenseless little baby. I can take care of myself." He told her angrily.
"Sorry. I was just worried. I don't want you to get into a row with the Slytherins. They can be some pretty tough people."
"I'm a Slytherin here too, you know."
"You're not Malfoy or Parkinson or Bulstrode or Crabbe or Goyle. Well, Crabbe and Goyle.... You can outsmart them."
"True. I'm fine. I am however sorry that I didn't defend you when they called you some of the things they did."
"It's fine. I don't want to think what would happen if they got suspicious. They already are a suspicious bunch, mind you."
Blaise laughed, nodding his head, "True, true, all too true."
It was so strange. It took Hermione a few months before Harry and Ron actually became her friends, and here she was talking with a Slytherin like they had been friends for ages. Very strange indeed.
"Do you fancy a walk?" He asked her.
"And what would happen if the Slytherins saw you walking with me, a Muggleborn, Harry's best mate."
"Let them stare. I've got enough on my plate as it is. This couldn't add to it." Blaise said taking her arm and walking out of the three Broomsticks.
Nothing major happened for a while. A few Hufflepuffs ran away, because they were scared of any Slytherin. They passed by third and fourth year who didn't even know them.
Slowly, locked elbows moved to locked hands. Just when that happened, the trouble started. Not only Malfoy or Harry and Ron, but they had gotten in another row and where fighting. Blaise and Hermione just had to stumble on it.
"Blaise and," Malfoy stopped and stared at her, then at him with an eyebrow raised, "Mudblood."
Just before Harry and Ron could tell Malfoy off, Blaise had stepped in, "She's not a Mudblood, Draco."
"Muggle parentage, Blaise, Muggle parentage makes you a Mudblood. And Purebloods such as ourselves shouldn't be associating with those creatures. Father would have a heart attack in Azkaban if he knew." Malfoy spat, "Then again, you look at Weasley and your status goes down."
Ron threw himself at Draco, and he had to be pulled off by Harry before he used some illegal curses.
"She's not like than, mate." Blaise told Draco, completely unfazed by the bloodshed that Ron had caused.
"Muggle-" Malfoy started but was cut off by Blaise.
"Give it a BLOODY rest! Damn you Malfoy. You have decent grades, but their abominable compared to Hermione's. Your bloody father had to bribe Hogwarts with a new library to get you the Prefect position. Merlin Malfoy, you barely passed your grades. Line yourself up in a room with Hermione and people will tell you who is better!" Blaise shouted, not caring who heard.
Draco blushed violet while people laughed at him. His father had to pay off the school to get him the prefect position.
"Can we keep walking?" Blaise looked at her pleadingly. She simply nodded, still overcome but laughter.
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A month had passed and they were spending more and more time together, becoming as close as Harry and Ron in only a short amount of time. A few minutes before people were going to be leaving for Hogwarts.
"Hermione, come with Harry and me to the Burrow. Mum would love to see you again." Ron pleaded.
"Nope. I wanted to spend some time to myself." She lied smoothly.
"You mean time with Zabini." Ron was suspicious. Sure she had a small crush on him, but that was it. Not a quarter as big compared to how much she liked Harry.
"I don't think he's staying." Hermione lied again. She didn't like lying, but if Ron knew that Blaise would be staying at Hogwarts with nobody in the Gryffindor Common Room, he would have kittens.
Of course Blaise was staying. His parents were going on Holiday to Australia. He invited her to go, but she thought it would be awkward since they had only know one another for a few months, well gotten along anyway. He then decided to stay at Hogwarts too. Blaise was really a sweetheart.
Soon everyone was gone and Blaise walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione had give him the password so he could come in since none of the other Gryffindors were staying.
So they stayed and talked for a while. Then things went a little further. Pent up emotions were let out, and soon they were completely naked, in Hermione's bed about to go all the way.
He was a gentlemen and asked her if she wanted to stop and asked her if it hurt. For his skill what surprised her most was that he had never done that either. She finally just got plain annoyed and told him to 'make love to her already' as she put it.
They went out for the majority of the year, then the last Quidditch match during the season happened.
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Harry went for the Snitch and caught it a second before Malfoy, making most Slytherins very angry since Harry had fowled Malfoy and Madam Hooch didn't call it. Fair and square, Slytherin should have won. Hermione knew that. Blaise knew that.
Hermione rushed down to congratulate Gryffindor on winning their sixth consecutive Quidditch cup. She hugged Ron and told him he had done a wonderful job and that he had improved so much since last year.
Blaise was coming down to get her to take a walk or maybe just find a good broom closet to snog in when Harry bent down to kiss her.
Blaise saw it, but he wasn't mad at her because of that. The kiss was initiated by Potter, and he was just jealous. What made him mad was how Hermione swung her arms around his neck. What made him break down, run away to the Oak Tree where they had first laid down on and cry was the fact that their was so much passion in her eyes. Passion that he wasn't going to get. She wanted Potter, not him.
"I'm sorry." She stopped the kiss, and she ran after Blaise to see him crying. She began to talk to him, but he told her that he felt betrayed, and that maybe she should be with Potter. She sighed, her heart aching, she agreed it wasn't fair to him. She apologized and went on her way to her dormitory to cry her own eyes out. She had made a mistake, a big one.
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A/N: Alrighty so howd you like it? Herm lost her virginity to the perfect guy... *Sigh* I wish I could get someone like Blaise.... Anyway...... I will NOT write any more until I get at least ten reviews.... I fuckin mean it...
LINKIN PARK LYRICS
"Don't Stay"
Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe
Sometimes I need you to stay away from me
Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I need you to go
Don't stay
Forget our memories
b iForget our possibilities/i /b
What you were changing me into
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I just feel like screaming at myself
Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know
Somehow I need to be alone
Don't stay
Forget our memories
b iForget our possibilities/i /b
What you were changing me into
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
I don't need you anymore, I don't want to be ignored
I don't need one more day of you wasting me away
I don't need you anymore, I don't want to be ignored
I don't need one more day of you wasting me away
With no apologies
Don't stay
Forget our memories
b iForget our possibilities/i /b
What you were changing me into
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
Take all your faithlessness with you
Just give me myself back and
Don't stay