*Whimpers* Don't shoot me! Please? I know it's been um…four months…but I've been having such drama and crap…high school, what a bitch…
The Axe Effect
Chapter Four: In a Blaise of Glory
Ginny looked at Blaise in surprise. "What're you doing here?"
He grinned at her. "Dark wizards are allowed to be hungry to, ya know. Not that I am one, of course." He strode further in the room, pulled out a chair and sat next to her. "Those éclairs look good, mind if I have one?" He didn't wait for her permission before grabbing one from the tray in front of her.
"You're Ron's sister, right?" he asked her.
Ginny rolled her eyes. Of course she was, just look at the hair and the height. "Yes, I am."
"So you must know Hermione pretty well right? I mean she goes to your house every summer."
"She's a friend," Ginny answered cautiously, never having spoken to Blaise in her life.
"What kind of guy does she like?" Blaise said, not looking at her, but instead, focusing on his éclair.
Ginny snorted. Hermione was pretty all right, but this was Blaise Zabini. She'd expected to have this conversation with Malfoy before Blaise. "Well, they have to be smart, that's important to her. Well, it's not the only thing important to her; they have to be funny too, and a good guy, ya know, nice and polite. She hasn't really had a very serious boyfriend before, though. She had a… thing with Ron, but they really are just better as friends," she answered.
Blaise appeared to be thinking about this. Finally, he took another bite of éclair, and actually waited to swallow before saying "Thanks."
Ginny sat shocked…a guy with good table manners. "You're welcome," she responded. You see, table manners were important to Ginny, very important. It was imperative that she could eat a meal with the guy without losing her appetite. Well, it took a lot for her to lose her appetite, but the point was the same.
Blaise brushed the crumbs off of his hands and stood up. "I had a lovely time, Ginny; we should do it again sometime." He grinned at her and walked to the Slytherin dorms.
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The next day, Blaise and Hermione were outside working on their project by the lake. However, like the day before, they were having a hard time keeping their minds on their work. Today, though, their topic of conversation was much lighter than the Dark Lord. They were lying flat on their backs, looking at the clouds.
"There's a boat!" Blaise said, pointing.
"Ooh, ooh, there's Hogwarts!" Hermione announced.
"Where?" Blaise asked.
"It's over there; you have to squint a bit," she answered.
Blaise squinted at the sky. "I still don't see it," he complained.
Hermione grabbed his hand and traced the castle out in the sky. "There it is."
"Yeah," Blaise said, "I see it now." Then he looked down to where Hermione was still holding her hand. She followed his gaze and looked back at him.
"Hermione!" The cry came from behind them. Hermione dropped Blaise's hand, and they both turned around.
"Harry! Ron! What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, standing up.
Bloody Gryffindors, Blaise thought to himself. Out loud, he said, "Harry, Ron, how are you two doing today?"
"Just fine, thanks," Harry said darkly. Hermione, his Hermione had been holding Blaise's hand. He knew his suspicions had been correct. They were together. An item. Of two. Two people that did not include him.
"Well, you two clearly have work to do. Me and Ron will just leave you alone, then." Ignoring Ron's protests, Harry began to pull Ron back towards the castle. "Not now, I need your help," he muttered under his breath.
Ron nodded, understanding. He turned back to Hermione. "See you in the common room." Harry waved and hurried Ron along faster.
"What on Earth is Harry's problem?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"Hmm… I need to speak with him," Blaise said, also wondering about Harry's curtness. He stood and jogged up the grassy hill to catch up with Harry and Ron.
"Harry! Harry, a question," he said when he reached.
"Yeah, go ahead…" Harry answered, his voice guarded.
"About Hermione… is there anything between you two? Or, has there ever been anything?" Blaise bit his lip, an odd and slightly childish gesture.
"No, there never has been," Harry answered honestly, though it was only a half-truth. Thanks to you.
"Excellent," Blaise said smiling. "I was a little worried there; after all you're Harry Potter. No one has a chance compared to you."
"I wish," Harry said, smiling slightly. "Anyway, me and Ron have a game of chess, so I'll let you get back to Hermione."
"Bye, then," Blaise said, turning and hurrying down to where Hermione sat.
"I hate that smarmy jerk," Harry muttered, starting to walk again.
"I never knew you fancied Hermione, mate!" Ron said, staring at his friend in shock.
"You didn't know you fancied her, Ron," Harry replied, grinning.
"So… what are you going to do about it?" Ron asked.
Harry looked towards the castle. "I don't know… but you're going to help me with it."
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That night, Blaise was patrolling the halls with Draco, as they were both Slytherin prefects.
"I heard you were out by the lake today, getting cozy with the bushy-haired Chipmunk," Draco said, turning to face his friend.
"Yeah, what if I was?" Blaise asked, a challenge in his voice. "And don't call her that!"
"Nothing, I just thought you had higher standards than that," Draco replied.
"My standards are fine. I'm not the one who tolerates Pug-Faced Parkinson, now am I?" Blaise smirked.
"At least she's a pureblood. Even Weasley is better than Granger," Draco said.
Ginny, on her way back from the library, stopped short at her name.
"Oh, doing detention duties gave you a soft spot for her?" Blaise asked.
"God no, Zabini, get a grip!" Draco answered.
Ginny made a small growl of indignation.
"I never knew you had a red hair fetish, Draco."
"Yeah, I really have a thing for tall, gangly, freckle-faced Weasleys, how did you ever know?" Draco said sarcastically. "And even if I did, at least she's a pureblood, not some teacher's pet, know-it-all Mudbl-"
Blaise cut off Draco's insult by dealing a heavy blow to his right cheek.
"Zabini, what that hell?"
"Never, ever call her that again," Blaise answered, breathing heavily.
'Which one? Teacher's pet? Know it all? Or Mudblo-"
This time the hit came to Draco's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. When he regained his breath, he fought back.
"Oh, God," Ginny thought. "That bloody, sodding, arrogant, twitty, asshole!"
She turned and left, fuming at the very thought of Malfoy.
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