Chapter Ten
It is difficult to say who do you the most harm: enemies with the worst intentions or friends with the best.
Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
The next day at breakfast, everyone was talking about Harry and Seamus breaking up, and Seamus and Dean getting together. Most people believed that Seamus had left Harry for Dean, despite Harry's claims that it had been a mutual breakup. Both Ron and Hermione were giving Seamus the cold shoulder. However, he was so happy to finally be with Dean, that he failed to notice.
"Your better off without him I say," Ron said as he shoveled food in to his mouth.
"Ron's right, there are plenty of other fish in the sea," Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust at Ron's table manners, or lack thereof.
"For the thousandth time, we both decided to end it. There's no need to try and make me feel better, I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth.
"You don't seem fine," Hermione said looking at him through narrowed eyes. "If it's not the breakup that's making you so unhappy what is?"
Just then Draco walked into the room and headed for his seat without so much as glancing at their table.
"Nothing's making me unhappy, absolutely nothing," he said as he viciously stabbed his eggs with his fork.
Hermione glanced from Draco to Harry, noticing the lack of their usual greeting. I wonder what's going on here, she thought. Well whatever it is I'm going to find out. Her gaze went to the Slytherin table and rested on a black haired boy sitting next to Draco, and she smiled.
Blaise walked down the hall and turned into the library. Snape had had that look about him the last few days that he had come to recognize as meaning, Pop quiz. Unlike Draco, Blaise was very serious about his grades. He quickly found the book he was looking for, sat down and started to study. After a few minutes he gave up. He just couldn't get his mind off Draco. He'd come in last night smelling of sex and looking like he was torn between crying and hitting something. When Blaise had asked him what was wrong. He had replied that nothing was wrong and then proceeded to stare silently into the fire for several minutes. Blaise thought that he obviously wanted some time to himself and got up to leave. "You should be happy," Draco said just as he'd reached the foot of the stairs leading up to the dorms.
"Why should I be happy," Blaise asked puzzled.
"Potter and I are no longer friends, were back to being enemies, like we were always meant to be."
Blaise slowly digested this piece of information. "What happened?"
"Nothing. We both showed our true characters and they are incompatible."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I proved I can't trust people and I make rash impetuous decision. He proved that he's a thoughtless bastard and keeping to his morals is more important than not hurting people. So it's done. Our freakish little friendship is over. I don't know what made me think it was possible."
Blaise had just stood there silently not knowing what to say.
Blaise's thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone clearing their throat.
He looked up to see Hermione standing in front of his table, a determined look on her face.
"Is there something I can do for you," he asked in coldly polite tone. He had never liked Hermione, not because she was muggleborn, but because she was smarter than him.
"Look let's dispense with the pleasantries. I don't like you, and you don't like me, but we have to talk."
"I certainly don't have to do anything." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "But just for curiosity's sake, what do you want to talk about?
"It's about Harry and Draco."
Blaise slowly flipped his quill over and ran his fingers down the soft feather.
"What about them?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. There was something about Blaise that had always made her want to hit him. "I know they've had a fight, that much is obvious, but I want to know if you know what it was about."
"If I did it would be because my friend told me in confidence and I see no reason why I would betray that to you. You after all are not my friend, or Draco's."
"Thank God for small favors," she muttered. "It's true I'm not your friend or Draco's but I am Harry's and I know he's hurting. I hate to admit it but I think Malfoy's good for him," she narrowed her eyes," and Harry's good for Malfoy. If you were really his friend you'd want what's best for him and you'd help me figure out how to get them being
friends again."
Blaise sat back in his chair and chuckled, "If you want my help getting them back together as friends, than I'm sorry, but I can't help you. I'm not one for stupid pointless tasks. That's more of a Gryffindor trait really."
Hermione gripped the edge of the table and leaned forward. "If you think that them becoming friends again is a stupid and pointless task than you obviously don't know your friend very well. Or care much for him. Which isn't that surprising considering your character." She started to turn away. She stopped when she felt long brown fingers dig
into her wrist.
"First of all," Blaise said through gritted teeth. "You don't know one thing about my character." He couldn't have said why, but her outright dismissal of him being worth anything at all really pissed him off, and it shouldn't have. He never cared what other people thought about him. "Second of all, If you think that when they get back together it will be as friends than you obviously don't know your friend very well."
Hermione stared at her wrist where his hand held it until he let go, a small frown on his face, as if he hadn't realized that he'd taken it.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"It's obvious, to anyone with half a brain in their head." He smiled, secretly delighted in knowing something that she didn't.
"Half a.." Hermione trailed off and just stared at him. She'd been called many things in her life. But no one had ever called her stupid. She felt anger rising up in her and clouding her brain like it had when she'd smacked Draco. "How dare you call me stupid!" She picked up one of his books and slammed it down on the table in front of him. Leaning forward until her face was inches from his her knuckles white as she clenched the book. "You could study in your little books every moment for the rest of your life and still never be half as intelligent as me you.. you stupid little CRETIN! Now tell me what you meant!"
He stared at her flushed face and bright eyes and had the unexpected thought pop into his head that she really looked quite fetching. However, that was followed quickly by the thought that this was Hermione Granger, the smartest student in the school. She could probably hex him into the next century, and she looked in the mood to do it.
He said in a calm voice, "What I meant, was that they're in love with each other."
"They're...,"she turned and leaned against the table. In love she thought, Harry's in love with Draco and Draco is in love with him. She had just gotten used to their being friends, and that wasn't an easy thing for her. Now all of a sudden they're in love. She knew Draco had changed but Harry was her best friend and she didn't want to see him hurt. She knew that when he loved he loved without reservation. Those who loved him had the power to hurt him like no one else .Now the person who they had hated for the past six years. The person who had always tried to hurt Harry, had the power to crush him. She turned quickly around. "You said they loved each other right, so your saying that Draco loves Harry as much as Harry loves him."
"That's what I said," he said in an aggravated tone.
She looked him squarely in the eye and he didn't have any thoughts whatsoever about what she looked like. His survival instincts were telling him this was one you didn't want to mess with. "If I find out your lying to me Zabini, you'll find out just how much smarter than you I am. It will be a brief experience, I promise you."
"I'm not lying, I give you my word," he said as if his word meant anything to her.
She slowly sat down. "I believe you," she said, and she did for some odd reason. She took out her quill and parchment.
"Now, we're two of the smartest students in the school," he looked slightly startled to hear her say this, he hadn't thought she'd known about his grades, few people did. "I'm sure we can get two boys who are in love with each other together. Have any ideas?"
Blaise smiled. This is going to be very interesting he thought.
"Are you sure this is going to work? Hermione asked for the thousandth time.
"Look it will work, Draco needs to know that he's important to Harry. Now would you quit asking," Blaise said in an exasperated tone. A
Slytherin would do this without a second thought.
"Well sorry if I'm a little squeamish about cursing a bludger so it hits a player! But if anybody found out I could be...expelled." Hermione said in a tone as if she'd just said, I could be ..cut up into small pieces and then set on fire.
"Well if your so worried about it we could always think of another plan."
"No, I can't think of anything else and we need them to get together as soon as possible. When he's not sad, Harry's been a right wanker." Hermione said with a frown thinking of when Harry had snapped at her earlier.
Blaise looked at her with a slightly amused expression . "I'd think that you'd be happy at the chance to hit Draco with a bludger."
"Oh it does make it slightly easier to risk expulsion." Hermione gave a vicious little grin.
"But what about you, your hurting your chances of winning the quidditch cup."
Tomorrow was the final game, and it was between Slytherin and Gryffiindor.
"Contrary to what your little red haired friend believes there are some things more important than quidditch," Blaise said before sneezing. "Damn this dust, why exactly did we have to meet in this little closet, there are plenty of empty rooms in this school."
Hermione sighed. Honestly it would be nice to just once not have to be the brains of the operation."Because there is less of a chance of us getting caught here. No one's likely to go into an old broom closet, and you know that most students do use the empty classrooms for..
things."
Blaise leaned back against the wall chuckling. "Honey if your seventeen and you can't even say it, you have some serious problems."
Hermione rolled her eyes at the general stupidity of all males. "I can say sex, I just was hesitant to say the word in a closed closet with a teenage boy. It would cause you to think about it and I really need your blood to stay in your brain. It's hard enough to have an intelligent conversation with you as it is."
"Don't flatter yourself Granger, it would take a lot more than that to get me interested in you. Probably several bottles of alcohol, and some serious cosmetic surgery on your part."
"Oh please all I'd have to do is let you know that you had a chance and you'd be begging me for it."
"I'd be begging you to leave me alone."
Hermione smiled. "You know you are rather amusing, who ever knew that Slytherins were such humorous people."
"There not in general."
"Oh so your special are you?" She took a step closer to him, which seeing as they were in a closet brought them very close together. "You know you have always interested me, Draco Malfoy's silent little friend." He bristled when she said little. "All the times he fought with us, you always just stood to the side watching. I've always wanted to know what was going through your head. Care to.. satisfy my curiosity?" She raised her eyebrows. She had never acquired the skill of raising just one. Her facial muscles refused to cooperate.
"I know what your doing."
"Really.."she said brushing her body slightly against his as she reached behind him for her books. "What exactly would that be?"
He felt his body tighten and had to fight to keep his voice calm. "Your trying to prove that I was lying when I said I wasn't interested. It's really very amusing to see you trying to turn me on, pathetic, but amusing."
She almost believed him for a minute, but something about the way he held himself changed her mind. He seemed full of tension.
"Then you won't mind if I give you a hug, to thank you for helping me try to get Harry and Draco back together."
"Well I certainly don't want you to hug me, but if that's what it will take to convince you."
Hermione put her books down and stepped forward putting her arms around his neck. He held lightly on to her waist keeping his body away from hers. She smiled and pressed her body against his, he quickly shoved her away.
"Why Blaise was that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me. You without your alcohol and me without my cosmetic surgery, it's a miracle."
Blaise gritted his teeth."So what if I'm attracted to you, you're obviously attracted to me."
Hermione laughed. "Keep dreaming Zabini," she said as she turned toward the door
He caught her arm and turned her slowly around pressing her back against the door. "Well it would only be fair to give me a chance to prove that you like me. I know your a very fair person."
Hermione shrugged, "It would be pretty hard for you to prove I'm attracted to you, I don't manifest it in so... obvious a form."
"All you have to do is not kiss me back when I kiss you and I'll believe that you aren't attracted to me."
Hermione thought this over for a second, coming to the conclusion that it would be pretty easy to just stand there when he kissed her. "Alright give it your best shot."
A predatory smile came over Blaise's face as he walked slowly towards her pressing her body against the door with his.
She clearly felt his attraction to her once again, but this time she couldn't pull away and the feel of him pressed against her was causing her body to tingle. He slowly ran his hands down her arms and grasped them gently around her wrists. He then stepped back slightly and raised her hands above her head clasping them with his against the wall.
"What are you doing," Hermione asked, she shivered despite her efforts not to.
"'m just making sure we don't use our hands, all I'm going to do is kiss you."
He leaned forward and she ordered herself not to respond when his lips touched hers.
But he brought his face to her neck and inhaled the scent of her hair, his lips lightly brushing just under her ear. "You smell good," he whispered and pressed a kiss just there, before sliding his face back, cheek lightly brushing hers until there eyes met. "Just a kiss," he said as he leaned down and rubbed his lips languidly against hers. He nipped at her bottom lip pulling it down slightly and then ran his tongue lightly across it.
She clenched her hand against his desperately trying to stop herself from kissing him back. But she wanted to feel his tongue sliding across hers, wanted to crush herself against his body. He was keeping there bodies so they were barely touching, and it was killing her.
He drew back slightly and the feel of his warm breath against her mouth, and the look in his deep brown eyes drove her over the edge. She pressed her mouth to his, biting lightly on his lower lip, and plunging her tongue into his mouth.
He brought their bodies together, and had to fight back a moan at the feeling when he pressed himself against her. He slid his hand slowly up her thigh and under her skirt Hermione broke the kiss. "Wait stop we can't do this," she said breathing heavily. "We both got a little carried away. But I'm certainly not going to have sex with someone I don't even like."
Blaise tightened his hand on her thigh for a second and then slowly stepped back.
"Your right Granger we both got a little carried away. No matter what you may think of me I don't have sex with people I don't like anymore than you do."
He cleared his throat and bent to pick his books up. "Now, remember tomorrow, that I won't be able to give you a signal your going to have to actually pay attention to the game."
"I think I'll be able to manage," she said drily.
"Well good luck." He opened the door and left the room.
Hermione gathered her books and walked out the door. Your going to have to pay attention, honestly like I wouldn't, she thought with irritation. At least I won't have to see him anymore if this plan works. I really hope it works, she thought as she made her way toward her room.
Hermione sat under the bleachers, her hand sweatily gripping her wand. She watched the game with an intensity she never had before. She still however didn't find it interesting. She sat waiting and watching for the right moment. It had to be when the bludger was already going somewhat in Draco's direction. She didn't want it to be obvious that it had been cursed. She didn't have to wait long as the beaters usually aimed toward the other teams seeker, even the Gryffindors. It kept them from watching for the snitch every moment. Her eyes centered in on Ginny who had been a beater for two years. She could always be counted on to aim a bludger at the seeker as she was slightly less concerned that it would be seen as a "bad" thing than the other Gryffindors. Ginny had never really cared what other people thought. Hermione looked through her omnibinoculars smiling when she saw an evil little grin come over Ginny's face. This was it, she took a deep breath and pointed her wand at the bludger.. waiting.
Draco saw the bludger coming his way and flew over a couple of feet so that it would go right past him. He then ignored it and started looking for the snitch again.
Hermione pointed her wand and said a spell to make the object move slightly. She had it change direction little by little until it was headed for Draco. She hoped it would look like the wind had done it.
Harry searched the sky for the snitch, pausing as he spotted Draco. He watched as the bludger got closer and closer to Draco, wondering why he wasn't moving out of it's way like he usually did. A feeling of fear rose up in him and he shouted Draco's name. Draco turned just a second too late and was unprepared when the bludger knocked in to him.
Harry raced forward on his broom when he saw Draco tumble off his toward the ground.
Let me get there in time please let me get there he thought as he raced down toward Draco. He got under him. catching him a few feet from the ground. The force of Draco's body hitting his sent them both to the ground. They landed on the ground with Draco on top. Harry had knocked his head hard on the ground when they landed. He was blinking his eyes slowly trying to stay conscious. "Draco are you hurt," Harry asked the Draco shaped blob above him.
"Am I..."Draco sighed with exasperation, "no Harry I'm fine. Someone came along and conveniently broke my fall."
"That's good," Harry said in a singsong before passing out.
"Harry.. Harry what are you doing? Wake up." His voice rose and there was a thread of panic in it. He looked around quickly for Madam Pomfrey. She was usually down on the field so she could tend to their injuries. He spotted her already running towards them.
She rushed up to their side coming down onto her knees. She ran her wand over Harry's head, saying a spell. A light orange light appeared in the air over Harry's head. Cursing himself for not taking medical magic classes, Draco looked at Madam Pompfrey. "What does that mean, is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know, he has a severe concussion. We'll just have to wait and see how he's when he wakes up." She stood up brushing off her robes and pointed her wand a Harry. "Mobulius corpus."
Draco pushed off the ground standing up quickly. He hissed in pain when he put pressure on his wrist, he hadn't even realized that he was injured. Apparently Madam Pomfrey hadn't either. She looked at him in surprise. "Let me see that wrist."
"It's fine, I'm fine. Shouldn't you be getting him to the hospital wing?"he asked sharply.
"I should be doing exactly as I please Mr. Malfoy. I'll stand here all day if I have to. Now let me see that wrist."
Draco sighed and held up his wrist for inspection. It was swollen and turning purple.
"Broken just as I thought, come with me," she said turning toward the school with Harry floating beside her. He's going to be fine, Draco
thought. He has to be.
It is difficult to say who do you the most harm: enemies with the worst intentions or friends with the best.
Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
The next day at breakfast, everyone was talking about Harry and Seamus breaking up, and Seamus and Dean getting together. Most people believed that Seamus had left Harry for Dean, despite Harry's claims that it had been a mutual breakup. Both Ron and Hermione were giving Seamus the cold shoulder. However, he was so happy to finally be with Dean, that he failed to notice.
"Your better off without him I say," Ron said as he shoveled food in to his mouth.
"Ron's right, there are plenty of other fish in the sea," Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust at Ron's table manners, or lack thereof.
"For the thousandth time, we both decided to end it. There's no need to try and make me feel better, I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth.
"You don't seem fine," Hermione said looking at him through narrowed eyes. "If it's not the breakup that's making you so unhappy what is?"
Just then Draco walked into the room and headed for his seat without so much as glancing at their table.
"Nothing's making me unhappy, absolutely nothing," he said as he viciously stabbed his eggs with his fork.
Hermione glanced from Draco to Harry, noticing the lack of their usual greeting. I wonder what's going on here, she thought. Well whatever it is I'm going to find out. Her gaze went to the Slytherin table and rested on a black haired boy sitting next to Draco, and she smiled.
Blaise walked down the hall and turned into the library. Snape had had that look about him the last few days that he had come to recognize as meaning, Pop quiz. Unlike Draco, Blaise was very serious about his grades. He quickly found the book he was looking for, sat down and started to study. After a few minutes he gave up. He just couldn't get his mind off Draco. He'd come in last night smelling of sex and looking like he was torn between crying and hitting something. When Blaise had asked him what was wrong. He had replied that nothing was wrong and then proceeded to stare silently into the fire for several minutes. Blaise thought that he obviously wanted some time to himself and got up to leave. "You should be happy," Draco said just as he'd reached the foot of the stairs leading up to the dorms.
"Why should I be happy," Blaise asked puzzled.
"Potter and I are no longer friends, were back to being enemies, like we were always meant to be."
Blaise slowly digested this piece of information. "What happened?"
"Nothing. We both showed our true characters and they are incompatible."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I proved I can't trust people and I make rash impetuous decision. He proved that he's a thoughtless bastard and keeping to his morals is more important than not hurting people. So it's done. Our freakish little friendship is over. I don't know what made me think it was possible."
Blaise had just stood there silently not knowing what to say.
Blaise's thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone clearing their throat.
He looked up to see Hermione standing in front of his table, a determined look on her face.
"Is there something I can do for you," he asked in coldly polite tone. He had never liked Hermione, not because she was muggleborn, but because she was smarter than him.
"Look let's dispense with the pleasantries. I don't like you, and you don't like me, but we have to talk."
"I certainly don't have to do anything." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "But just for curiosity's sake, what do you want to talk about?
"It's about Harry and Draco."
Blaise slowly flipped his quill over and ran his fingers down the soft feather.
"What about them?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. There was something about Blaise that had always made her want to hit him. "I know they've had a fight, that much is obvious, but I want to know if you know what it was about."
"If I did it would be because my friend told me in confidence and I see no reason why I would betray that to you. You after all are not my friend, or Draco's."
"Thank God for small favors," she muttered. "It's true I'm not your friend or Draco's but I am Harry's and I know he's hurting. I hate to admit it but I think Malfoy's good for him," she narrowed her eyes," and Harry's good for Malfoy. If you were really his friend you'd want what's best for him and you'd help me figure out how to get them being
friends again."
Blaise sat back in his chair and chuckled, "If you want my help getting them back together as friends, than I'm sorry, but I can't help you. I'm not one for stupid pointless tasks. That's more of a Gryffindor trait really."
Hermione gripped the edge of the table and leaned forward. "If you think that them becoming friends again is a stupid and pointless task than you obviously don't know your friend very well. Or care much for him. Which isn't that surprising considering your character." She started to turn away. She stopped when she felt long brown fingers dig
into her wrist.
"First of all," Blaise said through gritted teeth. "You don't know one thing about my character." He couldn't have said why, but her outright dismissal of him being worth anything at all really pissed him off, and it shouldn't have. He never cared what other people thought about him. "Second of all, If you think that when they get back together it will be as friends than you obviously don't know your friend very well."
Hermione stared at her wrist where his hand held it until he let go, a small frown on his face, as if he hadn't realized that he'd taken it.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"It's obvious, to anyone with half a brain in their head." He smiled, secretly delighted in knowing something that she didn't.
"Half a.." Hermione trailed off and just stared at him. She'd been called many things in her life. But no one had ever called her stupid. She felt anger rising up in her and clouding her brain like it had when she'd smacked Draco. "How dare you call me stupid!" She picked up one of his books and slammed it down on the table in front of him. Leaning forward until her face was inches from his her knuckles white as she clenched the book. "You could study in your little books every moment for the rest of your life and still never be half as intelligent as me you.. you stupid little CRETIN! Now tell me what you meant!"
He stared at her flushed face and bright eyes and had the unexpected thought pop into his head that she really looked quite fetching. However, that was followed quickly by the thought that this was Hermione Granger, the smartest student in the school. She could probably hex him into the next century, and she looked in the mood to do it.
He said in a calm voice, "What I meant, was that they're in love with each other."
"They're...,"she turned and leaned against the table. In love she thought, Harry's in love with Draco and Draco is in love with him. She had just gotten used to their being friends, and that wasn't an easy thing for her. Now all of a sudden they're in love. She knew Draco had changed but Harry was her best friend and she didn't want to see him hurt. She knew that when he loved he loved without reservation. Those who loved him had the power to hurt him like no one else .Now the person who they had hated for the past six years. The person who had always tried to hurt Harry, had the power to crush him. She turned quickly around. "You said they loved each other right, so your saying that Draco loves Harry as much as Harry loves him."
"That's what I said," he said in an aggravated tone.
She looked him squarely in the eye and he didn't have any thoughts whatsoever about what she looked like. His survival instincts were telling him this was one you didn't want to mess with. "If I find out your lying to me Zabini, you'll find out just how much smarter than you I am. It will be a brief experience, I promise you."
"I'm not lying, I give you my word," he said as if his word meant anything to her.
She slowly sat down. "I believe you," she said, and she did for some odd reason. She took out her quill and parchment.
"Now, we're two of the smartest students in the school," he looked slightly startled to hear her say this, he hadn't thought she'd known about his grades, few people did. "I'm sure we can get two boys who are in love with each other together. Have any ideas?"
Blaise smiled. This is going to be very interesting he thought.
"Are you sure this is going to work? Hermione asked for the thousandth time.
"Look it will work, Draco needs to know that he's important to Harry. Now would you quit asking," Blaise said in an exasperated tone. A
Slytherin would do this without a second thought.
"Well sorry if I'm a little squeamish about cursing a bludger so it hits a player! But if anybody found out I could be...expelled." Hermione said in a tone as if she'd just said, I could be ..cut up into small pieces and then set on fire.
"Well if your so worried about it we could always think of another plan."
"No, I can't think of anything else and we need them to get together as soon as possible. When he's not sad, Harry's been a right wanker." Hermione said with a frown thinking of when Harry had snapped at her earlier.
Blaise looked at her with a slightly amused expression . "I'd think that you'd be happy at the chance to hit Draco with a bludger."
"Oh it does make it slightly easier to risk expulsion." Hermione gave a vicious little grin.
"But what about you, your hurting your chances of winning the quidditch cup."
Tomorrow was the final game, and it was between Slytherin and Gryffiindor.
"Contrary to what your little red haired friend believes there are some things more important than quidditch," Blaise said before sneezing. "Damn this dust, why exactly did we have to meet in this little closet, there are plenty of empty rooms in this school."
Hermione sighed. Honestly it would be nice to just once not have to be the brains of the operation."Because there is less of a chance of us getting caught here. No one's likely to go into an old broom closet, and you know that most students do use the empty classrooms for..
things."
Blaise leaned back against the wall chuckling. "Honey if your seventeen and you can't even say it, you have some serious problems."
Hermione rolled her eyes at the general stupidity of all males. "I can say sex, I just was hesitant to say the word in a closed closet with a teenage boy. It would cause you to think about it and I really need your blood to stay in your brain. It's hard enough to have an intelligent conversation with you as it is."
"Don't flatter yourself Granger, it would take a lot more than that to get me interested in you. Probably several bottles of alcohol, and some serious cosmetic surgery on your part."
"Oh please all I'd have to do is let you know that you had a chance and you'd be begging me for it."
"I'd be begging you to leave me alone."
Hermione smiled. "You know you are rather amusing, who ever knew that Slytherins were such humorous people."
"There not in general."
"Oh so your special are you?" She took a step closer to him, which seeing as they were in a closet brought them very close together. "You know you have always interested me, Draco Malfoy's silent little friend." He bristled when she said little. "All the times he fought with us, you always just stood to the side watching. I've always wanted to know what was going through your head. Care to.. satisfy my curiosity?" She raised her eyebrows. She had never acquired the skill of raising just one. Her facial muscles refused to cooperate.
"I know what your doing."
"Really.."she said brushing her body slightly against his as she reached behind him for her books. "What exactly would that be?"
He felt his body tighten and had to fight to keep his voice calm. "Your trying to prove that I was lying when I said I wasn't interested. It's really very amusing to see you trying to turn me on, pathetic, but amusing."
She almost believed him for a minute, but something about the way he held himself changed her mind. He seemed full of tension.
"Then you won't mind if I give you a hug, to thank you for helping me try to get Harry and Draco back together."
"Well I certainly don't want you to hug me, but if that's what it will take to convince you."
Hermione put her books down and stepped forward putting her arms around his neck. He held lightly on to her waist keeping his body away from hers. She smiled and pressed her body against his, he quickly shoved her away.
"Why Blaise was that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me. You without your alcohol and me without my cosmetic surgery, it's a miracle."
Blaise gritted his teeth."So what if I'm attracted to you, you're obviously attracted to me."
Hermione laughed. "Keep dreaming Zabini," she said as she turned toward the door
He caught her arm and turned her slowly around pressing her back against the door. "Well it would only be fair to give me a chance to prove that you like me. I know your a very fair person."
Hermione shrugged, "It would be pretty hard for you to prove I'm attracted to you, I don't manifest it in so... obvious a form."
"All you have to do is not kiss me back when I kiss you and I'll believe that you aren't attracted to me."
Hermione thought this over for a second, coming to the conclusion that it would be pretty easy to just stand there when he kissed her. "Alright give it your best shot."
A predatory smile came over Blaise's face as he walked slowly towards her pressing her body against the door with his.
She clearly felt his attraction to her once again, but this time she couldn't pull away and the feel of him pressed against her was causing her body to tingle. He slowly ran his hands down her arms and grasped them gently around her wrists. He then stepped back slightly and raised her hands above her head clasping them with his against the wall.
"What are you doing," Hermione asked, she shivered despite her efforts not to.
"'m just making sure we don't use our hands, all I'm going to do is kiss you."
He leaned forward and she ordered herself not to respond when his lips touched hers.
But he brought his face to her neck and inhaled the scent of her hair, his lips lightly brushing just under her ear. "You smell good," he whispered and pressed a kiss just there, before sliding his face back, cheek lightly brushing hers until there eyes met. "Just a kiss," he said as he leaned down and rubbed his lips languidly against hers. He nipped at her bottom lip pulling it down slightly and then ran his tongue lightly across it.
She clenched her hand against his desperately trying to stop herself from kissing him back. But she wanted to feel his tongue sliding across hers, wanted to crush herself against his body. He was keeping there bodies so they were barely touching, and it was killing her.
He drew back slightly and the feel of his warm breath against her mouth, and the look in his deep brown eyes drove her over the edge. She pressed her mouth to his, biting lightly on his lower lip, and plunging her tongue into his mouth.
He brought their bodies together, and had to fight back a moan at the feeling when he pressed himself against her. He slid his hand slowly up her thigh and under her skirt Hermione broke the kiss. "Wait stop we can't do this," she said breathing heavily. "We both got a little carried away. But I'm certainly not going to have sex with someone I don't even like."
Blaise tightened his hand on her thigh for a second and then slowly stepped back.
"Your right Granger we both got a little carried away. No matter what you may think of me I don't have sex with people I don't like anymore than you do."
He cleared his throat and bent to pick his books up. "Now, remember tomorrow, that I won't be able to give you a signal your going to have to actually pay attention to the game."
"I think I'll be able to manage," she said drily.
"Well good luck." He opened the door and left the room.
Hermione gathered her books and walked out the door. Your going to have to pay attention, honestly like I wouldn't, she thought with irritation. At least I won't have to see him anymore if this plan works. I really hope it works, she thought as she made her way toward her room.
Hermione sat under the bleachers, her hand sweatily gripping her wand. She watched the game with an intensity she never had before. She still however didn't find it interesting. She sat waiting and watching for the right moment. It had to be when the bludger was already going somewhat in Draco's direction. She didn't want it to be obvious that it had been cursed. She didn't have to wait long as the beaters usually aimed toward the other teams seeker, even the Gryffindors. It kept them from watching for the snitch every moment. Her eyes centered in on Ginny who had been a beater for two years. She could always be counted on to aim a bludger at the seeker as she was slightly less concerned that it would be seen as a "bad" thing than the other Gryffindors. Ginny had never really cared what other people thought. Hermione looked through her omnibinoculars smiling when she saw an evil little grin come over Ginny's face. This was it, she took a deep breath and pointed her wand at the bludger.. waiting.
Draco saw the bludger coming his way and flew over a couple of feet so that it would go right past him. He then ignored it and started looking for the snitch again.
Hermione pointed her wand and said a spell to make the object move slightly. She had it change direction little by little until it was headed for Draco. She hoped it would look like the wind had done it.
Harry searched the sky for the snitch, pausing as he spotted Draco. He watched as the bludger got closer and closer to Draco, wondering why he wasn't moving out of it's way like he usually did. A feeling of fear rose up in him and he shouted Draco's name. Draco turned just a second too late and was unprepared when the bludger knocked in to him.
Harry raced forward on his broom when he saw Draco tumble off his toward the ground.
Let me get there in time please let me get there he thought as he raced down toward Draco. He got under him. catching him a few feet from the ground. The force of Draco's body hitting his sent them both to the ground. They landed on the ground with Draco on top. Harry had knocked his head hard on the ground when they landed. He was blinking his eyes slowly trying to stay conscious. "Draco are you hurt," Harry asked the Draco shaped blob above him.
"Am I..."Draco sighed with exasperation, "no Harry I'm fine. Someone came along and conveniently broke my fall."
"That's good," Harry said in a singsong before passing out.
"Harry.. Harry what are you doing? Wake up." His voice rose and there was a thread of panic in it. He looked around quickly for Madam Pomfrey. She was usually down on the field so she could tend to their injuries. He spotted her already running towards them.
She rushed up to their side coming down onto her knees. She ran her wand over Harry's head, saying a spell. A light orange light appeared in the air over Harry's head. Cursing himself for not taking medical magic classes, Draco looked at Madam Pompfrey. "What does that mean, is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know, he has a severe concussion. We'll just have to wait and see how he's when he wakes up." She stood up brushing off her robes and pointed her wand a Harry. "Mobulius corpus."
Draco pushed off the ground standing up quickly. He hissed in pain when he put pressure on his wrist, he hadn't even realized that he was injured. Apparently Madam Pomfrey hadn't either. She looked at him in surprise. "Let me see that wrist."
"It's fine, I'm fine. Shouldn't you be getting him to the hospital wing?"he asked sharply.
"I should be doing exactly as I please Mr. Malfoy. I'll stand here all day if I have to. Now let me see that wrist."
Draco sighed and held up his wrist for inspection. It was swollen and turning purple.
"Broken just as I thought, come with me," she said turning toward the school with Harry floating beside her. He's going to be fine, Draco
thought. He has to be.