Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: A one shot Blaise/Hermione. As the Keeper of Marmite aboard the HMS Overworked and Underappreciated, I decided it was fitting to write a marmite-related cookie.
A MARMITE KISS
"I take it you don't like marmite, then?"
Slipping the key into the lock, Hermione twisted it and the door to her flat opened. "D'you fancy a drink?" she asked the man behind her.
Blaise Zabini nodded. "Love one." Oh God. She was actually inviting him in. To her flat. Her flat. Today could seriously not get any better. Just think - he was only metres from her bedroom… No, Blaise, he told himself sharply, don't get ahead of yourself.
Stepping inside, Blaise could not help but notice how very Hermione the flat was - books and scrolls of parchment everywhere. It was not exactly neat and tidy, but there was obviously some sort of organisational system at work.
"Make yourself at home," she told him before disappearing into the kitchen. Quickly, Blaise checked his reflection in the mirror, flicking his hair into the way he liked it. He presumed it was a Muggle mirror, as the glass did not offer any comment about his appearance. As he sat down, Blaise grew increasingly self-conscious. What if she had just invited him back as a friend?
In the kitchen, Hermione reached for two wine glasses. As she stretched up to procure a bottle of red wine, she spotted half a piece of toast lying on a plate on the worktop: it was the remains of her breakfast. She had not been able to finish it when she had suddenly been called away to work that morning. Feeling her stomach start to rumble, Hermione reached for her wand and prodded the piece of toast, injecting some heat into the cold bread.
She took a large bite and chewed as she poured out two generous glasses of wine. What if he thought she had just invited him back as a friend? Hermione wondered, holding the glasses in one hand and the wine bottle in the other as she joined Blaise in the living room and swallowing her mouthful of toast.
They sat in silence drinking for a minute or two before Hermione distinctly heard Blaise say, "Oh, bugger this," a moment before he kissed her. Despite almost dropping her wine glass in surprise, Hermione responded eagerly to the kiss.
Blaise, however, pulled back, nearly gagging. He gulped down his wine as fast as possible, eyes bulging.
Hermione bit her lip. "I take it you don't like marmite, then?"
THE END
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Love and hugs and coffee,
silverphoenix