An: Ok, first of all I want to thank all my reviewers!! 12 reviews!! And I would like to give a personal thanks to my loyal reviewers, Red and Gold and Rinaula. Thanks so much you guys, because of you wonderful people out there, I've decided to give you guys an early update for the season of Easter!! Along with my usual update on Friday/Saturday. So I hope you enjoy this, if not, please tell me ways in which I can improve.

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Misfit – 04 – Gone

Blaise suddenly tensed up a little, as he existed the Slytherin common, he had the slight suspicion that Pansy knew. She knew of this secret. He sighed; perhaps it was time to tell them. It wasn't that he was ashamed of this relationship, no not at all; in fact he was certain that more than half the people would envy him. Hermione was a beautiful girl, not only on the inside but on the outside as well. Her personality is a major compelling aura that attracts everyone; best part of all, Hermione doesn't even have to try.

As Blaise lingered up the marble staircase, he was reminded of the time when he saw Hermione there. He had to admit, it was the first time he had noticed her, closely. It was the first time he had seen her, not as a Mudblood, not as a Gryffindor but just a plain girl who's alone and broken, a plain girl in which he was to comfort.

Blaise's lips curved upwards in a pleasant manner as he thought of the Christmas holidays. It was his best Christmas yet. He would do almost anything to live it again. The memories itself was like a drug that had the enough power to elevate him. It was that strong.

In the names of honesty, Blaise really had ho idea where he was going. He didn't know where Hermione was and yet as much as he is compelled to find her, he couldn't. For one, he did not know exactly where the Gryffindor common rooms are and second, it would look extremely suspicious if a Slytherin was ever to look for a Gryffindor other than to do the usual harm.

"Oh well" he thought. "I shall just roam the walls of Hogwarts, after all last he did so, and he had found Hermione".

It was true, that the stairs of Hogwarts seemed endless. They were constantly changing, causing anyone that wasn't paying attention to be on their toes. But Blaise didn't mind. He loved the feeling of going elsewhere; he loved the feeling of change. After all, Blaise himself has changed.

As Blaise ascended upwards, closer to the Owlery, he saw Hermione just coming down from it. Her steps were small, her speed was unusually slow, and she was deep in thought. Oblivious of Blaise's presence, she kept her head down and walked gradually down the stairs towards Blaise.

Hermione held her head up as she sensed someone in front of her, she saw Blaise casting a curious look to her. He was about to open his mouth, as if to speak but Hermione lunged forward and held tight to him in a hug. He too enveloped his arms around Hermione without any inquiring because he too knew what was troubling her.

"I'm scared Blaise, I'm scared".

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As Ron entered the library, many whispers and giggles could be heard from the younger female population in the library, along with it a glare from Madame Prince for disturbing the peace. Over the past few years, Ron among with other boys like Harry has grown to earn the crown as "disturber of silence". Whenever they'd enter the library to search for Hermione, heads would turn, mouths would open and whispers would be heard complimentary to a few giggles and a classic glare from the librarian.

Ron walked into the library to Hermione's usual seat to find that it was taken by someone else. It was odd, Ron always thought that he's find Hermione there, buried with her work, her eyes full of concentration. However, today she wasn't. She was gone.

"Perhaps she was down at the kitchens," Ron thought, as he made his way out of the library.

His luck failed him to find Hermione anywhere. Ron had almost looked everywhere, even the Qudditch pitch, though he knew that Hermione wouldn't be there. The only place that made sense for Hermione to be was the Owlery. However, Ron had doubted very much that Hermione had anyone to send letters to. Nevertheless, he climbed up the marble stairs in search of Hermione.

Ron sighed, "Hermione, where are you?"

Ron had barely made it to the second floor when he was joined by the presence of Lavender. He hadn't in fact seen her since…last term, well before the holidays, perhaps a few days or so.

"Oh, hi Lavender" Ron said, meeting her gaze. He could sense an awkward conversation brewing.

"Hey" came a quiet reply from Lavender; she too wasn't exactly the most gregarious nature when it came to "secret love affairs" as she claimed it is. "So, how's it going?" came another one of Lavender's attempt to break awkward silences.

"Uh- things are, good I guess. You?"

"Not too bad, I take it you enjoyed your holidays. Well…I better get going then." Lavender said, not meeting Ron's eyes as she diverted them downwards. Ron knew perfectly well that Lavender was trying to avoid an awkward moment. However, their talk was inevitable.

"Lavender, wait. About…about last term–" Ron started but was unable to finish as Lavender cut in.

"I know Ron, its ok. You don't have to explain. I know it was nothing. I know that you're still in love with Hermione, but I'm not Hermione. I know you used me for your own pleasure and its ok. I understand if you don't want anyone to know. I will keep what we had a secret. So you have nothing to worry about."

Ron was rather shocked at a sudden outburst from Lavender, he had expected a talk of some sort but never did he expected this coming from Lavender.

"Look, Lavender, I'm really sorry. I-" but he was cut off again as Lavender raised her hand up to silence him.

"Ron, whatever it is you are going to say, don't. If you are going to apologize and say that I meant nothing to you, well I don't want to hear it. But if you're going to ask me to reconsider our relationship and to start over again, I might make a choice that I shall regret later, so before you say anything, I'm just going to say that I'm heading over to the Hufflepuff common room to see Justin and I'm going to take my chances with him." Lavender remained a strong composure as she held her head up and met Ron's eyes, just before she turned her back on him and walked down the corridors of second floor, leaving Ron to ponder seriously about his actions.

Almost instantly, Lavender's words began to paint a picture of guilt. Until now, Ron hadn't really thought much about Lavender. It never occurred to him how much he had hurt her. Ron knew it was never intentional.

Ron remembered well that night at the Astronomy Tower. Like this night, he couldn't find Hermione. It was until he gave up that he found Lavender sitting near the windowsill alone. At first, they are spoke a few talks about general things. Then, things got a little intense as they both exchanged the secrets of their lives. Ron had told her about Hermione, about Harry while Lavender told of her brother and other things in general. Though they had no true love connection, their conversations were always deep. One of the nights, their deep conversation ended with a kiss, it wasn't like the kiss he had once shared with Hermione, and it was just a plain kiss with no emotions attached. However it was a kiss nonetheless, something that he couldn't get from Hermione.

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It was well past curfew times when Ron had reached the fifth level after his long encounter with his guilt conscience. Over the two options he had –return to dorms and give up on Hermione or continue to search for her- Ron chose the latter. So as he continued to ascend the stairs, he kept a good look out for any signs of Filch…and of course Hermione.

On the sixth floor, Ron found it to be abandoned, no students lingering in the hallway, portraits are asleep and candles to his convenience, dimly lit. After doing a quick scan of the floor, he found there to be no signs of Hermione. Ron continued towards the seventh floor where he heard owl hoots, he was closer to the Owlery.

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"It's going to be ok" whispered Blaise as he sat down with the girl in his arms.

"But Blaise, how do you know? How do you know that they're not going to get angry, how do you know that they're not going to do something awfully drastic?" Came Hermione's reply. She was scared, for the first time in her life, she was afraid more than ever before, and if wasn't because of death, no, she was never afraid of death. Death was just another journey to her. But Hermione was afraid of losing her friends, losing the people she loved.

Blaise used his free hand to soothe over her hair as he felt her grip on him tighten. He knew just how scared she was. He cannot say exactly that he wasn't afraid. It was a big thing to do but he knew it was worth it.

"Do you remember Christmas?" Blaise said, hoping to relieve her from stress.

She pulled away a little to look at him, "Christmas?" She said as she raised her eyebrows.

"Yea, Christmas, you know, snow, winter, where you put up the trees and you –"

"Blaise I know what Christmas is. I was just surprised that you asked that's all. Anyways, what's Christmas got to do with anything?"

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking about our Christmas together"

"Well of course I remember" she replied, still not catching on as to where this was leading. Hermione raised her eyebrows and was about to ask before he cut her off.

"What? Well its not everyday you spend Christmas with someone at a stairway" Blaise said, putting on his Slytherin smirk.

"Blaise, I honestly think you shouldn't joke about serious festivities like Christmas. Have you any idea how scared this holiday is for people?" Hermione said, putting on her motherly tone.

Then gazed at each other for a second before they burst out laughing only to find - to their least fortunate – that their laughter echoed through the corridor. Hogwarts just wasn't the place for secret silence.

Hoping that it didn't wake anyone, especially Filch, Blaise extended out his hands and urged her away from the Owlery.

"Com'on, its late. We should get back" He said, he was responded with Hermione's small delicate hands in his own.

As they went down, they continued to whisper jokes to each other, exchanging looks and then a few smirks complimentary to a few giggles.

"Well yea, we were planning to cast a hair color spell on Snape for his birthday. I'm sure he'll be pleased with the color pink or how about orange?" came one of Blaise's chatters.

He watched as Hermione's lips curved upwards in a smile and she was about to open her mouth to answer but she stopped. Her smile instantly turned into a straight face, one of shock, her face paled.

"R-Ron" She stuttered.

When Blaise looked up, he saw a paled face Weasley standing in front, just a few steps below. Blaise noticed Ron giving him an intense glare before he gazed into Hermione's eyes.

Hermione was about to open his mouth, but closed it numerous times. She didn't know where to start. Before she's had another chance to say anything, Ron had spun around fiercely and headed back down towards the Gryffindor commons.

Only fools could tell, but one could almost hear Ron's heart break.

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An: Okies, that's it. I admit I wrote this all in one shot. So yea its not the best. Also, though I have two BETAs I'm unable to get any contact from them so excuse grammatical errors. If they are that bad, please tell me.

To be quite honest, I'm not exactly sure where this story is going. I have a few planned scenes that formed into my head however I'm trying to fit it into the plotline but it seems difficult. I think Draco/Hermione will come much later in the story than expected. I don't think I can ever write a light-hearted comedy. So yea this will be rather bleak as such but turn out positive in the end. I hope you stay tune. Anyways, here is a spoiler, if you don't wish to read, just ignore it. Its not big anyways:

Ron isn't the only one with guilt playing on his mind. Blaise has a secret that only Draco knows. How will Draco react to finding out about Blaise and Hermione? Will his hate for mudbloods force him to use Blaise's secret again him?

Review, please. I am human and do need moral support. :P