Title : Reunited

Author : Bex (otherwise known as Bex-Malfoy or Jaxindi)

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.

Rating : PG-13 to start with, may go up to R in later chapters due to violence or sex scenes.

Pairings : D/Hr, H/OC

Summary : After she went to his funeral, she never expected Draco Malfoy to show up at her desk at work. Why did he fake his death? Why has he been hiding? Hermione Granger is determined to find out the answers and more.

A/N : This is my first fic on this penname (Bex-Malfoy) but I have written before on , on the penname jaxindi. This is going to be my Draco/Hermione and Blaise/Hermione account and I hope that you like the stories that I produce! I work hard on them and don't even think of submitting them until I'm happy with them. I love feedback and only constructive criticism allowed. No flaming for no reason or I'll get depressed and just abandon my stories. That's what happened with my D/G fic, Mutual Feelings which can be found on the Jaxindi account and I hope that nobody will encourage me to finish fics on that account. I will also soon have a Marauders account for all pairings (Sirius/James, Sirius/Remus and James/Lily). I also belong to a Yahoo group for Blaise/Hermione/Draco lovers (And I swear, I am so devoted to it) where I write fics of an NC-17 nature.


HorseKrazy08 - It is most definitely Blaise Zabini, not Zambini. I'm afraid those who write it as Zambini are extremely mistaken. Blaise is one of my favourite characters to ship because he has only been mentioned by JK Rowling as being in Slytherin and in Harry's year. This means that I can make him into anything that I want him to be. On LJ, we have a Blaise/Hermione community which I love!

ucojen - Thanks honey! I've been writing fanfiction for a while and I do love writing it! I normally write D/Hr smut but I've written a couple of fics with an actual plot! I also used to ship D/G and you'll find examples of D/G, L/J and D/Hr on my other penname, which is under the UserID : 566327, name : Jaxindi.

periwinklemagic - Sorry for not updating sooner... It was my 17th birthday on Friday and I've been out driving (finally legal in the UK!) so I've not been writing a lot! I'm so very sorry about that and I'm going to aim and get a chapter out every week or sooner :)

wontwalkaway - Thanks for the compliment! I've been writing for about three years overall (I used to write BTVS fanfiction and POTC fanfiction before I discovered HP) and so I guess my style has developed over the years. I used to love creative writing at school and my obsession just grew a bit. The best thing about being British is that I don't need someone to Brit-pick for me!

Trumpetchic - Thanks for reviewing! I love feedback and it means a lot that people bother to review. Here's some more for you to read :)


Hermione smiled as Blaise entered the cafe where she was waiting for him. They had been friends since they became Head Boy and Head Girl and things had gone from there. Occasionally their relationship progressed beyond being just platonic friends but he was always there for her and that was what was so important to her. He was Italian, with golden-coloured skin, unruly black curls and the bluest eyes that Hermione had ever seen. He was tall and lanky although Hermione knew that he was certainly muscled under his robes. He kissed her on the lips softly before sliding into the seat opposite her.

"How have you been Hermione?" he asked.

She shrugged. "You know... Getting on with work and all that." she said evasively.

He shook his head. "No... How are you? Not work, not Harry, you." he told her.

She sighed. "Getting on with life. It didn't help that I had the shock of my life yesterday." she said, looking at him straight in the eyes.

He raised an eyebrow. "I suppose I can guess what the shock was?" he asked.

"Malfoy. Blaise! How could you not tell me he was alive?! I even went to his bloody funeral!" she hissed, looking around to make sure they weren't being overheard. She had deliberately picked Muggle London because it was familiar to them both and the Ministry didn't like to leave the Wizarding world unless it was absolutely necessary.

He sighed. "A lot of reasons." he said, rustling in his pocket and pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, inhaling deeply on the cigarette after he lit it. Hermione looked at him closely and noticed the faint violet smudges under his eyes and the almost sunken look he was wearing.

"Blaise, what's wrong?" she asked.

He looked up. "What do you mean?" he asked sharply, defences back in place. It was a thing that Hermione hated about him, the way he could cut himself off from people simply because he didn't want to talk about himself.

She scowled. "Don't do that. What's wrong? You don't look well."

He smiled softly. "You're the only person that's noticed. Hermione... Is there anywhere else we can go? I don't want to talk about this here."

She nodded. "Come on, you haven't seen my new place yet." she said with a grin.

He laughed. "You've moved?"

"Yeah, Harry moved in with a filthy Slytherin after all these years." she teased.

He swatted her arse as they left the shop. "No bad-mouthing Slytherin my dear else I'll start on the House of Dorks, otherwise known as Gryffindor." he said with a smile.

Hermione gave him a mock glare. "Evil Slytherin."

"Reckless Gryffindor."

"I missed you Blaise." she said softly.

He kissed her on the forehead and wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked. "Me too Hermione, me too."


"So why didn't you tell me about Draco?" Hermione asked as she unlocked the door of her house and deactivated the tight wards which protected the place. She pushed the door open and Blaise smiled as he saw her new flat. It was large and airy, with sunlight coming in through the French windows, which opened up onto a small balcony. She gestured for him to sit on a large and comfortable-looking sofa whilst she went through to the kitchen to put on the kettle.

He sighed. "It wasn't my place to say anything."

She came out the kitchen and sat down opposite him, scowling. "Blaise... You were harbouring a supposedly-dead man in your mansion... How on earth is that 'not your place to say anything'?" she demanded.

He smiled slightly. "Well, when you put it like that... No, I promised Draco I wouldn't say anything to anyone, you know what he means to me." he said in a soft voice. "Thanks for the coffee." he told her before he took a sip.

She shook her head. "I know what Malfoy means to you Blaise... It's just-I stayed at your house for nine months and you never trusted me enough to tell you." she said in a small voice.

He ruffled her hair. "Don't be stupid, of course I trust you."

She pointed at her hair. "I'll hex you if you touch the hair again." she threatened. "I'm dyeing it back to it's natural colour later... I figure I don't have to hide from the press anymore now I'm the Assistant to the Minister." she said with a laugh.

"I'm so proud of you for doing well, Hermione. Although I always knew you would do... You're just that kind of person." he said.

She blushed. "Thanks Blaise. Now tell me why there's shadows under your eyes?" she asked, wanting to change the subject.

He studied her intently before answering, wondering what was so different about her. She had dyed her hair the dark blonde colour because of the Daily Prophet hounding her and Harry about saving the world. She looked better as a brunette, the colour bringing out colours in her eyes that he missed now. "Problems." he answered shortly.

She laid a hand on his arm. "What sort of problems? Family? Money?" she asked.

He nodded. "Family... Mother's ill. Also, with Draco deciding to return from the grave as such, it's given me some sleepless nights." he admitted.

She bit her lip. "Isis? Is she okay?"

"She'll be okay, well the Mediwitch told her so and the Healer seemed to agree. She has to stay at the family villa for a couple of months and see how she is." Blaise assured her, giving her a small smile.

Hermione looked worried. "Then that means that the majority of the problem is Malfoy." she concluded.

"Yeah." Blaise answered.

She let out a noise of frustration. "Come on Blaise... The Minister has asked me to find out why on earth he's here." she admitted.

He smiled slightly. "Okay... He finally figured it was safe to return to England, okay?" he said.

"Okay." she said in a defeated voice, knowing she wouldn't get anymore information out of the handsome wizard.

Blaise's eyes lit up as he turned to Hermione, her face growing instantly suspicious. "Hermione..." he said endearingly.

She shook her head. "Whatever you want... No." she said briskly.

He frowned slightly and Hermione inwardly cursed him as he turned puppy-dog eyes on her. "Look, I wouldn't ask if this wasn't so extremely important. Hermione, you're the only person I can trust to pull this off properly."

"What is it?" she said with a sigh, pulling her hair up out of her face and looking at him with cinnamon eyes. He smiled at her, knowing that she had already given in.

"Well... A certain Mr. Marcus Flint is throwing a ball for his wife's twenty-fifth birthday and I was hoping you would accompany me."

She scrunched up her brow. "But what do I need to pull off?"

He groaned. "Well, my grandmother who has a certain fondness for you as you already know... Well, she's been telling all her society friends what a great person you are and gossip has spread. Hermione, they happen to think that you are my girlfriend." he said softly.

She laughed, showing her now-perfect white teeth. "Oh Blaise! That's hysterical... We broke up over a year ago!" she exclaimed.

He nodded and his black curls fell into his face. Hermione tutted and brushed his hair away from his forehead as she had used to. "I know Mya... But I need a date and you seem the best person to take."

She sat back on the sofa and pulled up her legs onto the sofa, resting her chin on her knees as she looked up at him, her hair falling about her in a disarray of curls as usual. Blaise studied her intently, wondering if she'd changed since they'd broken up. They had been living together for three months when their relationship went beyond friends and it was a long time until they broke up, their living arrangements getting in the way. Hermione didn't want to become a trophy wife, refusing to give up her position in the Ministry and Blaise couldn't live in England, the Zabini Corporation being based in Italy. He had been devastated when she turned to Harry for comfort, knowing that although she didn't develop a relationship with him, she still preferred to run back to an old friend as opposed to wanting to talk it out with him. Blaise was a romantic at heart and if he had had any choice in the matter, he would have dropped the company into another relative's hands and ran off after her.

"Okay." she said after a while, bringing the wizard back out of his musings.

He grinned at her and she smiled back, blushing slightly as she saw his eyes darken and take her in. "That's great. It's formal dress robes so do you want to go try some on with me or take a girl friend with you? And don't even think of paying for them, they're on me." he told her.

She shook her head. "I'll take Ginny... You are not coming as you will be determined to drag me through Diagon Alley and all other Wizarding places until you have found the perfect robes." she teased.

He pouted. "Actually, I just wanted to see you in your underwear." he retorted, making Hermione blush madly and hit him playfully on the arm.

"Blaise!"

"What? At least I'm honest." he pointed out. He decided that at that point and because of Hermione's often violent tendencies, he wouldn't tell her about the guest list until the night of the ball.


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Next chapter : Ginny and Hermione go shopping and then Part 1 of the ball!