Title: The Beggining of the End (03)

Author: Procella Nox noctis

Category: Humour

Sub Category: General

Keywords: Hermione, Blaise, pillows, dinner

Summary: Summer brake had been his favourite time of year. Until he had to spend it with Hermione Granger. And that was just the beginning of the story.

Sneak-peek: "Wait, Granger, I think, err, we should-remind me to severely hurt myself for saying this- make a truce."

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and unfortunately never will. No money is being made out of this story, which is a pity, it's really good.

A/N: Two chapters in a day, whoa! Anyway, this story is going to be long so I thought I should try and end it this summer break. Fleubleue has agreed on helping me with all French words and phrases. Thanks to her, Skooksie and Lousie for taking time in revieing this.

Three: Pillow fights and dinner

Five minutes after Sirius' departure and Blaise already had intentions of running after him screaming: "Don't leave me there!" Maybe the Grangers put on a façade when they had guests because right now, the adults were in the kitchen discussing and Blaise was stuck with Hermione who was giving him an animate tour of the house.

"Kitchen, living room, my bedroom-stay out- your bedroom, parents' bedroom, Nanna's bedroom, Drawing room and some other rooms I've never explored and don't intend on doing. Right, have fun." Was a sample of the speech Hermione was giving him.

"Wait, Granger, I think, err, we should-remind me to severely hurt myself for saying this- make a truce."

This earned him a big animal-like smile from her, as she shook his hand.

"Call me Hermione, you're living with Grangers, you'll get confused. Come on, I'll show you the garden, and my sanctuary."

"Whoa, wait, why the sudden change of tone?"

"It's simple really. At first I was not very happy a brat like you would be living with me three months, and I didn't trust you, so when you made the first step, bam! You climbed another step in my scale of appreciation. Still don't trust you, but I think we'll be able to hold civilized conversations in the least."

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

"Of course. Come on, it's this way." She pulled him out at the back of her house where a medium-sized garden shined in the crepuscule light.

"I like this." He whispered as she dragged him along towards a tree.

"Yeah, me too." She stopped in front of a huge tree and looked up. "This is my favourite part of the garden. Anytime you can't find me, I'm here. Well, I suppose we should get inside." She whispered again, breaking the connection of their hands.

Blaise nodded and followed her inside the house. While Zabini Manor was far too big for four kids and a little bit too gloomy, Granger's house was not yet a Manor, but big enough to have several rooms spread on two floors, and a nice garden, making it nice and cosy. He thought Cora and Silly would've loved climbing that tree, and Bella would enjoy talking to Hermione's mom. He missed them, and could not help but wonder if they missed him too. Or how much had they cried. Or if they were eating well.

"They'll do fine." Blaise looked up at Hermione who had a calm face on her.

"I know, but I can't help missing them. I mean I'm the only guy in our family, I take care of them. How do I take care of them being miles away?"

"By keeping yourself safe. Blaise, once you're initiated, no one will harm you again. Voldemort might be an idiot, but he won't send his gang on an experienced sorcerer. Trust me on that, okay?"

"How can you be so calm? I mean you live with muggles, your family could be the first to be attacked. I think it was a bad idea sending me here."

"Not all inside this house is what it seems. Remember that. And you're safe here, don't worry. Right, here we are. I hope you like it, you'll be staying in this room for some time."

She opened a door and stepped inside. The room was a simple chamber, with all necessary things inside: bed, table, drawers and closet. A big window covered by long blue curtains was on the left side. Blaise decided, this wasn't so bad after all.

He threw himself on the bed, the inflatable bed Mr. Granger had just bought, and surveyed the ceiling. White.

"Interesting isn't it?" Hermione's voice came from his side, where she was also seated.

"Words cannot describe it." He smiled.

"Dentists."

"Beg your pardon?"

"My parents are dentists, in case you were asking yourself where we get the money for all this."

"Are you a mind reader?"

"You never know." She grinned widely at him.

"One more thing in your Ms. Perfection drawer, eh?"

"Hey! I resent that!"

"Why, telling the truth is better than telling lies, Hermione, you should know."

"Are you saying that I'm a liar AND a snobby know-it-all?"

"I didn't say it, you did." He grinned.

"Why you." She threw a pillow at him.

He caught the pillow in mid-air and threw it back. Hermione realising she had no chance of hitting him form the distance stood up and tried to hit him while the pillow stayed in her hands. After three hits, Blaise took a pillow from besides his head and threw it at her. They went like that, fighting with pillows on Blaise's new bed, for about five minutes, when Hermione's foot tangled in the bed sheet and she fell to the floor, dragging Blaise with him.

She started laughing. He looked at her for a while, and he was soon laughing himself. Their laugh relatively fell away, leaving them to discover the position they were in. Blaise was on top of her, her feet tangled in his, and his hands beside her face. Hermione's hands encircling his neck, and their faces inches apart.

"I don't like this." Blaise said, while a force was pulling him towards Hermione.

"Neither do I." Hermione whispered closing her eyes.

"Children! Dinner!" her mother's voice sounded from downstairs and she drove away from Blaise.

"We better go." She whispered while they disentangled their selves from the other.

"Right behind you." He said as he helped her to her feet. Hermione looked into his eyes.

"Yeah." And she left him in his room.

"Great, Blaise, kiss the girl on the first day, by the end of the week she'll be carrying your offspring. Imbecile!" he muttered darkly while knocking his head against the wall. He had almost kissed Hermione. Thank god for her mother, he'd have to buy the woman a necklace or something, he had almost kissed Hermione. The worst part was that now he wanted to end that job, but couldn't.

Dinner turned out to be rather informative for Blaise. He found out Helene Granger's side of the family were French, just like him. Hermione was a single child, but wanted sisters, which was proven by her insistent approaches to her mother during the meal. It amused Blaise to no end every time Hermione asked for something: "Mom, pass the butter, I want a sister by the way." "Dad could you give me more water, and a sister would be nice thank you."

The last time she asked that Blaise felt obliged to interfere:

"Hermione if you want a sister so much, you can join me when I visit my family this month."

Her face lightened up : "Really? Oh, thank you! I could kiss you right now. But I won't." she visibly blushed remembering their position five minutes ago.

The adults looked amused, changing gazes from Hermione to Blaise. Henry Granger was clearing his throat trying to conceal laughter, while Helene and Adelle chuckled quietly. Hermione was still looking at Blaise with thankfulness in her eyes. Blaise was a bit scared now.

"Right, Hermione I suppose we should tell Blaise the truth now." Henry tried to distract Hermione, and succeeded.

"Do you think it's wise, I mean— "

"—now Hermione, you'll be teaching them everything you see at the meetings, he should know."

"You're right. Well, Blaise, here goes. During your stay here Dumbledore thought it'll be wise to have you learn how to control your magic and stuff like that before you're initiated, and I'm going to be the one who tells you.

This may sound strange, I mean I'm a muggle-born, but I told you, not all in this house is what it seems. You see, we are in the same situation. My parents are actually wizards themselves, and Nanna here is a Squib."

"The cruel truth." Adelle added.

"Yes, well, I'm a sorcerer as well, as you already realised. The Priori Incantatem allow me to only watch their training program, I have to practise it at home. Few wizards are able to watch them train. If I were to show up at training and Voldemort were to find out, he'd realise I'm a sorcerer too. So I go undercover. I'm not yet initiated either, so until I am my family and I must pass as muggles."

"You expect me to believe that you are a sorcerer, even though for the last six year you were a supposed muggle-born?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, and looked at the glass Blaise was holding. The glass broke into tiny pieces of crystal, none cutting him.

"Point proven now?" she hissed.

"Not really, no. Sorry but this is a bit surreal."

"Hermione, I think he should meet Amelia." Helene tried to calm her daughter's spirit.

"He can't. And I can't go now, Honey's too tired."

"Do you want him to believe you, or not?"

"Blaise I think you should meet Amelia. Okay, I'll go. Pray to god she doesn't put on a show about my presence there, the woman is irritating when mad. Well, be back tomorrow then."

In a couple of seconds a honey coloured fox was sitting where Hermione had been seated. The fox's fur glowed gold for a minute, and then she was gone.

"What. Was. That?" Blaise said once the fox had disappeared.

"That was Honey, dear. Hermione's Animagus. She's off to talk to Amelia. Let's hope you're not hard to convince." Helene said as she started cleaning the table.

Now Blaise was scared. Very scared.

E/N: Who is Amelia? Hermione's a sorcerer? Her family are wizards? How many secrets does this story hold? Do you get the connection between the phrase on Hermione's shirt and her Animagus? In the next chapter. Review!

IMPORTANT: This week I'm going away for some days, and I don't know if where I'll go has internet or computer. If they do, then I'll manage somehow. If not, well, I'll see you all in a week or so. Still, I'm not leaving until the end of the week.