Title: The Beggining of the End (07)

Author: Procella Nox noctis

Category: Humour

Sub Category: Romance

Keywords: Hermione, Blaise, meetings

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: "This is where you let me pass. Unless, of course, you want me to join you in the shower. I personally don't mind showering twice."

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: [hyper] I'm back back back! All author notes at the end, I'm guessing you're dieing to read. Well, enjoy! Long chapter.

Seven: That 'Wine' Of Month

Invisible forces were driving her at Voldemort's left side. The voices in her head were screaming for his death. They were asking her to kill him. To kill the only man she had loved in a non-fraternally way. Her friends were opposite to her, all fighting, and all asking her to fight it too.

In the corner and unconscious Ron was being held in the arms of a blond girl. Her cold eyes were melted by tears and her lips prayed constantly the same words: "Don't die."

In the middle of the room, Ginny bravely fought a group of Death Eaters, aided by a cloaked figure.

Harry was facing Voldemort. At the boy's feet was the body of a girl. If she was dead or alive, Hermione couldn't tell.

And then there was Blaise. He was weak, and tired, his clothes were ragged and his left arm was bleeding. He looked into her eyes and pleaded her to fight the voices.

"Fool" Hermione smirked, lifting one deadly arm. "It's already too late. As if I'd let you live."

The scene rapidly changed, now in a dark lighted room. Skilled hands explored her body, making her mind dance. Moans escaped her mouth as cold, soft lips touched her skin.

Gasped breaths, warm skin, ecstasy, perfection. She was driven to his chest, his arms encircled her waist. His lips toughed hers. Two "I love you" whispered to the night. And sleep.

Now she was lied in a dungeon, her body cringing in pain, and her palms aching. She got up and went to the bars, seeking an escape route. She had to find him. Warn him.

"Kill him." A snake like voice hissed at the back of her head.

"NO!" she fought back.

"Fool! In my power you're as weak as a worm. I might not have found other Sorcerer blood, but I have my old powers. And it overrules yours."

"Then why do you want to kill him still? Why him as well? Don't you have enough with me?"

"He's making allies with Potter."

"And you don't want a sorcerer helping Harry. He's a threat?!" she realised.

"No one is a threat for Voldemort!" the voice shouted.

"Then why can't you win to a teenage boy?" she asked coldly.

"Sarcasm is not well received, fake one. And I will win. I have you now."

"You'll never have me, you low-life, deceiving, half-blood, cold-hearted JERK!"

"Oh but I will. I will."

"NO!" Hermione jumped out of her bed. The dreams kept getting clearer now. She groaned, the head ache was too.

"Sleeping Bushy awakes at last." Blaise's voice came from a corner.

"I don't remember allowing you to come into my room. Must be that wine."

"That wine happened two weeks ago."

"The head ache is still loading."

"You sure that's all right?"

"It isn't as if I could go see Madame Pomfrey and take a Pepper-Up potion. We're in London."

"Well that's it. You're staying away from wine, missy."

"Yes, mother Blaise."

"I guess nothing is that bad, you still got that sarcasm of yours."

"C'est la vie!"

"So, are we talking again?"

"Last I checked this dialogue between two persons, i.e. you and I, is called talking, so yes we're talking."

"Thank you, Professor Grangerovsky. But I meant, are we back on good terms. Because you've been ignoring me for two weeks. Not that I care, of course."

"Well two weeks ago we just happened to have a nice interaction with nudity. And it was rather nice, having some silence."

"But can we go back to talking?"

"If I agree, will you allow me to do my morning activity?"

"Naturately."

"Fine."

"See you at breakfast, candy!" Blaise shouted, leaving her room.

Hermione knew why he was all hyper now. Oh she knew very well. Today they were allowed to visit his sisters. Sirius was going to come and escort them safely to the Manor. Hermione didn't know if Sirius had a soft spot for Blaise as well, because he was always there when he needed him. She just supposed those two had a back story, probably hiding somewhere.

They were on the 20th of July, and the weather sucked. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to it, they were in London for god's sake, but it was going on for days. She decided Voldemort must have planned to drown the muggles by making it rain. She shivered, after last night's dream sequences, it was better not to mention Voldemort.

She lazily dragged herself to the bathroom, stepped in, closed the door, and banged her head on it several times.

"We have got to stop meeting like this, sweetie." Blaise voice came from her back. She screamed.

"What are you doing in here?"

"What any normal person does in a normal bathroom. Taking a shower."

"Why didn't you lock the door?"

"And miss an opportunity like this?"

"Than was my line." She muttered.

"By the way, Hermione? Could you pass me a towel?"

"You're naked?"

"Why, do you want me to be?"

"Blaise." She hissed.

"What, do you think I shower with my clothes on?"

Hermione grabbed a towel and tossed it backwards at him. She heard him chuckling while he dried himself. Hermione got back to knocking her head against the door.

"This is where you let me pass. Unless, of course, you want me to join you in the shower. I personally don't mind showering twice.

Hermione closed her eyes, opened the door and let Blaise pass her. He chuckled again, and Hermione heard him whisper something that sounded like: "Prude are a real turn on nowadays."

Half an hour later she was halfway though her breakfast, discussing the theory of Murphy with her mother. Sirius had arrived some minutes early, he had been visiting Harry that morning, and hexing Dudley.

Hermione finished her coffee, and left for her jacket. Blaise was wearing his traditional black jeans, and a white long-sleeved shirt with a black T- shirt of Metallica over it. Hermione smiled, remembering how he had acted when he saw that her CDs were only rock and some jazz music. After three minutes he had already confiscated her Sandman CD and the T-shirt she had bought at a concert. She didn't mind though, it looked sexy on him.

Hermione was wearing her usual T-shirt with writing on it. Today it was a purple one with "As you can see, perfection exists" on it and baggy jeans. Her father's leather jacket completed her clothing.

She grabbed an apple to eat on the way, stuck her tongue out at Blaise who was eyeing her T-shirt, kissed her parents, and they left for Zabini Manor.

Blaise's house looked like a castle form a horror movie, what with the rain and thunder and the big scary gate. To all that view, Hermione could only say:

"Wow."

"Not very articulate, is she?" Sirius whispered to Blaise.

"Must be that wine two weeks ago."

"I have a head ache, but I'm not deaf!"

"Good, because you will be." Blaise said, devising a figure running towards him.

"Blaisey!" Coraline Zabini jumped into his older brother's arms eagerly, her black curls getting wet in the rain.

"We should get inside, or else Bella'll have my neck." Sirius suggested.

"I'll have more than your neck, Sirius bloody Black!" Arrabella Zabini shouted once they were inside the house. "Coming here unannounced is not a very sweet thing to do, you mutt. If I see one scratch on Blaise, I'll have you castrated."

"You might not be able to tell, but she loves me. Really." Sirius whispered to Hermione.

Hermione laughed loud. She was already liking Blaise's family, and the presentations weren't even made. Strangely enough, Arrabella reminded her of Molly Weasley. In a more ferocious, younger, and as Sirius would like to add, sexy way.

"You must be Hermione." Arrabella smiled.

"You must be Twinky." Hermione smiled back.

"I'm going to kill my siblings for that name. Come on, let's get you inside the living room."

The living room was not huge, it was gigantic. Hermione suspected the entire goblin population from Gringotts could be put in it and there was still room for them to play Twister. From the looks of things, one could consider it a library-living room, what with the shelves of books in the left corner. Hermione's eyes settled on an angel-like creature. The girl was sitting on the carpet playing miniature Quidditch, her crimson dress was flowing around her, and her black curls were tight in two buns at the top of her head.

"That's Silly. I'm Cora." The girl that had earlier jumped into Blaise's arms addressed her. Cora looked like her older sister: black hair, blue eyes. Her hair was in two trences and she wore a white blouse and beige pants.

"I'm Hermione. Nice to meet you." Hermione smiled.

"Are you Blaise's girlfriend?"

At that moment, one could see Hermione's smile fade away; Sirius choke on his coffee; Blaise chuckle lightly—a habit of his; Arrabella slap her forehead and Selene looking up from her game. Total silence ruled the house.

E/N: A cliff-hanger! I thought it's a nice way to make my come back. I had a nice time, I'm not grounded by Lieutenant Mom anymore and I will be continuing with this story, rest assured!

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