Viola!!! It hasn't been a month, not quite a week either, please forgive me, I have four files on this site, one that I'm redoing my 'you' fics that were deleted in OC form, this one where I am writing these fics, another for my poetry and a fourth which is a joint account with my friend and in total I have… 23, 24… stories. I was, and currently am, MorganS. But I'm struggling to find the perfect way to re-do my stories so they pull in as many reviewers as I once had.

Chapter Four: Divine Intervention

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Hermione had her own struggle hiding her smile of relief as she inched away from them. Both Blaine and Harry watched her out of sight, then as they turned, they caught each other's eyes before looking down, avoiding being the first to speak.

Both sat in silence for a full two minutes and continuing before they heard the distinct clearing of a throat behind a nearby bookshelf, the tension was building and Blaine couldn't take it anymore, she looked up, but avoided his eyes.

"So um, I hear you're the captain of your house Quiddich team?" she partially questioned, trying to make it seem as though she wasn't uncomfortable, though she was. Harry too felt the rising unease from across the table.

"Uh, yeah, I am." He said, having a little trouble through an un-expected clog in his throat. "So… how d'you like Hogwarts?" Blaine swallowed hard, nodding as though she was answering her silent yes.

"It's nice." She nearly squeaked, looking down again. Suddenly Hermione appeared around the corner.

"You two are acting like mere children, Harry, you didn't tell Blaine you were a wizard because you were afraid she wouldn't accept it –because- you thought she was a muggle and you…" she turned to Blaine." I simply cannot figure out why you didn't tell –him- you were a witch, when you knew he was a wizard in the first place." Blaine kept her eyes fixed on her hands, wriggling in her lap, as much as Hermione was right, she'd wanted to know she could trust him to tell her the truth on his own.

"You're right." Blaine said quietly, under her breath, startling Hermione.

"What?" she said quickly, taken off guard by Blaine's agreement to what she had said? Blaine looked up at Hermione with a blank expression.

"I, um…" Blaine stumbled on her own words, finding herself being crushed by her own thoughts, knowing how wrong it was that she'd blamed him for everything, when in fact, it was cut right down the middle. She felt her face get hot and she felt her eyes tingling as tears pushed to the surface. "I- I have to go." She stumbled upon that too as she got up and walked away before she made a fool of herself. She brushed away what tears had actually found an escape as she approached where Cho still sat waiting.

"I'd wondered where you'd- " she was cut off as Blaine quickly closed her books and swept them up into her arms.

"I'm going back to the common room to finish this." Blaine said, partially hiding her reddened face as she quickly snatched up her quill, inkbottle and parchment. Cho sat quiet, exchanging odd glances with the other two girls as Blaine did this.

"We-we'll meet you up there in a bit." Cho stuttered, looking off in the direction Blaine had come from for some explanation. "Is something-" Blaine hurried off before she could finish her sentence.

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Hermione stood still, shifting her eyes to Harry, who had the same expression.

"Sorry?" Hermione questioned, hoping she hadn't just made the biggest mistake and that it wouldn't worsen things with Harry, but his eyes just moved across the room and he stood up abruptly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"No." he said softly and bolted off after Blaine, passing Cho without a second glance, though Cho had to take a second glance after him." Blaine!" he called as he passed through the doorway a mere ten feet behind her, she didn't even acknowledge his voice, just keep walking like she hadn't heard it. "Blaine!" he tried again, as he got closer and in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. He put a hand on each of her shoulders and she looked up into his eyes, no tears, and no nothing, just a look of regret.

"What?" was all she could muster in barely a breath? He softened his gaze, thinking quickly of what he was going to say, because he hadn't expected such a confrontation as this.

"First of all, she's right, but I understand why you didn't tell me, this is my fault." She heard his words, but was dis-believing, it wasn't just his fault, but as she went to admit it, he continued. "This summer was the best thing that's ever happened to me, you're the best thing that ever happened to me and I just didn't want to ruin that." A small smile passed across her lips, a sudden jolt pulsating through her, controlled only by words repeating in her head, compliments of her conscience, whispers of 'kiss him, kiss him' rallied through her head like it was her best friend, all giddy and happy for her.

"It was…"she trailed off, finding herself caught up in his eyes, the reason she'd avoided them in the first place.

"Amazing." He finished for her, and then continued on his original thought. "I spent the first week of my summer brooding over my godfather's death and then you, you came along Blaine, and for the first time in my life, I wanted summer holidays to last forever." As cheesy as she knew it was, deep inside, all she could hear were his words.

Blaine dropped her books in one smooth motion, more like her arms were useless, made of gelatin, and took a slow, deep breath. He cocked half a grin and made to bend down to pick them up, but her hands slowly wrapped around his neck and she lifted up on the balls of her feet to kiss him. A simple kiss, her mind was too unbalanced to do more than that, her mind was unbearably clouded with a mixture of things. She pulled away, s small, barely noticeable smile on her lips, while he stood in shock. She contentedly bent down and picked up her own books, then stood.

"Me too." She said, allowing a full-fledged smile to cross her lips. Harry frowned.

"I-um, I'm confused…are you still mad at me?" she laughed a small laugh, shifting her books in her arms.

"There's a difference Harry, I was never mad, disappointed? A little, hurt? Yes, mad? No…" he frowned again, then reached up and scratched the back of his neck like he was confused. But he wasn't.

"Does this mean-" she knew what he was going to ask this time and cut him off before he could finish.

"I'll see you tomorrow Harry." She glanced towards the library doorway, where a slight shadow lined the floor from just inside, and then brushed passed him. He turned and watched her go, she smiled back at him as she rounded a corner, but he stood still confused. The same shadow grew as the figure appeared at his side.

"That was…unexpected…" Hermione voiced, grinning madly. Harry side-glanced at her then turned to her and shook his head, a small grin protruding across his lips.

"Twice in one day Hermione, getting nosy are we?" she swatted him in the arm.

"At least it worked, if I hadn't have interrupted the first time, you would never have gotten the courage to go after her and tell her what you did. Courage Harry, the trait of a true Gryffindor." She grabbed a hold of his arm and tugged him off towards Gryffindor tower. "So what was it you said you and Ron Needed help with?"

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Blaine felt weird having walked away like that the night before, but knew she'd see him later and woud get the chance to talk to him then, when she wasn't confused by her own conscience and feelings and… everything else.

Cho met her in the common room the following morning and they walked down to breakfast together.

"I've found you a date for tonight." She informed Blaine as they sat down at the ravenclaw table. Blaine looked at her in shock. "you know, to help you get over Harry!' she said excitedly and blaine allowed herself to sport a fake smile.

"oh? Who?" she questioned quietly as she filled her plate and glass.

"he's in my year, his name's Sebastien Lapainas, the one you told me you thought was cute… he was in the library last nightand he asked me about you, he likes you." Blaine blushed as she sipped from her goblet of orange juice.

"h-he does?" she questioned stupidly, getting but only a giiddy nod from her fellow ravenclaw and friend. "and you told him I'd go out with him?" she questioned further, findng herself wondering what they'd spoken about her.

"yes, tonight." Blaine smiled awkwardly. "is there a problem?" she questioned the look n blaine'sface and blaineswallowed a bite of her pancakes.

"I just…."

"you seemed upset last night and I just wanted to help you to feel better." Blaine smiled.

"that's realy nice, but I-"blaine cut herself off as the very topic of their conversation walked by and smiled at her deliciously. She couldn't help but indulge herself in five feet and eleven inches of the georgeous brown haired, blue eyed, seventh year. His confidence reflected from him and one question paused on her mind.

Could she actually go through with this? Then more questions came. Did she want to? Couls she let him down easy? Was it worth it to give this up and give a second chance to her summer fling? More questions continued to flood her mind, but all was interrupted as he walked passed and sat down with his friends and cho's voice flooded her thoughts.

"so? Are you going to go out with him tonight or do I have to undo what I did?" Blaine thought about it, but she didn't know exactlyhow to handle the situation so simply nodded.

"I will." She didn't want to have to disappoint cho, plus, it was just a date that never had to happen again if she didn't want it to. Cho smiled widely.

"good, Oh, and we have quiddich practice tomorrow after classes, don't forget."

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Hello, Hello…how was that? Did I leave you at a gooder? Wanting more? Huh, huh? Sorry, I'm a little sugared up. Anyways…

again, i have to catch up with my reviewers next time, i'm in a rush...

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