Blaise looked out the window as he settled down into his compartment. The sky was bright but not so bright as to blind him. He thought about what he had done this morning, and about what his family would think of his newly pierced eyebrow. He smiled as he thought about Moira. The dark haired boy wanted to see her again. She was fun, and full of life. Perhaps they could become friends and she could show him more about what it meant to live.

He made a note to make sure he approached her once they got to Hogwarts about that. Merlin only knew how desperately he needed someone to socialize with. That thought aside, he reached into his bag and pulled out the book he was currently reading. It was a muggle fantasy book about a great war in times of old. The take the book had on wizards was impressive. It was believable, even though he knew the real histories. He wasn't even a page down when he heard a knock on the compartment door.

Blaise looked up as a pink and purple head popped in and smiled. "Hello again Mister Zabini." Moira said as she grinned. "There are no compartments left. Would you mind if my friend and I joined you?"

Blaise put his bag on the floor gently and moved over. "Only if you entertain me more than this book would have." He said with a grin. He replaced his bookmark.

Moira grinned and burst into the little room with as much power and confidence as he'd seen her use already that day. She was one of those women who intimidated most people. He knew though, that she'd do anything for her friends, or people that she liked. He didn't notice right away, but someone followed her in. When he did look up, his voice was caught in his throat. "Bella…" he whispered to himself.

The girl that followed Moira in seemed oddly familiar even though he couldn't place her. She had dark brown eyes, which were more prominent because of the thick black eyeliner that outlined them. Her hair was short, with two long tendrils that shaped to the curve of her face. It was dyed a deep purplish black colour. The lips that were curved in an ironic smile that looked to be ever-present were painted a deep red. Blaise tried not to imagine what those lips would feel like on his skin. To stop, he pulled his eyes away and looked at what she was wearing.

A floor length black velvet skirt hugged her curves in a delicious way. It was trimmed with dark red bows and ribbons at the bottom and seemed to have a slight train at the back that followed her. Her feet were clad in flat combat boots, which seemed a little out of place. Blaise's eyes trailed back up her skirt and took in the top of her body. A satin sleeveless shirt covered her along with a black velvet cape. He didn't know where this woman came from, but he was not complaining.

Moira looked on amusedly as Blaise stared at Hermione. This wasn't the first time that Hermione was an object of fascination for her male friends, nor would it be the last. The pierced girl smiled and looked at Blaise. "You're drooling mister Zabini." She said innocently.

Blaise's head snapped up and her looked at her with a surprised glance. He hadn't realized he'd been staring for so long. He looked at the other girl apologetically. "I'm sorry for staring, I am a male however, and you are quite a nice thing to look at."

"Aw, quit it Romeo." Moira laughed. "This is about all I can take from you. Anyway, Blaise, this is Hermione. I'm sure you've heard of her before. Something like, one third of the dream team, smartest witch to ever grace Hogwarts, aid to Harry Potter… You know, Hermione Granger."

Blaise could not believe his ears. This was Hermione? He'd known of her his whole Hogwarts career and never had he imagined her like this. She'd changed, and he wasn't sure how to react to that. Before she was the bookworm, the know it all… Before he hadn't been afraid to say something to her, although he never had. But now… now she was beautiful, and he knew that if he didn't think of something intelligent to say, she'd never give him a second glance and oh how he wanted that second glance.

"I would have never guessed, I suppose we've both changed then." He said simply. All of a sudden, he felt unsure of himself.

"I didn't really change, actually. Just on the outside. Inside I'm still a bookworm, and I still spend all my Friday nights alone, except for when Moira drags me out." She admitted.

"That's hard to believe." Said Blaise. He didn't know how Potter and Weasley had been able to not notice her for these years. "So why aren't you with the other two thirds of the dream team?" he asked. He knew that they wouldn't be happy to know that she was conversing with a Slytherin and a Ravenclaw who seemed to be friends with said Slytherin.

"I'm a little nervous is why. They haven't seen the new me and I'm afraid of how they will react. Especially Ron, he doesn't understand these things. He thinks that everything and everyone should stay the same forever." She replied. He could tell that wasn't the only reason but didn't think he had the right to push. "How long have you known Moira over here for?" she asked, obviously changing the subject.

"Since this morning." The multi-colour haired witch replied. "I took him out on the town. He got his eyebrow pierced." Moira pointed toward it, and smiled. "Lara is quite the pushy one when I bring friends into the shop."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "I had the same problem you did. Lara abducted me, brought me to the back and insisted I get a piercing."

Blaise looked Hermione over again. He couldn't see any jewelry that involved piercing. She noticed that, and grinned at him. "You won't find anything. I got mine done somewhere you'll just have to discover for yourself."

With that in mind, a thoroughly confused Blaise turned and looked out the window. Where other than on ears and face could you even GET a piercing?

A/N: I don't so these often so listen up. I have pictures posted in my livejournal of blaise and moira. The one of Hermione isn't what she looks like in this story so yeah, go ahead and chack them all out!

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