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It's all about the Glares

"Thanks, you're a great friend, Ginny," Blaise said.

"I know," she said, smiling. "So, how long have you liked her?" she asked.

"At least since we've been Heads. But I knew that I didn't have a chance," he said sadly.

"You have a chance," Ginny said.

"I hope so."

"Well, I have to go see Dean now," Ginny smiled as she left the common room.

Blaise sat down on the couch by the fireplace. He was drifting off a little when he heard a loud noise come from Hermione's bedroom. He didn't think that she was back, so he went upstairs to investigate.

He opened her door a little and peeked in but saw nothing; Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He figured that it was just Crookshanks. He turned to leave when he heard another noise come from Hermione's private bathroom.

He knew he shouldn't, but he went over to the door. He heard Hermione talking to someone. The door was open a crack and he peeked in.

He saw Hermione in the tub that was full of bubbles. She was splashing bubbles across the tub and laughing. He watched her smile and though that she looked beautiful all wet. Then he heard a male voice add into her laughter. ("Stop throwing bubbles at me!")

He felt a sudden weight on his chest as he recognized the voice as his fellow Slytherin.

"Ahem," Blaise coughed, loud enough that the laughing couple could hear him. "I'm trying to get some work done, so if you could be a little more quiet, that would be great," he said realizing too late that he had sounded rude and high strung. He shut the door completely and then went back to the fireplace.

So Draco and Hermione, he thought to himself, there goes my chance with her. Blaise was, to say the least, miserable.

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Meanwhile, in the bathroom:

After the door had closed, Hermione burst out laughing again. "Yeah homework," she said sarcastically. "More like Ginny."

"He is a prude," Draco said. "But enough about him, back to our bath," he smiled as he threw another handful of bubbles at Hermione.

"No," she argued. "He asked us to be quiet. We need to calm down." She looked at her hands and wrinkled her nose. "Besides," she said, looking back at Draco. "I'm all pruny!" Hermione stood up and stepped out of the tub. She felt Draco's gaze following her as she crossed the room to grab their towels. She wrapped one around herself before bringing another to Draco. "Get out! I'm going downstairs to get my bag." Hermione left Draco in the bathroom and she quickly went down the stairs to the commons. She had expected Blaise to be in his bedroom studying—transfiguration or Ginny, your choice—but instead found him in front of the fireplace.

He jerked his head in her direction and was lost at the sight of her body, clad only in a towel. Hermione noticed his stare, but ignored it as she walked across the room to grab her bookbag that was on the floor.

"Just getting my things," she muttered to him as she lifted the bag and prepared to carry it upstairs.

Blaise just stared at Hermione as she made her way back upstairs. She dropped her bookbag down on her bedroom floor and crossed to her dresser to get her clothes as Draco came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet and Hermione couldn't help but stare.

"See something you like?" Draco asked.

"You know I do," Hermione retorted. "Anyway, I think Blaise and Ginny broke up or something, why else would he be so moody?"

"What do you mean, moody?"

"He's not being himself, he doesn't usually sulk this much. He never yells at me for making too much noise and when I went downstairs he was just glaring at me. I think he's mad at me because I'm Ginny's friend. Do you think he blames it on me?" Hermione asked the last part out of breath.

"What do you mean glared at you?" Draco asked. "Was it like this?" Draco stared at Hermione with fake venom.

"No," she sighed. "It was more like…uh…" she stuttered, looking for the words.

"This," Draco asked, his face matching Blaise's.

"Yes!"

"Oh, I'll kill him!"

Draco was halfway through the door before Hermione could grab him.

"Why do you want to kill him?" she asked frantically.

"You don't know what that look means, Hermione? He wants you and I'm going to murder him!"

"Draco, you cant ki---he wants me?" she asked.

"Yes, can I please go murder him now?"

"No, all you're wearing is a towel," Hermione said.

"Fine, if I get dressed can I kill him?" Draco pleaded.

"No."

"Hex him?"

"No."

"Punch him?"

"No."

"Hurt him?"

"NO!"

"Rip out his nose hair?" Draco asked with a smile.

Hermione thought for a second, then: "Only if he's sleeping first."

Draco smiled and walked back into her room to get his clothes on. "Just tell me if he tries anything, because I will murder him for you."

"Really? You'd do that for me?" she asked in a saccharine voice.

"You know I would," he groaned as he pushed her back on her bed and tickled her mercilessly.

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Blaise could hear Hermione's laughter and her half-hearted attempts to stop the tickling. He could hear as the laughter turned to silence, the silence turned to moans and the moans turned to screams of pleasure.

He could not stand to think of his Hermione and Draco going at it, but he didn't have to imagine it, it was happening as he sat here, looking into the fire and wallowing.

He had wanted her for years now; he wanted her more than anything. He was going to have her, one way or another. Willingly or by force did not matter, but she would be his. Not Draco's.

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Draco smiled as Hermione fell apart underneath him. He really hadn't been planning on seducing Hermione again, but after the whole thing with Blaise, he had to show Hermione that it was him that she belonged to. He had forgone the silencing spells on purpose, hoping that Blaise would hear Hermione scream out "Draco" to show that she would never yell out "Blaise."

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The war between the two Slytherins was on…

A/N: Duh Duh Duh Dum…