Title: Distracted (1/?)
Author: granger2malfoy
Pairing: Blaise/Hermione
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This is my second response to the quiet ones weekly drabble challenge. I was trying to work on my Adrian/Hermione fic. But this plot bunny would not leave me alone. I hope you enjoyed it.
Chapter One
It was grey outside the large window in the Head Girl's room. At the desk, which was covered in rolled up parchments and various texts, Hermione sat there with a quill in her hand. Yet, it was not moving at its normal fast-speed and to be frank, the white tool was not moving at all. The young lady stared out at the gloomy sky as the low clouds slowly passed.
Her mind was not focused on the assignment at her fingertips or the weather outside her window. All of her thoughts were certain on a certain young man. True, daydreaming about boys was common place for teenage girls. But Hermione Granger has never been considered normal as in her character for being a girl. Most who knew of this young witch would state that this was abnormal behavior. Since the beginning of the school year, every-so slowly she would herself more and more being distracted by thought of a boy and a Slytherin, to boot.
Blaise Zabini with his dark curly hair and his to die for indigo eyes had finally caught her attention. Most of her fellow students either ignored him or was not even aware of his presence and that seemed to be the way he preferred it.
She, in fact, had never noticed the quiet Slytherin till she accidentally tripped over him in the library. The first morning back from the summer holiday, Hermione did as she had always done. She hit the library and she was reading out of a new book when she tripped over a pair of long legs at a bench in the middle of the large room full of books. The tall, almost lanky Slytherin sat with his back to the table and with his legs stretched out in front of him. Blaise had quickly placed the book next to him as he offered his apologies and helped her up.
That was what perked her curiosity. He, a Slytherin, did not call her foul names, criticize her for not looking, or ignored her like most from his house did. No, Zabini had helped her up, made a joke about her falling for him, and flashed her a charming smile before he took his book to check-out with librarian.
Frustrated with her thoughts that did no good, she mentally tried to pull herself back together and started on her Potions essay for the fifth time that afternoon. Hermione would not admit the feeling that had started to develop as she had watched and started to get to know the quiet Slytherin. Of course, she did not know that down in the dungeons there was a young man with curly, dark hair had the same problem concerning his thoughts of her and his assignments.