Title: Distracted (2/?)

Author: granger2malfoy

Pairing: Blaise/Hermione

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: This is a continuation to my response to last week's Drabble Challenge. I consider the stuff in this chapter to be confessions. I will be continuing this story and adding to each with correspondence with the new challenge. But staying with the pairing: B/Hr.

Summary: Hermione Granger, the know-it-all of Gryffindor, and Blaise Zabini, the quiet Slytherin, have much in common but must go through many barriers to see each other for what they really are.

Chapter Two

The tip of Blaise's quill tapped the side of his cheek as he waited for the rest of the class to finish the last equation. No, that wasn't entirely true. Herm-Granger was also done. He dropped his head almost noiselessly to his desk to hit it once in frustration. Hermione Granger had become the only female on his mind for the last three years. During the summer holiday, he had made a promise to himself to get her to notice him. Well, if that means her falling on her face when she tripped over his legs at the library, then so be it.

There was something about her that changed him whenever she was around. She made his shy. Now, quiet and shy are two very different things. But his best friend, Millie, was determined to get him that charming self he used on any one else during their conversations. Of course, Millie thought it was funny the way he went shy around her and found nothing to say when she would be near enough to hold a conversation with. Yet, when he was with his few 'trusted' friends, Blaise rarely held back speaking what was on his mind. All he needed was a conversation with the Head Girl to show that he was no Hufflepuff but intelligent, charming, nice, and cunning when the occasion called for it. Just one conversation and he knew he could get her to really notice him.

After a minute or so, he raised his head and saw she had turned around from the seat in front of him and staring at him. She raised a questioning eye-brow and then smiled at him brightly before she faced forward once again. Blaise was about to drop his head down again when he noticed she held a small, folded piece of paper behind her back. As he looked over to make sure no one was looking, he leaned forward to take the note out of her hand.

With the paper safely in his lap below the edge of the desk, he unfolded it and read:

You have a smudge of ink on your forehead just above your nose.

Now, he really wanted to hit himself again for looking foolish in her eyes. After a little lick of his finger, he rubbed the indicated spot to vanish the offending mark. Then he wrote on the small piece of paper I was going for a new look. Z.

Quietly, leaned forwarded and dropped it on her seat next to her. Most two-student desks were only filled with one person because the so few students in the Advanced Ancient Runes class. Only her arm moved as she picked up the paper.

The sound of the quill started and stopped as she stretched back to drop the note on his desk, but gave a nice view of her chest at the same time. The note read:

Yes, I am sure the ink-strained look is in this year. I'll make sure I tell Lavender about it, if she doesn't know already. G.

No, it is not call Ink-strained look. The new look is called The Brains and Still-sexy look. wink Z.

I see. And here I thought it was The Messy and Pathetic look. G.

No, that's Goyle's look… if you can even call it that. Not, all of us can pull of that Perfect

Know-it-all look you've got going. But I say you do it well. Z.

I do NOT know it all and am not perfect. G.

Name one imperfection. Z.

My hair for one. G.

I think curly is nice. Try again. Z.

It's not curly, it's frizzy. I am a perfectionist.

The brightest people in the world usually are. As long as you don't apply it to EVERY thing that you do, that can be a good trait. Next! Z.

I think I do take it too far at times. I can't fly. G.

Flying can be learned, if having proper motivation and teacher. And still would not be a fault. Any more? Z.

I am not like other girl's that spending there time comparing beauty tips and gossip. G.

I would consider gossip a fault. Plus, you don't need any beauty tips. Can you do any better than that? Z.

Don't need beauty tips, you're funny. I've been told I talk in my sleep. G.

You are very pretty, no stop saying that stuff. Anyways, talking in sleep can only be bad if you say a name different that the person sharing your bed. Z.

Well, that's never happened and doubts it ever will. G.

That's a good thing. It would make very awkward conversation the next morning. Z.

Yes, that's true. But my love life can be considered imperfect. G.

Just because you are not seeing any one? Or because you are not interested in someone? Or are you the girl who is having the sordid affair with Snape? Z.

Ew! I hardly have what any one would consider a life… but I am interested in someone.

G.

Any one I know? B.

Of course, that was the point that the professor called for all work to be turned in. Blaise grumbled as he saw her made their note vanish. That would be the end on their first conversation.