Rain

By forbiddenlight

Disclaimer: All situations, characters, and sayings below are either owned by J.K. Rowling, myself, or another source if noted at the end of the chapter.

A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed. And, also, this is my shortest chapter so far. Please bear with me. It has to be here. There's no other way, or this story wouldn't make much sense. I'm trying to tell this story from two different points of view, and doing my best to juggle it. Please, though, don't hesitate to review. Also, I'd just like to say this story is going to have more than 15 chapters! Yeah, my longest ever!

ShadowFairy101: I try. Thank you for reviewing. Sorry, though. You won't find out Hermione's answer in this chapter. :)

Silent Tragedy: I totally agree with you. If only there were more guys like that in my class. :) Thank you, though. I'm glad you enjoy my story so far. But don't worry, there's a lot more to come, and this story has a twist…

caligurleyx: I'm glad you like it. I completely understand. This one was going to be a Hermione/Draco fanfic, but I realized I had read about 15,000 of those (well, at least, that's what it felt like), so I switched it to Blaise. But I like Blaise better, because I got to start from scratch with his character, with only a name and a house. Did you like the Draco/Cho couple thing? At first, it was going to be Draco/Ginny for that, but I changed my mind. Ginny has her eyes on somebody else, but you'll find out who later.

Please take note of the names in bold. They are there to make sure there is no confusion.

Ship: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger

Genre: Romance/Drama

Chapter Three: Rip Up, Disintegrate, and Liquefy

Hermione

"Take this!" she screamed, flashing hexes at the many pieces of paper, pictures, and small memoirs laid out in rows on the floor. She was currently using every hex she could think of to blow them apart. "Jeudemor! Heliovuber! Take that!"

They were little things that reminded her of Ron.

This ritual always happened after Hermione got dumped. She would usually spend the day locked up in her room (this time, her dorm) and rip up, disintegrate, liquefy, etcetera- anything that reminded her of that past relationship, only leaving if she really felt it necessary.

She was so angry, so mad! Thousands of volts of rage and frustration channeled through her body. She had never felt so livid in her life. But she was crying too. Not only was she sad, but also she was upset. Hurt. He had been so reckless with their relationship- so at ease when he suggested they should just throw it all away.

"You can rot in Hell for all I care!" she shouted at his picture before blasting a curse at it. She had been like this all morning, angry, mad, sad, and hurt at the same time. For Hermione, this was not good. She was the kind of person who bottled up her feelings. The kind of person who never shared her thoughts.

"I can't believe you, you twerp! You hurt me so bad! You deserve any little piece of pain I can muster!"

Suddenly she fell to the floor in a lump, crying tears she never knew she had. He had practically disowned her. She hated him for that. She hated him for making her cry.

It was at least four o'clock when she finally realized that her roommates would be returning soon, and she definitely didn't want Lavender and Parvati seeing her like this. "Scourgify!" she replied softly, picking up her mess. The bits of papers and the remnants from her spells immediately disappeared, and the dorm was clean once again.

She was wearing a camisole and a pair of jeans, but she only scrubbed her face and threw on a cloak the moment she peered outside the window and realized it was pouring. Ah, rain.

She wasn't wearing shoes, but at the moment she didn't care.

She pulled her cloak tight around her body and was able to mix in with the crowds so no one would realize that she didn't go to class or was wearing her pj's. Finally she reached the front hall, and was able to sneak out the doors into the wind and the rain, not even caring that she was completely and utterly wet the moment she stepped into the downpour's path.

It was darker than it had been the night before, but Hermione still went to that boulder, and sat down upon it, thinking about her idiotic ex and her worthless attempts to have a relationship.

It's not fair at all, is it? She asked herself. No, it is not. It's not fair one little bit. I do my best to love Ron, and I am the best girlfriend to him I can be, but he still breaks up with me! What is it? What have I done? No, it wasn't me; it was his fault. That idiotic fool… His entire fault, never mine- nope, never, ever mine. He was never a good boyfriend to begin with. I should have seen the signs…

It was past an hour now. Hermione was drenched, and cold. She was angry with herself for not wearing shoes. She had finally decided it was time to go inside when she saw someone- someone, a very jaunty, hesitate someone, watching her.

It was the notorious, raven-haired, silver-eyed Blaise Zabini. Hermione blushed. Suppose he saw her like this? But why did she care? He was a Slytherin for goodness sakes! He was going to be a Death Eater when he grew up. Pay no mind to him, she told herself. Simply pretend he isn't there.

But I can't leave now! She argued back. And she couldn't. She would have to walk right past him. Bending her head, she went right on crying. Pretending he was not even there.

But he was there. And he walked up to her and sat down next to her.

And he asked her a question. A question she never expected him of all people to ask.

"Hermione? Are you okay?"

forbiddenlight