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, again, to all those that reviewed. By the way, this is my favorite chapter so far. It is also vital to the story. Do enjoy. And, also, thank you to all of my devoted reviewers- you guys make my day. I'd also like to ask if anyone would want to be a staff on my C2 Community. It is best all around romance fanfiction for Harry Potter. If you don't want to staff, subscribe. I read some good stuff; stuff I'm sure you would enjoy if you enjoy my story.

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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 Four: A Magical Perfection

Blaise

She was crying for reasons unknown to him, but he still couldn't help but feel a small sense of anger towards the factor that had made her feel this way, and that other small sense that made him feel so sympathetic. She was long in answering, and when she finally did, it was a choked "no."

He felt as though just hearing her reply lifted his damp spirits. It was odd. He couldn't like her- could he? But he was attracted to her- even when she was crying and her face was red and puffy, she was so beautiful it made him squirm.

Blaise had no idea when or why he started crying. All he knew that he was. Yet oddly enough, he didn't bother to wipe away his own tears, instead he let them sink down his own cheeks, and then he felt his hand wiping away hers.

At the first contact to her cheek, he felt as though a little spark of lightning had went up from her cheek through his finger and up his arm. It scared him, but he realized later he liked it.

Blaise was supposed to be tough. Strong. Unable to be jolted by emotions. Yet here he was, crying for a girl who he barely knew, yet felt like he cared about so much. Just seeing her in so much pain ached him. He wished he could drain it all away. He had reached a bump in his life- a dead end; one might say- with his father and the pressure of becoming a Death Eater. But his decision was made.

He couldn't quite recall what made him decide to hold her hand, but it just happened. It felt as though he was under the Imperious Curse (which he had been under more than a few times in his short life) and a voice somewhere inside of him wanted him to touch her, to hold her hand. And he did. What surprised him was she didn't seem to want to let go. Did she care? She was a muggle-born, and proud. Where did all that go?

Hermione

He had brushed her tears away. He was holding her hand.

That didn't surprise her- everyone knew about Blaise Zabini's many girlfriends. But why was he hitting on her? He was a pureblood, she a muggle-born.

What surprised her the most was the fact that she liked it. She felt warmer, despite the heavy rain, and safer- more secure. Then there was also a feeling she couldn't put her finger on… It was perfection. Her hand and his- they molded together perfectly. Hermione realized he was the one- she had never felt this way before. Not with any boy. There was chemistry. There was magic. It was a magic no wizard or witch could ever conjure; magic so perfect it was not and could not be manmade. It was the magic of love.

Magic she had never experienced before yet was able to recognize the moment it hit her square in the face, or, in this case, held her hand, right where she could see it.

She wondered if he could feel it too.

Suppose he didn't, though? Suppose he thought she was the most disgusting, awful thing in the world? Suppose he was just here on a dare? Had someone seen her? She looked up at the castle… Maybe someone was using a binocularis charm- she'd seen it used before, in fact, she often used it at Quidditch games to watch Harry and Ron zip around the field.

The fact that there was a possibility for him being the one made her cry even harder.

Blaise began to talk. Hermione listened to his voice- his soft, romantic voice, and the sound of the rain.

Did he love the rain as much as she did? She'd seen him before- he usually staked out in the gardens during rainfalls.

Where had he been hiding?

"My father," he began softly. That was when Hermione realized he was crying. Was she that pitiful? She didn't want to be pitiful. She quickly tried to stop crying. Blaise obviously noticed her discomfort, for he tried to pull his hand away, but Hermione wouldn't let go. Perfection shouldn't be muddled with. "His name is Jorge Zabini. You may have heard of him before… He's a Death Eater, wanted for several murders, use of the Imperious Curse, and just for being so bad. He'd be Voldemort's right hand man if it wasn't for Lucius Malfoy." Hermione jumped at how casually he said the name. Sure, she said it, all the time, but only she, Harry, some in the Order, and Dumbledore ever had said it in her presence. "But I hate him. I hate him and I hate Voldemort. I hate all of them. And Dad wants me to be a Death Eater when I turn 17 in three weeks… But I won't. I hate their ways. Voldemort isn't worth the dirt on my shoe!" he was yelling, He was angry. But Hermione stayed still, shocked at what he had to say. It made her realize how small her problem was compared to his- in fact, compared to his; hers wasn't a problem at all. She ached for him, just as he did for her.

"My mother loves him. She loves me too, or so she says. She's just as evil as him, if not even more. She was the one who wanted me to become a Death Eater so early. Dad wanted to wait till after Hogwarts, because of Dumbledore, but Mum… She just wants me to grow up. She wants me to be as evil as her. But I will never be as evil as her. I hate her." Blaise's eyes were on fire, and Hermione felt her hand slipping away. Tears fell from her eyes at a freefalling rate. She slid off the rock and gave him a hug.

"I'm here for you," she whispered as she pulled away before running back to Hogwarts. She had found her perfection. She had found the one.

But why Blaise Zabini? Why him?

Why was he in Slytherin if he didn't believe in their ways?

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