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. I'd also like to invite everyone to become a staff or subscriber to my c2 community, Best All Around Romance Fanfiction for Harry Potter.

Kristen36: Thank you! I love reviews like this. I know, poor Hermione. I seem to have written this fic not to her benefit, but, unfortunately, it'll get worse. Much worse. I will do my best to make chapters longer, but there will be as much to 20 chapters for this fic, at least 15, I know that.

Kichou: I know! Ron is never my favorite character in fanfiction. He's fine in the books, but in fanfiction… yuck. I swear, if I had the power, I wouldn't let anyone pair him up with Hermione or anyone! He should be an old bachelor, doomed to a life by himself.

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Athena: Hey. I know! I love romance… I'm glad you liked it. I made up a lot of the spell incantations, but the terms can be confusing. You'd probably enjoy the books- a lot of adults like Harry Potter. I love you and have a great day!

(Athena's my step mom. She's currently stationed in Iraq)

And, again, be sure to take note of the names in bold. That is very important to the story.

Ship: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger

Genre: Romance/Drama

Chapter Five: Worried Kiss

Hermione

Hermione didn't feel like talking to anyone. So she didn't.

And that was what it was like for a week. At first, Ginny seemed concerned, but Hermione told her it was nothing- just her time of month, and Ginny understood. Hermione hated herself for lying, but she couldn't do it. Not after what had happened with Blaise… Speaking of Blaise…

She didn't talk to him either.

And it wasn't like she didn't want to. She wanted to every day of the week. But she was a muggle-born, and he a pureblood. Plus, she didn't want people to know. She was...embarrassed. And she especially didn't want Ron to know. He couldn't know. He would be so angry.

But she worried about Blaise, and every single day she found herself more attracted to him, until she finally realized…

Until she finally realized she'd fallen in love.

So that's what she did- bided her time until the week ended, and it was Saturday, and it began to rain…

Blaise

Drake was concerned. He knew he was without Draco having to say anything. That's how Draco was- all of his emotions were revealed through his eyes, you just had to know him well enough to decipher his emotions. That's what Blaise was like. He was a people person. Only, this week he wasn't,

And, unlike Hermione, making up an excuse wasn't so easy.

Draco finally asked him Wednesday morning as Blaise got dressed in his uniform. Unlike his best friend who ironed his clothes and was as painstakingly trim as a cat, Blaise never worried if his shirt was a bit wrinkled, his tie wasn't straight, or his shirt wasn't tucked in evenly. He was very laid back, and more comfortable in his own skin then anything else.

"Blaise, you alright?" Draco had asked him that morning as Blaise pulled on his shorts and ran his fingers through his hair that always laid flat, when he'd rather it be everywhere (although Blaise was never one to be jealous, there was one thing he did envy- Potty-Head's hair).

"Yeah," No.

"You sure? You seem a little quiet lately. Even Pansy's worried." Draco prodded. "And whenever she's worried you know something is very wrong."

"Pansy's only worried about me because she's in love with me," Blaise continued. "Okay, I admit it, I am a bit nervous about my birthday and that potions test coming up." Actually, I think I'm falling in love with a muggle-born, who you think is a sniveling twit. I'm great at potions, so that test doesn't worry me, and I'm definitely not worried about turning seventeen- just very hesitant to get the dark mark.

"What, that? Come on, Blaise, you'll do fine. And you're birthday? Man, you're lucky. I can't wait till I'm old enough to get the dark mark," Draco replied as he sprayed on cologne. Blaise winced. Draco was nice enough, but, like his idiot of a father, he couldn't wait to be a Death Eater. Blaise hoped he could figure out a way to persuade him not to turn to the dark side.

But Blaise knew he was falling in love with Hermione Granger. How could he not? She was beautiful, so sweet, and she loved the rain as much as he did, he could see it in her eyes, her beautiful deep brown eyes.

He wanted to talk to her. But he couldn't. He was too nervous. All that week he waited, until, finally, on that next Saturday, the clouds finally opened up and the rain fell…

Ginny

"Harry," Ginny said softly, approaching her heartthrob cautiously. He was sitting before the common room in Gryffindor Tower. They were alone. It was late, and the only light was from the fire. "Harry, I'm worried." She told him, sitting down next to him. Harry looked up at her.

"Whatdaya mean? About who-what?" he asked her, sliding his arm around her shoulders. Ginny knew they were good friends. If only they could be more…

"About Hermione. She hasn't talked to anyone, and when I asked her, well, she gave me a crummy excuse, considering I know it's at the end of the month, not the beginning."

"Ginny, dear, what are you talking about?" Harry asked her, raising an eyebrow. Ginny nearly melted. Man, she loved that guy.

"Hermione. She's my best friend, but something is wrong with her… I don't know if it's good or bad." Ginny replied.

"She's my best friend, too, Gin, but I'm sure she's okay."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Harry, this is why you're not a girl. There is something wrong. A blind person could see that… No, could it possibly be?" Ginny wondered aloud.

"What?" Harry prodded.

"I saw her, you know," Ginny told him. "I saw her last weekend at the lake. She was just sitting on a boulder in the rain. I had to use the binocularis charm, but I could see her. Then that Slytherin named Zabini showed up and sat with her, and they were holding hands! I mean, come on. And she thinks nobody knows!"

Suddenly Ginny realized just how close she was sitting next to her crush. She could see his thin scar through his bangs, the flecks of brown in his bright green eyes. And it just happened.

They kissed.

It was a wonderful kiss, but not to soft or too hard. Ginny finally felt alive, as if she'd lived all her life in darkness, and was now finally coming to the light.

"Harry," Ginny begged her new boyfriend as they pulled apart for breath. "Don't tell Ron."

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