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, Hogwart's Romantic Library ( I know, I know, I changed the title). This chapter is a bit longer.

And, again, be sure to take note of the names in bold. That is very important to the story. It will also keep you out of any confusion…

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Ship: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger

Genre: Romance/Drama

Chapter Six: Questions & Their Answers

Ron

"Hermione?" Ron called, walking down the long rows of shelves in the library. "Hermione? Look, I-I need to talk to you, okay? Please?"

Either she was ignoring him, or she simply wasn't there.

Ron was tired of it. It was Saturday, and Hermione hadn't spoken to him since their argument. He felt terrible. He still loved her, and he wanted to go back out with her. But he couldn't find her. All he wanted to do was kiss and make up.

He headed to Gryffindor Tower, and, from prior failures, decided just to yell up the stairs that lead to the girls' side of the tower. She ignored him again.

Ginny and Harry were sitting on the couch doing homework.

"Ginny," Ron asked his sister. "Do you know where Herm is? I need to find her!"

Ginny closed her eyes. Then she opened them. "Ron, why do you need to find her?" suddenly her eyes lit up. "You still like her, don't you?"

Ron blushed, but didn't answer.

"Ron, it's raining. Even someone as thick as you should know that Hermione always disappears when it rains. No offense, though." Ginny pointed out.

"None taken," Ron told her. Suddenly he knew where Hermione was. "Bye!" he cried, running out the Portrait Hole and heading to the grounds, Ginny rolling her eyes at his sudden departure.

Blaise

"Hey, same idea?" Blaise greeted Hermione as they sat down together by the boulder. Hermione laughed, running her fingers through her damp brown hair.

I love it when you laugh.

"Blaise, I have a question," Hermione said to him. Blaise sat down next to her. "I'm all ears."

"Why did you come to me last week? Why did you- did you hold my hand?" she asked him, the rhythm of the rain interrupting her question

Blaise blushed. I really enjoyed that… "Well, you were upset, you needed it."

She met his eyes. He thought she had beautiful eyes. Like saucers of melted chocolate. "Blaise, I'm a Gryffindor- and a muggle-born. You're a pureblood, along with a Slytherin. People like you don't make friends with me. So why? And why are you A Slytherin if you don't believe in their ways?"

Blaise closed his eyes. "I should start from the beginning…"

Draco

"Pansy, there is something wrong with Blaise. He's different. I don't think he wants to turn seventeen." He complained to his second best friend. Pansy looked up from her charms essay on the Binocularis Charm.

"Why wouldn't he want to turn seventeen? He's a Slytherin for Pete's Sake! All Slytherins want to turn seventeen so they can get the dark mark. Isn't his mother coming here on the eighth or ninth or something to get him the dark mark? I don't see why he shouldn't be happy… I'm excited!" Pansy told him from her seat before jotting down some more facts about the charm onto a length of parchment.

"That's the thing," Draco began. "I don't think he wants to get the dark mark. I think our friend Blaise isn't telling us something that he should be. I don't think he likes the Dark Lord or Death Eaters. Maybe he wants to be like that blinded fool of an oaf Dumbledore."

Pansy looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "I'm sure it's not that bad. Blaise is Jorge Zabini's son! Of course he's going to be on the dark side. Why wouldn't he?"

"I don't know. Here, come on, let's…" Draco motioned to the dungeons leading to the boys' dormitory.

"We are not going to look through his stuff!" Pansy yelled at him, standing up. Several others in the common room looked at them oddly. "Draco," she lowered her voice down considerably as she neared him. "We can not and will not look through his things."

"Ah, come on, Pansy," Draco prodded her. "What's it going to hurt? He has a journal, doesn't he? He always writes in it before he goes to bed. Come on, we won't be up there for long." And, he added, with a grin, "We might be able to find out if he likes you or not!"

Pansy's face lit up. She wasn't able to suppress a smile. "Oh, alright. But let's hurry. I don't want to stay up there too long."

They headed through the dungeons and reached the sixth year boys' dorm. Draco opened the door cautiously; making sure no one was inside. When he was satisfied, he allowed Pansy to step in. "Don't want any rumors…" He told her softly. She nodded.

"Here, I think he keeps it over here somewhere…" Draco opened a drawer in Blaise's bedside table. "Aha!" he cried, like a magician figuring out his newest trick. "Over here, Pansy!"

Draco handed the bottled green leather bound book to Pansy. She smiled. And attempted to open it to no avail.

"Damn…" she muttered, pulling out her wand, muttering the Unlocking Charm. "Pliouveris!" she whispered, tapping the journal. It burst open.

"Let's see…" she thumbed through a few pages and finally reached the date she wanted- September 29th.

"Journal-

"Today it was raining, so I headed out to the gardens. I love the rain. It's definitely the best… Ugh, Draco keeps describing his afternoon with Millicent. That is so sick. I like Mill, and I like Drake, just not together, you know? I swear, he is so annoying! Well, good night. I need to perform a Muting Charm on Drake.

"Blaise"

"Ugh," Draco said madly. "That's why he did that… I'll kill him!"

"Shut up, Draco, we'll do the next day."

"Journal-

"I… I think I'm falling in love.

"Okay, okay, never meant to scare you, but I think I am"- at this Pansy's eyes lit up and she began to read faster- "in love… And it's not the person I thought it would be… It's not Millicent Bulstrode. It's Hermione Granger."

"Your turn, Drake. I'm leaving," Pansy yelled angrily at her friend, tears rolling down her face. "And I thought he loved me!" she ran out of the hall in tears.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"It was raining again, so I went outside to the gardens, where Drake and Cho were kissing. Drake promised me not to tell, as he's been dating her since, well, since end of last year. Which is funny, because he was just telling us horrifying (well, at least to me) details about his make out with Milly. Can't believe him. Guess Slytherin's prince is a player…

"No, really, he's my best friend, but, although I've had a lot of girlfriends, I'd never cheat on her like that!

"But I told Hermione my secret. Normally, I'd be worried that she'd tell, but she's different than most girls. She's beautiful, too… But I told her how I hated Lord Voldemort. How I can't stand my father. How I wish Draco wouldn't be a death eater. How I loathe anybody who enjoys killing…How I do not want to be evil...

"I just hope she never asks why…

"Blaise"

Draco realized there was footsteps thudding down the hall. He quickly spelled the journal shut and tossed it in the drawer, closing it quickly. The person walking down the hall went right past the door.

"I can't believe he doesn't want to be evil…"

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