Rain
By forbiddenlight
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K., so why would I own anything of hers? This plot is my own though…
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, Hogwarts Romantic Library for Harry Potter. Now this chapter is going to be, I am sorry to say, extremely short. It was necessary, but very hard to write, so I will do my best to post chapter eight a.s.a.p.!LadySnake: You took the words right out of my mouth. But don't worry- Pansy isn't over him quite yet…
Kichou: That's a pretty good idea, but right now I do not believe he will become good.
Kristen36: The plot is certainly starting to thicken! But don't worry; this chapter will add a lot of thickness to the plot!
PrincessPotter: I like your penname. I'm glad you enjoyed the story so much. Chapter Seven was extremely hard to write, so I'm hoping you enjoy it.
Athena: Glad you loved it. Chapter seven, like I told PrincessPotter, was extremely hard to write. So hopefully you'll like it. The plot only gets better!
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…
Ship: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger
Genre: Romance/Drama
Chapter Seven: Watcher In The Shadows
Blaise
"I used to believe that muggle-borns were mistakes, that purebloods were better. Muggle-borns, as I had been taught, were a whole different species- and worth less than a mangy mutt. But in second year I realized the truth. When muggle-borns were being hunted down, and a pureblood had also been petrified, I realized there was no difference. That although a muggle-born and a pureblood have different lifestyles and their parents may or may not have magic, that person had magic. That person was a witch or wizard, like Draco and me are. But purebloods hating muggle-borns is the basis of evil for the Death Eaters, and if you don't hate muggle-borns, you're not going to be a Death Eater. Plus, a… Hey, who's that?" He asked, pointing over to the area in front of Hogwarts. A cloaked figure stood there, but Blaise couldn't recognize the person as he or she had his/her hood pulled far over his/her head. "I wonder…"
Blaise suddenly stopped talking. The figure was gone. He looked down at his right hand, which was intertwined with Hermione's left.
Hermione was staring at their hands too. She seemed to have a faraway expression on her face. Her hair was damp and dripping, but in Blaise's eyes she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Suddenly she smiled a small, shy smile and looked up into his eyes, matching his silver orbs into her brown ones.
Blaise could see it in her eyes. Such passion, such care, such comfort and love…
He leaned in and kissed her, cupping her cheek in his hand. It was a delightful kiss, but soft, and somewhat scared. Blaise, who had kissed many girls in his lifetime, had never had kissed a girl so good. He felt as if he was on fire. He loved Hermione. He knew it. And kissing her simply sealed his thoughts. The kiss was really wet, as it was raining. It was somewhat uncomfortable, but Blaise didn't care.
They broke apart; after all, Blaise told himself, they'd have to breathe some time. And Blaise smiled.
"Hermione, can I take you on a date?" Blaise asked her quietly, facing her and holding her hands in his.
Hermione smiled at him. "You can take me anywhere."
Ron
Ron hurried down the grand staircase and through the halls, until he reached the doors to enter and exit Hogwarts. It was raining- Ron hated the rain- so he pulled his cloak hood over his head and walked out, staring through the grey mist and the rain, looking around until…
He spotted them, at the lake.
Zabini seemed to be talking. Suddenly he looked right at Ron, and Ron shrinked back into the shadows. He watched as Zabini turned away and looked at Hermione, into her eyes. The rain continued to beat down, and it was giving Ron the creeps. He was also very cold. He hated the rain.
Suddenly he saw Zabini lean in and kiss Hermione. Ron gasped. No… They're not… in love. Hermione's mine- not his! I still love her! I wanted to ask her back out! I can't believe him! I'll kill him next chance I get!
And, with that, Ron ran back into Hogwarts, out of the rain he despised, to tell Harry and Ginny of his horrifying find…
forbiddenlight