Rain

By forbiddenlight

Disclaimer: Let me say this: if I owned Harry Potter, would I really even be here? I'd be enjoying my spoils. Enough said.

A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed! Man, 5 reviews and I just posted it! You guys are awesome! Also, please check out my c2 archive, Hogwarts Romantic Fiction and see if it's right for you! (Okay, that was extremely hokey)

Hi, you guys! Last chapter was rushed, but it really couldn't be any other way so I do apologize. For those of you who are not sure why Blaise couldn't just right out and tell his mum and dad that he didn't want to be a death eater, you should find out in this chapter. I also wanted to say that we are now getting into the actual plot. ). Enjoy.

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Also, please be aware of the names in bold. They are vital to the story.

Genre: Drama/Romance

Ship: Hermione/Blaise

Chapter Fifteen: Predictions & Fate

Ron

Pansy ran past him. Ron looked at her oddly. Was she crying?

"Pansy!" he called after her. She slowed down and turned around. There was mascara running down her cheeks and her hair was messed up, but Ron felt a definite jump of his heart when she acknowledged his call.

No, he loved Hermione… Not Pansy…

"Oh, Ron," Pansy sobbed, running over to him and throwing her arms around his neck. "Oh, oh, Ron! I just saw Blaise, he was leaving with his mum to get the Dark Mark and I yelled at him! I yelled at him! Oh, Ron!"

As much as he hated other people crying, specifically women, Ron couldn't help but be pleased with what was going on right here. "Pansy," he told her softly. "Pansy, why- why do you love Blaise?"

Pansy's cries mellowed. She locked her green eyes with his brown ones. "I don't know… I guess I never thought of that…"

Ron lowered his eyes away from her penetrating gaze. It was as though, when she looked at him through his eyes, he was exposed. Naked. Every little thing inside him was in the light, and there was nowhere to hide.

He swallowed nervously as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. "I love-someone- because she is beautiful. Because not only is her body beautiful, but her soul is too. Because she is not afraid to be herself and be loud and proud about whom she is. I love her because she is my friend, although I wouldn't mind being more."

Pansy lowered her eyes to her shoes as Ron lifted his. "Hermione, huh, Ron?" she asked him, a waver in her voice.

"No, Pansy," Ron replied as he lifted Pansy's chin. "You."

Pansy smiled. Ron grinned. And they kissed.

Blaise

He walked up onto the grounds. He needed to think and to be alone.

There were many reasons why Blaise knew he couldn't tell his parents about his choice. It had been expected of him to follow Voldemort since before he as born. Surely his mother would be mad. He had no idea what he should do.

She was so mad.

Should he tell Hermione?

Janetta

She apparated home as soon as she reached Hogsmeade.

"Jorge! Jorge! You get down here now!" she screamed for her husband as she ordered a house elf named Kinsey to make her a cup of tea. She was shaking terribly.

"What is it, Janetta?" Jorge demanded as he entered the room in a red housecoat.

"It's our son," she murmured, shaking even more.

"Ah, Blaise? Where is he?" Jorge asked her, searching the room with his eyes.

"Blaise," she began, her voice wavering. "Is not here. He refused to come home and become a Death Eater!"

Jorge turned to face her. "WHAT!" he shouted.

Kinsey entered the room trembling, a teapot and two cups in her ancient hands. "Mistress Zabini!" she called.

Kinsey handed the tea to Janetta and she poured herself a glass. She could not believe her son refused to be a death eater.

"What! I cannot believe it! We have raised him to become a death eater! Did you find out why?" Jorge demanded.

Janetta was crying. She closed her eyes, and then opened them wearily. "Yes. He's dating a mudblood named Hermione Granger. Apparently she convinced him to follow that fool Dumbledore."

"Dammit!" Jorge shouted. "I'm going to get dressed. I have to do some errands. Stay here. Do not leave the manor. Do not contact our son or this Hermione Granger!"

And with that Jorge apparated. Janetta began sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh Blaise! Why?"

Hermione

She had been sitting on her bed, finishing her charms homework and feeling awful about Blaise when she glanced out the window and saw a person walking around the grounds. Although the figure was hard to see from so far up, Hermione knew it was Blaise by how he walked.

As she ran out of the portrait hole and headed to the grounds, the sky opened up and rain poured from the heavens.

"Blaise!" She yelled as she ran toward him, already completely soaked. "Blaise! It's me! Oh, Blaise! What happened!" she ran up to him and he turned around. They embraced. Hermione noticed Blaise was crying.

"Oh, Blaise… Why are you still here?" she asked him. Blaise looked at the ground.

"Pansy Parkinson told them that I didn't want to go… That you made me not want to be a Death Eater… I tried to tell my mother the truth, but she wouldn't listen… Now she thinks it's you who's to be blamed…"

Hermione stepped away from him. "But what does that mean?" her voice cracked and wavered. She was shaking.

"It means my mother will tell my father. My father will tell Voldemort. And Voldemort will order you to be killed…" Blaise took a moment to realize what he was saying.

"No," Hermione whispered as her body was taken over by silent tears. "No…"

Blaise hugged her. "Hermione, I am so sorry… We will fight Voldemort… I will not let them kill you…"

Hermione didn't know what to think. At least she felt safe inside his arms.

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