A/N: I am so sorry but I got totally distracted and I'm just sorry because I'm busy. I'll get this up as soon as possible but that looks like the end of today because Saturdays are busy.
No! No! No!
'Thump' Blaise had fainted.
Hermione rushed to his side and started to fan him with her hands. She started apologizing for everything, and tears started streaming out of her eyes and falling on his chest. She gave up and buried her face in her hands. She knew this was all her fault and that now Blaise had been dragged in because of her. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her arm, and she gasped. Looking up she saw Blaise looking concerned and confused. She gave him a watery smile before crying all over again because she was so happy he was awake.
Blaise sat up and pulled her on to his lap and he started rocking her back and forth, trying to stop the flood of tears coming from Hermione's eyes. He hated it when girls cried, he never knew what to do, except now. He just went on instinct and it seemed to work, she was calming down. When she fell silent Blaise let his grip on her slacken enough so that he could see her face. She was totally emotionally wasted, she had fallen asleep. He slid her in between the sheets of the bed and with a kiss on her forehead, he left the room to check on the three abominations and to write a letter.
The three babies were being tended to so Blaise went into the study they had ignored almost completely and started writing Dumbledore's letter and 'contract.' He finished in a little under an hour and sent it off with the owl he found waiting by the window. He went to go make an early lunch because his lack of breakfast.
When he got to the kitchen he saw the last person he expected to be there…his father. His father had a knifepoint down on the table and was twirling it around. When he heard someone entered it was out of his hand and in the wall about six inches from Blaise's head which knew of his father's 'hobby' of knife throwing and had moved out of the way. His father smirked up at him.
"Never was fast enough to get you, son." He slurred the last word as if it pained him to admit it.
"But you've tried enough," Blaise said as he sat with a sigh, "why are you here?" He asked with a tired face.
"I saw how much you cared about that filthy wench and knew I had to come to stop this," he said and if on cue Hermione screamed. Blaise looked up and then back at his father to find a wand three inches from his face. "Why don't you have a seat, boy."
"What are you doing to her?" Blaise demanded as he sat from the position of two inches off his seat.
"Fixing your infatuation with her." He said. They were silent as they heard murmurs of spells being shot and smashing into things. They heard bodies falling to the floor and five minutes later, silence. "Guess that's done." He said, breaking the silence. Blaise glared at the man in front of him. His father. The man who was supposed to love him and care for him unconditionally. His life was a joke. Then, past his father, he saw her. She had jumped from the window and had landed on hands and feet on the grass. The landing was almost silent. He squinted to see her better and saw blood and cuts all over. Her clothes were ripped in several places and barely covered what was needed.
"How many death eaters did you send after her?" Blaise said blankly.
"Ten were sent but I have no idea how many showed up." He said.
"Try sending twenty next time, and you could always count the bodies that are upstairs to figure out how many showed up." Blaise said with a smirk.
"How do you know she won?" He said, glaring.
"She just jumped out of the window and I saw her through the window that's behind you." Blaise said truthfully. Snap Just like expected, his father tried to control his anger but squeezed his wand a little too tight. Blaise then whipped his wand out and knocked him unconscious with a spell. Hermione strode in with her wand out and a huge smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around Blaise's stomach.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked. Blaise laughed at her and pulled away to find that he was bloody. He looked to see Hermione was still bleeding.
"I'm not the one bleeding on everything. Are you okay?" Blaise asked suddenly concerned.
"I just fought twenty Death Eaters who should wake up tomorrow. Why wouldn't I be okay?" Hermione said laughing.
"You're bleeding everywhere, you didn't kill them and twenty? I thought it was ten." Blaise said.
"Well I'll go stop the bleeding, I'll tie them up and send them to Dumbledore." Hermione said as she headed towards the stairs. Blaise headed up and heard he shower running so he changed in his room, out of the bloody clothes and went to see the Death Eaters.
They were everywhere. They looked passed out and true to Hermione's word, there were twenty of them. Then he felt arms around his stomach. He turned to see Hermione in a tank top and pajama pants, without any cuts. She was beaming up at him, for the moment.
Suddenly, she doubled over in pain and was a ball on the floor. Blaise immediately dropped to his knees to find her fighting off tears and moaning in pain. She shooed him with a hand and whispered 'go' but he wouldn't leave her like this. Then it hit him. It was a spell. He looked around to find all of the Death Eaters passed out…or faking. Blaise looked and noticed all still had their wands so he looked a little closer, one was pointed directly at Hermione. He stupefied the figure and grabbed the wand. Blaise snapped he wand and saw Hermione getting up. Hermione smiled the saddest smile Blaise had ever seen. She lifted her wand that had fallen from her pocket to the floor, and started tying up the Death Eaters. She whistled and suddenly five huge hawks came and started tugging on ten of the men. The got them in their talons and she cast a lightening charm so they were as light as a feather. She whistled again at a different pitch and five huge barn owls came and waited for the charm before she said 'Dumbledore' and opened all the windows. Hermione closed them all and headed toward Blaise and wrapped her arms around him. She laid her head on Blaise's shoulder and let her muscles go lax as Blaise rubbed her back. Hermione heard Blaise's stomach grumble and she laughed before grabbing his hand and dragging him down to the kitchen while she giggled. She told him to sit down and be patient while she started to cook.
Hermione glanced over as she finished getting ingredients. She smiled at his sleeping figure. She whipped up a couple of sandwiches and shoved the cake in the oven. She waited while the cake cooked and cooled before frosting it and hiding it back in the now cool oven. She wiped the counters and with one last glance she woke Blaise and set the sandwiches that she had grabbed from the fridge on the table. Blaise looked up at the clock and his stomach demanded food when he saw it was time for dinner.
"Why did you let me sleep?" Blaise asked after swallowing the first bite. "This is good."
"It's a secret. But you can find out later. Oh, don't you dare try that look. I can get anyone to talk like that. I'm not going to fall for it," Hermione said as she laughed at Blaise's puppy dog eyes. "Besides, you needed it. Your body isn't use to the stress of fighting Death Eaters and finding out that the world is bigger than you thought." Hermione said.
"Like you are," Blaise said, losing his appetite. He just glared out the window. Hermione stood and walked over to him and turned his chair so his body faced her. He looked to the side and tried to ignore the fact that she was sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Hermione started crying. "Stop that," Blaise snapped as he tried to stand, only to get Hermione to wrap her arms around his neck. Blaise sighed. "I'm sorry." Blaise said gently. Hermione's sobs softened slightly but not much. Blaise scooped her up and carried her into his bedroom. He slid her in between the sheets and then climbed in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and mumbled a good night into her shoulder before drifting off. Hermione fell into a deep sleep a few minutes later.
The next morning Hermione woke up cold. Blaise wasn't there and she was freezing because of the lack of his body heat. She heard the shower turn off so she went into her room to get dressed. She came back and found that the door was ajar so she pushed it open to find Blaise with a towel low on his waist, digging through his nearly empty dresser. He turned when the door creaked. Hermione blushed slightly and was about to turn around to leave when Blaise called out to her. "I'm out of clothes." Hermione furrowed her brows and walked over to his dresser that did look practically empty. There were a couple of things but nothing that didn't have holes matched.
"Come with me and don't ask questions. What size are you?" Hermione said as she went to her room. Blaise followed and answered with a shrug. Hermione dug under her bed until she found a suitcase and then pulled it out. She flipped the lid to reveal guy's pants, shorts and shirts. Hermione flung a small top and medium shorts at him. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word. He came back in a few minutes later and stared at her.
"These are muggle clothes." He said simply. Hermione nodded and was leaving the room. "You expect me to wear muggle clothes?"
"Yes, no one besides me and you will see them and your clothes will be washed in about three hours. No big deal." Hermione said as she went into the bathroom and grabbed his hamper filled with dirty clothes. She started heading towards the stairs.
"So why do you have guy clothes Hermione?" Blaise asked smirking.
"I said no questions." Hermione said as she went into the laundry room. She poured detergent into the washing machine and was about to lift the lid to the hamper when Blaise stopped her.
"I can throw clothes into a machine. Go eat." Blaise said. Hermione shrugged and turned to leave until it hit her. He was a pureblood who knew how to work a washing machine. He doesn't want me to touch his dirty clothes; he hid something in the hamper and either way he knew how to work a muggle machine. Not even muggle males knew how to work
Washing machines until college. She froze just inside the door and spun around. She smiled a sly smile.
"Why do you know how to work a washing machine and what are you hiding from me in the hamper?"
"I'm a muggle-born and porn." Blaise said, rolling his eyes. "Nothing you need to know. Go!" Blaise said.
"Not until you tell me."
"These are Holister shorts, right?" Blaise asked.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Hermione asked as she started to stare until he shifted uncomfortably.
"The way they fit, they're-" he got cut off.
"When were you shopping in a muggle mall Blaise?" Hermione asked sternly.
"Summer, I lived with my muggle cousin for three months. The hamper was the only place I could hide my wand."
"But you're hiding something else now. What is it?" Hermione said with a smile.
"Muggle things, if you tell anyone I'll tell them you have guy clothes because…"
"I'm not a cross dresser. I saw that look. I happen to know tons of dumb guys who fall asleep on my couch, shower, and not have something to where. Harry and Ron use to raid that suitcase when they got bored."
"They've worn these?" Blaise asked disgusted.
"No, those are new." Hermione said, "What muggle things?"
"CD's and a player. Shoo!" Blaise said sighing. His secret was out.
"Awesome, what bands?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Oh, no, no, no. I'm not saying." Blaise responded.
"Come on, please?" Hermione said with puppy dog eyes and a pout.
"No. No. No."
"You know you want to tell me." Hermione whispered in to his ear.
"No! No! No! That's final!" Blaise said as he pushed her out of the room and closed the door. She would never know that he listened to…
A/N: Ha! You shall never know! If someone guesses the band or person I'm thinking of then I'll update twice next week. So review and guess! Hint: It's not like sixties or anything. It's made in this century. Try tuning into 101.1 FM or WRR. You can guess genre too. But you need five to guess the right genre for me to update on Tuesday! (or earlier!)