A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm sorry this is late but I've been freaking over BC. I did something stupid and someone noticed and I had to fix it. Well, I hope you like the chapter.
Finally Some Peace!
After they got home, they all went to bed, even though it was really, really early. They had one week of peace. They went to a picnic, got the triplets in the pool, spent a long time putting spells on clothes to make them grow with the quickly growing babies, (They're growing almost six times as fast as normal.) Blaise finally agreed to let Hermione invite the other two families over, Hermione let Blaise go out with Draco, the annoying house elf finally left, and they all had one very laid back day. Hermione was lying on the couch, thinking about how peaceful the past week had been.
"You okay?" Blaise asked as he sat down next to her head.
"Fine," Hermione laid her head on Blaise's lap, "Finally some peace! This has to be the most laid back week I've had in ages. No death eaters. That is a miracle for me."
"Don't say that, bad luck!" Blaise joked, Hermione swatted at him.
"You're so silly. Luck isn't real." Hermione said firmly.
"It is to those who believe." Blaise said. "Anyway, how do you know that I'm not a Death Eater? I could be slipping information out to my Master."
"First, you would know its Lord, second I saw your arm when we were swimming. I almost always check, I glanced out of habit. Never can be too careful." Hermione explained.
"You actually considered it! I'm so insulted!" Blaise said. Hermione smiled.
"You are best friends with the son of the Dark Lord's right hand man." Hermione said.
"That's what they all say…can you repeat th- never mind, I don't want to know." Blaise said.
"I think I'll head up to… did you hear that?" Hermione asked. She sat up quickly. Blaise shook his head.
"It's too quiet…way too quiet… Dementors. They're close, I can feel them." Hermione said.
"How can you feel them? I can't feel them. They probably just got into range of us. They probably have barely started taking away happiness. They could be a mile away! How can you feel them?" Blaise rambled.
"Not to be all rain cloud to your sun but, I don't have anywhere close to the number of happy memories as normal people. The bad out ways the good, big time." Hermione said. "Wow, am I always this depressing. Talk about putting a damper on moods, I must drench them. Stupid dementors are making me depressed. I want to wring their necks. That's so sad, someone dead and alive." Hermione was flashing back and forth between normal and sad.
"Hermione, you need to find them so you can stop scaring me." Blaise said quickly.
"I'm scary?" Hermione asked with a quivering lip. She then flashed back. "I need to take off a spell because it makes it stronger but I don't want you to see what I look like after I take it off. That's why I'm being affected. It multiplies the force by five and I have had a really sad life. You have to go somewhere else so you don't see!" Hermione said quickly. "Am so ugly! I have to use spells so people don't run away from me. I'm so shallow. I can't even use my real name. I'm going to go die!" Hermione said as if she was serious, then Blaise realized she was. "Blaise, why aren't you gone?" Hermione almost screamed. Blaise just ran. He turned and saw a flash of blue light. He heard Hermione sigh. She started muttering and there were numerous flashes of light.
"You can come down." Hermione said loudly. "I have a different spell on. Now I just can't… I'm diffrenltly not saying that."
"What was that, tell him the truth, oh wait can't trust him?" Blaise asked as he walked in on Hermione. She spun around.
"Good as new, right?" Hermione said with a smile. Blaise looked wide-eyed and spun her around. Right on the back of her neck was probably what you could call a scorch mark from hell. She wasn't kidding, she had been to the Dark Lord's prisons and she had been labeled. "Did I miss something?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"486? Does that ring a bell? What is this?" Blaise asked viciously.
"That would be my number." Hermione tried to joke, Blaise looked as if he was going to hurt her and she was scared. He was pacing very quickly back and forth. "The past has happened Blaise. That number, those weeks, that lifestyle, I chose it. I was asked to go under cover and cause a camp break. I was asked to save others lives and I accepted. I have chose to live with the consequences and I will have to make do with the choices I have made. This could have only been prevented if I truly cared about myself, but I don't, I care about those innocent victims. I want to be truly good and do more but you know I can't." Hermione said as tears threatened to fall. "I will never cry because of what the Voldermorte has done and I will not let him get away with others lives. Those sacrifices mean something, they mean other's lives, Blaise. I have saved thousands. If you think that number means Voldermorte is wicked then I can't stop you, but to me 486 means that I spent a few weeks in a cell to save… I think that was about five hundred people. Five hundred people Blaise. Five hundred lives I prevented him from taking. All I have is a stupid tattoo. I should be thankful, and I am!" Hermione stomped her foot and turned on heel. Blaise stood in shock. 'She was very touchy on that subject. I think she got a little emotional and mental scarring too.'
Hermione gulped down a potion and she was totally safe from the side effects of the crystal. She slipped it over her head and smiled sadly. 'I guess I got a little emotional. Stupid dementors.' Hermione thought. She then headed down stairs; she wasn't going to sleep with questions or guilt. She found Blaise sitting on a couch, staring at the ceiling.
"You'll get a crick in your neck by doing that." Hermione said as she sat down beside him. "I'm sorry, I was a little touchy and I usually aren't but when the dementors were taking away my happiness I saw a close friend in a camp, I never saved her from the emotional effects but she still has a pretty normal life. I lashed out on you because I was mad at Tom for causing someone I care about so much pain. I'm sorry, I should have had my emotions in check." Hermione was now staring at the cushion beside her. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Blaise smiling.
"It's my fault that I reacted that way though. I've never seen the camps, but I've seen the death and the emotional scarring they have caused so many. It just made me angry to think he could lock up so many innocent people, that he could lock up teenagers. That tattoo is years old, it has an old design, you had to be about twelve when you got it. Who locks up a twelve-year-old girl? It isn't right." Blaise said. Hermione smiled and hugged him.
"Well now let's not ever do this again, okay?" Hermione said.
"Why would we do it again? I've already seen the tattoo." Blaise said.
"Blaise…what part of 'starved and raped about three times a year for like two weeks each' do you not understand? This tattoo is one of many. I also have a few of my own… but those aren't important." Hermione said with a smile.
"How did you get to…" Blaise started.
"… the speech I gave you when you found out everything? I kinda told you then and thought maybe you forgot." Hermione said.
"Am I ever going to see why you won't let my see you without spells on?" Blaise asked slowly, almost confusing himself.
"No. Don't worry, only about ten death eaters and other starved people know and they know me by another identity." Hermione babbled.
"What if you got married, wouldn't you tell your husband?" Blaise asked.
"Depends, I've been engaged before, never planned on telling any of them. Except John, but that was the first time and I was young…"
"How many times have you been engaged?" Blaise asked concerned.
"Not very, five, many." Hermione said brightly.
"Five! You're only fifteen!" Blaise said.
"Well I was cheating on two of them and two were drunk and John was my special first who died not even a day later." Hermione explained. "Actually it all happened in the past year and all were under the impression I was twenty two. Makes since right?"
"Twenty two? You hardly could pull of eighteen!" Blaise said.
"Spells! They even thought you were smart. Blundering lunatics." Hermione mumbled.
"Who? What? Never mind. I'm going to bed before my head gets anymore… throbby. My life sucks- I feel dementors." Blaise said surprised. Hermione gave him a 'Duh!' look.
"They're headed straight for this house, no big deal, right? Did you do something wrong? Wow! That was bloody… bad thoughts, must be close. About five yards and counting. They're about, I don't know, twenty. You can handle about… how many?" Hermione asked.
"Five, I can handle five on a very good day. Put in that it's a very bad night and you're left with three. Three." Blaise calculated aloud.
"Good, I was hoping you knew how to stay alive. Think happy thoughts!" Hermione said happily.
"You say that like it's easy, I'm slipping." Blaise said. "I keep seeing dead friends and people and Death Ea-" Blaise started listing but was cut off by a passionate kiss from Hermione.
"Better?" Hermione asked cheerfully.
"Much. I can take about ten now." Blaise said enthusiastically.
"That's the spirit. I'd say thirty second until they come through the door." Hermione said. She counted down after five. "Four… three…two… one… open!" Hermione said, right on the dot. Hermione suddenly went silver and started walking towards them, scaring almost all of them away, Blaise screamed a spell and a silver snake appeared (true Slytherin) and scared off the few who dodged Hermione. Hermione became normal and Blaise fell onto the couch.
"That was fun, let's go make sure the babies are okay." Hermione said as she helped him up. The two walked up the stairs and saw three babies under a silver bubble, all sound asleep.
"Well it's nice to know that our weekly attack is over." Hermione said sarcastically.
"Very much so. I think I feel depressed. Seeing dead people does that to you." Blaise said.
"Well I think some chocolate is down stairs." Hermione said. Blaise shook his head.
"Chocolate is your answer to depression?" Hermione nodded with a smile; "I don't like chocolate enough to get over dead people." Blaise said.
"Well let's undepress you. Sound good?" Hermione said as she pushed him out of the nursery and closed the door.
"Does it sound good? No. Undepress. That sounds painful. Really, really pain-" Blaise was cut off with Hermione's lips. She pushed him on the floor and thoroughly undepressed him before getting up.
"Better?" Hermione said as she put her hair behind her ears. Blaise stood up.
"Much." He said as he straightened his hair. The make out session was much better than he had expected for 'undepress'.
"Let's go to sleep then, I am tired." Hermione said. Blaise nodded numbly, who was he to argue? The girl of his dreams already kissed him. He followed her to her room where they both fell asleep in their clothes. It was nice to finally have some peace, but chaos seemed to be more normal by now, and he was getting bored of plain days anyway.
A/N: Sorry that was short but it's something. I was stuck and I only got this done because my mom is about to kill me because I keep sleeping in until eleven. Schools out and I like my sleep. Anyway, review, and sorry about the ironic title but I didn't want to put 'dementors' because it gave away the major event.