Author's Note: I originally intended for this story to be a one shot, but I just had to have the second side of the coin. Enjoy! Read and Review. Thanks! Btw, this was conceived before I read HBP, so take that into account.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters.

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Hermione Granger was thoroughly confused. She had no idea where Blaise's actions had come from, but she had a burning desire to figure it out. After a little digging she discovered that he spent every lunch period in the library, and after a mental pep talk for somewhere near ten minutes, Hermione gathered her courage and headed to the library.

Blaise knew she was coming. He heard her cheerful hello to the librarian and couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He had known from the beginning that her scientific mind wouldn't just let his actions go. As she approached he raised his head to take in her chestnut curls and liquid amber eyes. He knew to appreciate a thing of beauty when he saw one.

"Granger, what a delight," he said smoothly as she took a seat across the small table.

"Zabini. I want to know what that was all about this morning," she said simply.

Blaise turned back to his book and feigned disinterest. "I told you Granger, either because you look sexy when you ramble, or because I wanted to shut you up. Maybe it was a little bit of both." He was startled when Hermione slammed her hand down on the table.

"That's not it and you know it! I want to know what possible reason you would have to dirty your hands with someone like me."

"I don't think I dirtied anything Granger, and if I did it certainly wasn't my hands," he said with a cheeky smirk.

"That's beside the point. I just want to know why you would kiss me like that. The real reason."

"I don't think I should tell you. I think I'll just let you keep on going. Maybe you'll start rambling again," he remarked, his voice low.

"You just indirectly answered my question didn't you?" She asked.

Blaise leaned a little closer. "Maybe I did Granger. Maybe you really knew the answer all along. I think maybe you did, and you're keen mind had some other idea coming here this afternoon. Maybe…"

Hermione cut him off. "Blaise, shut up." She leaned across the table and brushed her lips across his lightly. She went to pull away but he fisted a hand in her curls and pulled her back for a deeper kiss. She moved away from him a few seconds later with a grin on her face.

"You still taste like strawberries," he told her. "Now, do you want to tell me what that was all about?"

Hermione's grin grew to a thousand watt smile. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." She rose from the table and Blaise shook his head.

"Oh no, no, no. You come back here Granger."

Hermione turned back and blew him a kiss clearly enjoying the fact that the shoe was on the other foot. "Have a nice day Zabini."

Blaise watched as she walked away, noting the newly found confidence in her stride. If anyone had been around they would have heard him laughing to himself.

"This could be the beginning of a very fun game."