Disclaimer: I own a copy of all the Harry Potter books, but none of the characters or story. However, this story is mine.
Warnings: Spoilers for HBP. Boy meets girl. Another boy meets girl. B/Hr/D. Dont like it? Don't read it.
A/N 'Cause I like to torture you all I'm updating yet again! Bwahahaha!
4. Unlikely
Hermione shook her head. Why was it that every single time she tried to concentrate, images of a certain blonde appeared inside her head! Just because he happened to use her first name? But then again, why would he, if he didn't have any interest in her? Damn his bloody smirk!
She closed her potions book with a loud thud and opened a fairly fatter one, the one Malfoy had seen her with. 'Tell them and walk away. They'll follow you and say they either share your feelings or that you are a prick and that they are sorry they ever met you' said the book at the very last page.
"Well, I did that and he didn't follow me," frowned Hermione and closed that book as well. Actually, she wasn't sure he even left the library at all that night. It was weekend and she didn't see him at meals, so she hoped he would come to classes on Monday.
She yawned and glanced at her watch. It was still far from the time for Sunday lunch and she bit her lip, knowing that the tasty food is made by house elves, but since she saw the look on Dobby's face when she said she likes males who can cook she didn't complain about them being mistreated anymore.
She got up and headed toward the Great Hall. The corridors were deserted, because many students liked to sleep late on Sundays and there was still an hour until lunch. She quietly sang a song to herself as she passed drowsy pictures and silent statues. She knew she'd be alone in the Great Hall, but it didn't really bother her. She needed to think.
She opened the doors to the Hall quietly and walked confidently inside, bumping into a moving figure that was just about to leave the Hall.
"What the…oh, Hermione, it's you!" said the figure, in a kind voice, giving her a hand to pick her of the floor. She took his hand, not even looking at who it was. It wasn't Draco and he called her by her name, so it must have been a Gryfindor.
"Sorry about that, I didn't think anyone would be here," she said, mending her skirt.
"I don't mind," said the voice with obvious amusement in it. She looked up and found herself eye to eye with a dark-haired Slytherin.
"Good lord," she gasped.
"No need to give me nicknames, you can call me Blaise…at your service," he said with a laugh and bowed slightly. "I was actually quite hoping to bump into you…. I… I was wondering if you'd have some extra time to help me with my essay for ancient runes and… well, maybe after that we could go get a drink or something…"
"You mean," her eyes widened, "like a date?"
He looked stunned for a moment but then nodded slowly. Hermione gave it a thought. Draco didn't come after you, did he? she asked herself wildly and looked at Blaise, who was kind of nervous, but also cute. He noticed her gaze and returned it, smiling.
"Maybe I could help you with that essay," she said slowly, wondering, whether his eyes were black or so deeply blue that she couldn't take her own eyes off them.
"How about after lunch?" he asked in a small voice, almost as though he didn't believe she'd say yes.
"It's a date!" she smiled gently.
"You mean it?" Blaise's face turned serious and she took a small step backwards. Was it true or did she just imagine it? The handsome raven-haired Slytherin she always admired at classes wanted a date with her. Her, the mudblood! What the hell was in the air, love-virus?
"Well, today sure is on calender," she said carefuly. "So it's a date, isn't it?"
He laughed and nodded his head.
"I'll see you then, Hermione!"
"See you….Blaise," she said and he walked out of the hall.
She was alone now. But it didn't bother her. She had twice as much to think about now.
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A/N And so do I. Look for an update soon. Or just close your eyes and pretend you didn't read this. Most people are best at that. >:(