Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... J.K. Rowling does. I just borrowed him and some other characters for this fanfiction.
Authors Note: Ah! Thanks people for reviewing! Oh my, I haven't written anything in FOREVER! So many things have happened that hindered my writing... getting a boyfriend, starting high school, dancing almost every night, etc. Oh well... Sorry! So, here is a second chapter and I expect to be writing more now that I'm single and used to school! Much love!
The next morning, Hermione thought that she would wake up before Blaise and have the chance to take a nice long bath. She thought wrong. Without knocking on the bathroom door, she quickly pushed it open. Blaise was standing in fron of the sink looking in the fooged up mirror in a spot he had wiped off, trying to fix his hair. The first thing that Hermione noticed about him, though, was the fact that he had on nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Normal person. Zabini is a normal person. A very gorgeous-looking normal person. AH! This is going to be harder than I thought!
Blaise turned to look at who had burst into the bathroom. It wasn't until then that Hermione saw how muscular his chest and stomach were. His muscles had to be the result of playing Quidditch. Chaser, maybe? Well, whatever position he played, Hermione thought he looked good. Blaise stared at her, waiting for her to say something... anything.
"Do you need something!" he asked with a flustered expression. Then, after realizing he was only in a towel, he started to blush.
"I was just going to take a bath, but you're in here. So...," Hermione stammered, trying to keep her focus off the towel that was wrapped around his waist. "I'm going to go back out there." She made waving hand motions towards their common room.
Blaise nodded. He looked utterly befuddled. With his mouth slightly agape, he nodded absentmindedly. Hermione backed out of the room, not taking her eyes off of him. She sat in the chair at her desk on the right side of the bathroom door. Although very tempted to bang her head on her desk, she didn't. All she did was sit and erupt into mad fits of laughter. She had no idea why she was laughing.
I just saw Blaise standing in the bathroom in a towel and I am sitting here laughing hysterically. Stop laughing! Hermione, stop laughin!
Her thoughts just made her laugh even more. When Blaise came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, he furrowed his brow at giggling Hermione. She looked up at him and started to cackle even louder. The image of him standing there in a towel with a look of utter confusion on his face was ecthed into her mind. Not that it was a bad image, just a funny one.
"What's so funny?" he questioned, thinking that after what just happened she shouldn't be laughing in such a loud and hysterical manner.
"I don't know," she said. She had suddenly stopped giggling and looked at Blaise. "I-I'm just going to go take that bath now."
Blaise watched her get up and walk into the bathroom. He shrugged his shoulders and went to put his books in his bag. He shouldered the bag, took it out to the common room, and threw it on the couch. After getting in a comfortable position on the couch, Blaise pulled a book and a pair of black horn-rimmed reading glasses out of his bag. It was only 7:15, so he had plenty of time to read at least a chater or two.
About twenty minutes had passed when Blaise heard Hermione let out an annoyed yell then holler his name.
"What?" he shouted. He sounded slightly disgruntled from being interrupted from his book.
Hermione was leaned against the bathroom door, sighing angrily. "I forgot to get my clothes out of my room!"
Blaise smirked. This could be fun. "And..." He walked closer to the door.
"And I need to get them," she was sounding more aggravated with each word.
"So..."
"So, I'm going to open the door and you're going to look elsewhere while I run across the room to go in my room and get my clothes. Okay?" She waited on him to reply.
"I guess I could do that," he sniggered.
Hermione pushed the door open and poked her head out. She made sure the Blaise was looking somewhere else and that her towel was secure; then she sprinted across the common room and into her room. After Blaise heard her door slam closed, he started laughing quietly to himself. He amde his way back over to the couch, plopped down, and started reading again.
In her room, Hermione was searching rapidly for a school uniform that wasn't very wrinkly. After finding one in her bottom left drawer, she swiftly put it on. Then, she pulled out her wand, mumbled a spell, and swished the wand. Suddenly, her hair was dry. She walked over to the vanity on the opposite side of the room and sat down. Her make-up had been set out by the house-elves that had brought her things up the night before. She put on a light pink blush, rubbed a bit of soft coppery eye-shadow on her eyelides, and swiped a bit of mascara on. Before packing her school bag, she looked in the mirror and smiled. She packed her school bag, slung it over her shoulder, and went out in the common room.
Blaise looked up at Hermione and started to snigger when she sat down on the couch across from him. She glared at him before telling him to shut-up.
"Hey," Hermione said, as she just realized that he had on glasses. "You have on glasses!"
"I know. They're reading glasses," he said slowly, as if Hermione was incompetent.
"Sorry, I didn't know you had them. You never wear them during class," she commented. "I'm going."
"Okay, I'll see you in class," Blaise said, going back to his book.
With that being said, Hermione got up off the couch, grabbed her bag, and made her way for the Great Hall. She walked down the winding corridor, humming quietly to herself, stopping to look out the window every so often.
It took about ten minutes for her to reach the Great Hall. There were a few Ravenclaws sitting at the end of the table. hermione took a seat near the middle of the Gryffindor table and looked around the room. It was eerily quiet. She normally didn't get to the Great Hall this early because she always had to wait on Harry and Ron, but not this year.
Five minutes, Blaise walked into the room, accompanied by Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. The four sat at the end of the Slytherin table. They were hunched over a piece of parchment that Draco was jabbing at with a quill. Blaise tilted his head back and let out a noisy laugh.
Hermione glowered across the hall at the group of four boys. Just as she had bowed over her own leaf of parchment, the grand oak doors to the hall flew open. Ron, Harry, and Ginny were coming towards her at a reasonably quick rate. She grinned broadly at the three. Before she knew it, Ron and Harry were sitting on either side of her and Ginny across from her.
"What are you guys doing down here so early?" Hermione questioned, even though she was rather happy to see them.
"Wanted to make sure you had survived your first night in a dorm with a Slytherin. He didn't try to jinx you or anything, did he?" Ron asked with a very serious tone.
Hermione shook her head. "He seems rather agreeable, belive it or not." That's the only thing she could think of to describe her very nice night and even more lovely morning with Blaise Zabini.