Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own Harry Potter and the crew in the books. Would I be writing this if I had? So just simply said, no suing can be done because I am not plagiarizing.
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Last Time:
A hand grabs her shoulder from behind. "Mind if I join the party?" Blaise asks as he squeezes Hermione's shoulder lightly.
"Hermione!" Hannah giggles, "You're in a threesome relationship?" Hermione sighs and shakes her head.
"Hannah, Ginny, Mandy, Padma and Parvati, please listen and listen close because I am only saying it once. I did not change for anyone. I changed because it was part of the glamour of what I thought was going to be my career. Now, please go find another table to sit at." Hermione says. When the girls don't move Hermione stands up and takes her crutches and walks out of the hall.
Blaise looks from the girls sitting down to Hermione's retreating back and shakes his head. "You, ladies, are cruel, shallow, and ill-hearted. I wondered why all the guys thought of just screwing guys instead of you." He says. He nods to them, grabs Hermione's piece of toast and follows her path out of the Great Hall.
Now, on with another chapter!
Blaise sees Hermione making her way up the stairs. He walks slowly up the stairs. He comes up behind her. "Would you like some assistance?" He asks. He watches as Hermione stops and turns around on her crutches and sighs heavily.
Hermione watches Blaise for a moment, then shoves her crutches to him. She turns and with the dignity left in her limps awkwardly up the stairs and into the library. She collapses into a chair in the way back and leans her head down in her arms.
Blaise follows while carrying her crutches. He walks into the library and spots Hermione at a table. Blaise sits down next to her and sets the crutches against the table.
Hermione sighs. "I already have my assignments for December, January, and February." Light, awkward conversation. Hermione looks at the table not knowing what else to say.
Blaise nods, "So should I ask for Draco's and mine for that time too?" He asks looking over to Madam Pince. He looks back and sees Hermione nodding her head.
"I can't get to my classes like this. I owled Dumbledore during the summer and he suggested that I stay in the common room." Hermione replies looking anywhere but to Blaise.
"But how will you learn?" Blaise replies looking at Hermione's uneasy actions. "I mean, unless you're having separate lessons, you're kind of screwed.."
Hermione shrugs and leans her head down on the table and gazes over to Blaise. "I don't know, Dumbledore didn't say anything about it. But, I guess I'll find out tomorrow." Hermione stands up and adjusts her skirt.
Blaise nods and stands up too. "Well, I am going to go do some last minute homework for a while." He nods to her, takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. After smiling to her, he heads to the back of the library.
Hermione watches him leave and grabs her crutches. With a heave, she heads back up to her common room, passing many people she missed over the summer. She says the password ("Icy Wonderland") and goes into the common room.
She sits down on the couch and sighs. She looks over to the staircase and sighs. Hermione leans against the couch's back.
Hermione lets her crutches fall to the ground and conjures up a book. She looks at the cover, Blue is for Nightmares, then to a clock, 9:54 AM. She opens the book and begins to read.
Draco walks into the common room. He looks to his watch 7:57 PM. The day passes when you aren't doing much. He thinks to himself. He looks up and spots a head of curly hair. He smirks and goes to sit down in a chair. "Hey, what're you reading?" He asks.
Hermione's gaze snaps up. "Silver is for Secrets. I read two other books too." Hermione replies as she turns the page. With a nose scrunch she shuts her book and looks over to Draco. "What's up?"
Draco shakes his head and leans back in the chair. "Just got done eating dinner." He replies. Looking down to his hands, Draco sighs. "So what's up with you and Blaise?"
Hermione shrugs, pink slowly seeping into her cheeks. "I'm not sure. I know he's gay and all, but, flirting is not helping." Hermione adds. "Sometimes, I wonder about my own sexuality. Every time I try to get some action, the guy always backs out. Maybe I'm too assertive."
Draco raises an eyebrow with a familiar hint of a smirk. "Get some action?" He replies. "Too assertive? You mean to tell me that you're not just all talk, literally?"
Hermione laughs and sets her book on the stand next to the couch. "Its like, once they start to pull my shirt over my head, they look at me and they high tail it out of my place."
Draco raises an eyebrow. "Sounds like they get cold feet." Draco replies. "But, maybe you should check it out. I know these symptoms. It sounds like a tradition in old pure blooded families."
"Tradition?" Hermione asks.
Draco nods and leans back against the chair's back. "Parents of the child will perform a spell on their unborn child. Its to keep the child from having sex before their marriage, other times, theres a varsion where its to help find the child's soul mate.. Usually the child is a girl." Draco stops for a breath and looks over to Hermione, who is listening intently.
"Those who have encountered the spell say the effects on those attempting to have sex with the aforementioned child differ. Some are electrocuted, some feel heat of fire when touching exposed skin, others say they can't take the child's clothes off." Draco finishes.
Hermione nods and sighs. "Great. How could I have gotten this though? My parents are muggles." Hermione asks more to herself than Draco.
"Past babysitters?" Draco suggests.
Hermione looks to Draco and then to her hands and back to Draco. "You know, there was this one lady. She was living in, because my mother and father were, well long story short, I think Aunty Jesminda had something to do with this. She was around for my first boyfriend..."
Draco raises an eyebrow. "Jesminda? Jesminda Ferrow?" He replies.
Hermione nods. "She was the very first nanny to stick around. Guess she knew I'd be magical, or something." Hermione says with a shrug. "Guess she was looking out for me."
Draco nods. "She was a Malfoy. First to divorce out of the Malfoy family." Draco says. "She worked as a wand distributor in Olivander's. She could probably feel the magic in your blood."
Hermione nods again. "Okay, not that my lack of action or the reasons aren't interesting, but I would rather not discuss this now. I would rather discuss Jessminda. How is she doing?"
"She's doing well. She is currently writing a book in the States on raising children." Draco replies.
Hermione smiles. "She always did have a knack for babysitting. Her 'charms' make her look good." She replies.
Draco smirks. "She was a bit too strange for the likes of being a Malfoy. She's too quirky to be.." He pauses looking for the right word, "Anything." Hermione nods in agreement.
Hermione shifts and looks to her knee. She groans lightly and rubs it. "Its been bothering me lately."
Draco nods and gets up and sits down next to Hermione. "I'm not great with my hands like Blaise, but I can try." When Hermione nods, Draco slides one hand under her knee and massages it lightly, using his other hand to massage the top of her knee.
Hermione shifts onto her back making sure that her skirt doesn't slide up. When Draco's hand hits her knee she takes in a deep breath. When he said he wasn't as graceful with his hands as Blaise, Draco was right. Hermione takes his hand and places his fingers under her knee. "Slowly, and gently rub." She says.
Draco does as he is told and slowly rubs under Hermione's knee. Getting bold, he slides his paino-playing, long fingers under her thigh and slides his other hand under her knee.
Hermione giggles, her being ticklish under her thigh, and shakes her head. When Draco stops, she looks up to him. The look in his eyes is questioning, and his brow is furrowed in worry. "Keep going, I'm just ticklish is all."
Draco nods and massages under her thigh, holding under her knee gently. Hermione sighs. "Not as bad as you thought." Hermione tells Draco.
He smirks and leans down under her and picks her up, bridal style and takes ehr up to her room, shutting the door behind him.
There it is..Have fun with the ending -Insert the evil laughter of a cliff hanger ending.- The Blue is for Nightmares series does not belong to me but to the fabulous writer, Laurie Faria Stolarz.
Hey Jenn, thanks for the review, and you are very welcome, you deserve the title and its very appreciated. And a thanks to AmberLee1, and no, xharrysxdirtyxlilxsecretx, I didn't have knee surgery but I did have an injury.
Good night,
A-N-G