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The Best of Me

Chapter 12

Hermione walked down the empty halls of Hogwarts, echoes came from her shoes. She shivered slightly, she had been going to breakfast, but after her talk with Ron, she didn't want to eat.

So she had just started walking, and now she was in an unused hallway, she was lost, and she was cold. "This day couldn't get any worse," Hermione muttered out loud. "It's so cold I can see my breath, of all the days not to where a cloak."

Sighing, Hermione walked on, not really caring where she was going, she looked down at her feet; they were clad in black skater shoes. They weren't really her style, but they were comfortable.

Hermione was so wrapped up in thoughts of Ron, and Fred, she didn't notice another person wrapped up in their thoughts as well. Hermione walked straight into them, and promptly fell on the ground.

She shook her head, trying to get things back into focus, when she finally did, she saw who she ran into. "Oh I'm so sorry!" Hermione said helping them up.

A pair of dark purple eyes locked onto hers, "It's alright… Granger," the boy replied. In fact it was Blaise Zabini she had ran into, the only Slytherin not to care about blood… well besides Draco Malfoy. (AN I'm not going by the HBP, so Blaise isn't like he is in the books)

Blaise wasn't that tall, only a couple inches taller than Hermione, he had tan skin, Italian looking, and piercing purple eyes, a lot like Draco's, just purple instead of blue.

"What are you doing in this part of the castle, Granger?" Blaise asked pleasantly as though asking about the weather.

"I got lost," Hermione admitted bashfully, digging her toe into the ground giving the affect of a scared little girl.

"Granger, lost, what has the world come to!" Blaise asked in mock horror.

Over the years Blaise and Hermione had formed sort of an alliance. They both liked to study, so they always went to the deepest part of the library, at the hardest to find table, and they would study for hours. They rarely talked, Blaise would draw, and Hermione would write poetry. And of course, they would study.

They never let anyone see them, but they had a bond of sibling affection for each other, almost as strong as the bond she felt with Harry. Nothing more than platonic feelings were between them, and they both intended to keep it that way.

"The world must be at its end!" Hermione said with a mock gasp, she pretended to faint.

Blaise caught her before she reached the ground, and they both laughed again.

"Mind if I escort you back to breakfast, milady?" Blaise said standing Hermione upright.

"Of course, milord," Hermione replied lightly placing her hand on his. At her action they could not contain another bout of laughter.

"No, seriously Blaise, take me to the great hall!" Hermione pointed her hand in a random direction.

"Um, Hermione, I don't know how to tell you this, but um, that's not the right way."

"Oh," was her reply, "Well that way then!" and they took off at a run laughing all the way.

The stopped in front of the great hall, panting for breath, "Wow, that was a work out," Hermione said trying to catch her breath. Blaise didn't answer, he just clutched his side in pain.

"Remind me, ne…ver to run… again," He said gasping for breath.

Hermione giggled lightly, and supported his weight on her, and they walked into the great hall. She was glad basically no one but Dumbledore was there, so she took Blaise over to the Gryffindor table, which was the closest.

They sat down, and Hermione poured Blaise some water, which he drank down greedily.

"Must. Have. Coffee." He said, he took the coffee pot, and poured half of it into his huge mug.

Hermione snatched the jug from him, and poured a respectable amount into her mug, though it was more than the average person should drink in one day. "Mmm coffee," they said in unison.

Glancing at each other they began to laugh again. Putting some food onto their plates Hermione and Blaise began to eat. While they were eating more people trickled in through the huge double doors, Draco among.

Draco looked around to see if Hermione or Blaise were around, they were really the only two friends he had. He spotted Hermione at the Gryffindor table eating with… Blaise?

Making his way over there he didn't notice the shocked looks and glares he was getting. At that moment Blaise turned around and saw him, becoming very startled he nearly fell out of his seat, "D-Draco, dude I can explain."

Hermione was laughing at both of them, "Blaise its ok, Draco is my friend now."

Blaise looked really relieved, "Oh, ok good. Come sit with us." He hadn't noticed Draco had already taken a seat next to Hermione.

"People are staring at us," Draco said calmly, he glared at the Slytherin table causing everyone there to stop looking at them and turn back to their breakfast. The Gryffindors looked at the two kings of Slytherin and their Gryffindor queen sitting together in horror.

"They'll get over it," Hermione said with indifference, "I mean really were all just people." Looking around she said, "Wait I take that back, I'd finish your breakfast in the next 10 seconds if I were you."

Blaise and Draco didn't know why but they inhaled their breakfast very, very fast. "3, 2, 1," Hermione whispered.

"HERMIONE, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!" shouted a very furious Ron.

"Eating breakfast," she replied not looking at him, but at the toast sitting next to her. Picking up the slice she covered it with jelly and stuffed it into her mouth.

"HERMIONE ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BLOODY MIND? CAN YOU NOT SEE THE TWO VERY REAL SLYTHERINS SITTING NEXT TO YOU?" Ron was out of breath by the time he finished.

Hermione suddenly got a very mysterious look, "Are you sure their real, because I see no one but you yelling at thin air." Ron gulped. "What's wrong with me eating with Slytherins anyways, why should you care?"

"Hermione I do care," He looked sad.

"You shouldn't though!" Hermione slammed a hand on the table. "It's not like were friends anymore Ronald!" Hermione was so furious that she was almost in tears. "I NEVER WANTED TO GO OUT WITH YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!" She began to cry. "The only reason I did is because Harry told me I should, I never wanted to, you were like a brother to me THAT'S IT!"

She got up and left, with Blaise and Draco trailing behind. They shot angry glares in Ron's direction, he would pay, they had decided that Hermione was a little sister to them, and no one would hurt her; ever.

Hermione walked from the Great Hall calmly tears were streaming from her eyes and everyone was staring, but she pretended not to notice. As soon as the huge wooden doors closed she ran for it, she just ran, and ran.

Soon she was outside, heading towards the Quidditch Pitch, soon she reached the locked gates, "Alohamora." (sp?) Quietly she opened the gates and slipped inside, it was her favorite refuge, she actually liked Quidditch, but didn't like to play.

Shivering in the cold morning air she noticed a figure flying in the air. She could tell it was a Gryffindor by the red cloak. Hermione watched them fly, they were really skilled, they seemed to have spotted her and started down.

The speeding blur came closer until Hermione recognized it as Fred. Smiling as he jumped off his broom and jogged towards her. "Hermione!" he called to her.

"Fred," she greeted when he reached her. "I hope I didn't disturb you." It was then she realized that she was still crying, she tried to wipe away the tears but it was useless.

"Hermione, are you okay?" his voice was filled with a concern. "And your shivering, great boyfriend I am to not notice." He wrapped his arms around Hermione and sat on the ground. Taking his cloak he wrapped it like a huge blanket around them, and smiled inwardly when Hermione practically melted into the warmth.

"Thank you," she melted into his strong arms, feeling safe. "It was Ron," she spoke the answer to his unspoken question.

Fred was angry and barley managed to growl out, "What'd he do to you?" Hermione tensed slightly, and then relaxed when she realized he wasn't mad at her.

"It wasn't really him per say, but what he made me do. I was sitting at breakfast with Blaise and Draco."

"Aren't they Slytherins?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes, but their really nice when you get to know them, their like brothers to me. Anyways I was eating breakfast with them when Ron storms in and shouts at me."

She proceeded to tell him what had happened and what he had said. Fred hadn't interrupted her but was thinking.

Neither of them said anything for a while until Fred noticed Hermione was sleeping. Laughing quietly he picked her up and headed towards the castle. From a distance he could see platinum blond and black, faced off against black and red.

Hasting his pace, Fred knew he had to get there before a fight erupted and Hermione found them all. Cradling the sleeping beauty in his arms he ran for the castle being very careful to not stumble and drop her.

END CHAPTER there will be about two more chapters I believe PLEASE REVIEW! I AM DESPERATE!1