A/n: sorry for the wait, I made like three versions of this chapter. The lyrics a little later on in the chapter are by Natasha Bedingfield, called Unwritten. Also, if you want an idea of what Blaise looks like in this story, picture a younger Billie Joe Armstrong and his messy, long-ish black hair, piercing green eyes and all. Better? Anyways, don't forget to review!

Sing To Me the Song of the Stars

Do You Know How It Feels To Be Afraid?

Blaise Zabini stomped down the stairs slightly ticked that someone had rang the doorbell, in the middle of a storm, to say the least. Unlocking about ten locks, he flung the door open.

"Granger?" He asked, shocked that the mudblood would be at his door.

Her cheeks flushed with a light pink, and she stepped aside to reveal an old man with a white beard.

"Headmaster?" Blaise choked, totally flabbergasted as to why these people would be on his doorstep.

"May we come in Blaise? I'd like to talk to your mother about something." The headmaster said.

"Umm.." He stammered.

"Thank you, my dear boy." He chuckled, motioned for Hermione to follow, and walked through the door.

Blaise scowled as they walked through the door. The old bat and the mudblood, in his house.. He starred at their backs until Dumbledore turned around and gave him a cherry smile.

"Would you mind fetching your mother Blaise? I need a word."

He grunted in response and headed for the bonus room. Peeking in, he saw her sitting in her favourite chair, fire lit, reading a book.

"Mother?" He said weakly.

Her eyes lingered on the words of the book for seconds more, before looking up.

"Yes Blaise?" She asked contently.

"Albus Dumbledore is here to talk to you."

A look of mild shock spread over her face, but was replaced with a genuine smile.

"Albus? I wonder why he's here. Come Blaise." She placed her book on the side table and got up.

He followed her out of the room and down many stairs. He sat down next to Hermione on the love seat.

"Albus! How are you?" She asked as she sat down next to him on the couch.

"Getting old, getting old. And you, my dear?" He replied in a wary voice.

"I'm doing fine, Albus. Oh, what's your name dear?" She said as she noticed Hermione.

"Hermione Granger." She answered, looking rather uncomfortable.

The woman smiled at her.

"What a nice name." She turned back to the headmaster, "Albus, what are you doing here?" She laughed.

"Actually, I'm here to discuss something with you. A word, if you wouldn't mind."

"Of coarse not. We'll just step into the dinning room." She sent a smile the teenagers' way and lead the way to the next room.

"Granger." Blaise smirked.

"Don't talk to me Zabini." She said in a dangerous voice.

He raised his eyebrows and put on a cocky smirk.

"Feisty one, you are. But don't worry love, I like 'em that way." He winked.

"Ew." She said before turning away.

His smirk faltered. So the mudblood had a backbone. Funny. He got up and strode over to the fireplace. Turning on the old radio, he went to sit back down. Hiding a smile, he noticed one of his favourite songs was on. He hummed along with the song and his eyes flickered over to the girl sitting next to him.

Hermione's eyes were watering. Damn hormones. She turned her head away from Zabini; it would be so embarrassing if she started bawling in front of him. As a tear rolled down her cheek, she hastily brushed it way. Just what she wanted. Feeling vulnerable in front of a Slytherin. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked in surprise.

"Are you okay, Granger?" He whispered with a flicker of concern.

She didn't reply him, but merely stared into his eyes. They were beautiful, a piercing green. They were entrancing, really.

No one else, no one else, Can speak the words on your lips..

Blaise found himself gazing in to the eyes of the brunette in front of him. They were a dark brown with a hint of metallic blue, and he was finding it was hard to look away.

The song finished and Hermione forced herself to tare away from his eyes. She blinked repeatedly, to get rid of the water that had forced in her eyes.

Someone cleared their throat, and they looked up to see Professor Dumbledore and a smiling female Zabini standing near the dinning room door. Hermione's cheeks flushed as she prayed that the adults in front of her didn't happen to see the scene that had just occurred.

"Hermione, I'm glad to inform you that you'll be staying with the Zabini's for the rest of the summer."

Her eyes widened considerably as she stared at Dumbledore.

"What? You're kidding, right?" She cried.

"Apparently not. One of the house elves has already taken your suitcase up to your room, if I'm not mistaken. Now, you'll be going to the station on September 1st with Blaise, here. I'll notify your mother and stepfather that you are safe; as I'm sure they are very worried about you. I won't tell them where you are, nor will I give any details as to your current condition, just that you're all right. I don't suppose you would want to go back, would you?" He said with raised eyebrows and a twinkle in his eyes.

"No!" She said a little too hurriedly, and received questioning glances from the two Zabini's in the room.

"Fine, fine. I'll be back in a week to check up on you, goodbye Hermione. Blaise, Mary." He nodded towards them and apparated out of the room.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and Blaise was still up. It didn't help that the rain was pounding harder than it had ever before on the mansion roof, making it impossible for the Slytherin to fall asleep. He hadn't forgotten the mudblood's tears. The possibilities as to why were haunting him, and many times had he debated with himself whether or not to just to barge into her room and demand the answer.

He shook the thought off for what seemed like the millionth time and took a swig at his butterbeer. He strode over to the window to look out at the rain, or maybe even press his aching head against the cold glass. He pushed the black velvet curtains aside and peered out the window. What he saw caused him to choke slightly on his chosen beverage. There stood a lone figure in the middle of his yard. Actually, they weren't standing, they were.. Spinning? The figure twirled around and around, and Blaise found himself being momentarily taken as he watched and silently wished he could spin in the rain without a care. He heard a faint scream, and seemed to wake from his trance. The male Zabini ran out of his room and down the many stairs. He threw the front door open. That in Merlin's' name was this person doing on his lawn? A little stalker - ish, if you asked him. That's when he heard faint sobs. Closing the door gently, he backed up against it, so he wouldn't be seen. He watched as the figure stumbled down and lay on the wet ground in a ball. The sobs became louder and he contemplated if he should go over.

"Do you know how it feels to be afraid?" The voice cried out to no one.

Blaise realised who it was. It was Granger.