a/n: short, yes I am aware of that. But I mainly just wanted to get this conversation in. REVIEW!

Sing To Me the Song of the Stars

Question Your Heart

Faint sounds of water falling echoed through the courtyard, but they paid no attention to this. She was wrapped in his arms, while he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Every few minutes a faint blush would creep up her neck.

"I don't want to fight for Voldemort, Hermione."

Where did that come from?

"So don't. It's your choice." That was a lie.

"I'll be killed." The throaty voice replied.

She closed her eyes. It was all about death, wasn't it? That's what it all came down to. Who would die, and who would survive. The names weren't hand picked, it was not a matter of favourites to live or die. If you died, that was it. There was nothing you could do. So many lives would be lost. So many lives.

"Others will be killed, Blaise. What makes you so special?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them.

She felt him tense behind her. She stared out at the fountain in the middle of the field and closed her eyes. Look what she'd done now.

"It doesn't. I'm just.. I don't know if I'll make it or not. And I want to. So bad. I'm scared for my life. I'm scared for your life."

They fell silent. Both were thinking of the lives they were now living, and how their lives could change drastically in just a few moments. Hogwarts wasn't even safe anymore. Nowhere was. There was no one you could truly trust, no one you could tell all of your secrets too. The world was becoming a dangerous place. And no one could stop it.

"Blaise, are you scared? For the war, I mean."

"Yeah. Of coarse I am. It's a war, 'Mione. People are going to die." He seemed distant, and his voice was grave.

"The weak will be the first to die, and few will live. This is our reality."

Blaise was silent. He knew it was their reality. It was everyone's reality. How did he know, that come the end of it all, he would still be alive?

"Have you ever wanted to escape from it all, to run from your fears and responsibilities? To be momentarily taken away from your life?" He whispered.

"Every day. But I have to stay. The lives of people I love are at stake."

Blaise shifted. She could feel him become uncomfortable.

"Can we not talk about this right now?"

"Why? Not sure of where your loyalties lay?"

"..Yes."

That surprised her, and to be honest, made her slightly pissed.

"Why? Be brave and step up for what you believe in, Blaise. If you know it's right, then do it!"

"I can't, Hermione! I'll die."

"You'll die, whether it's now or later." The girl sneered.

"Don't. Just don't." His voice seemed threatening.

She ripped out of his arms and glared and him, before standing.

"It's time to question your heart. You fight for the side you feel is right, or the side where no one truly loves you."

"I can't choose. It's a life of loyalties to tear apart from."

She stared at him. A life of loyalties, her arse. She brushed her robes off and took one last look at him.

"Bye, Blaise."