Life is a Masquerade- Chapter 4- A No-Longer-Secret Admirer
Hermione looked up at the flawless face of the one and only Blaise Zanbini.
"You! You are my admirer!" She staggered back, shocked. I should have figured it out! He's part Greek, tall, dark brown hair, beautiful endless blue eyes the suck you… what am I thinking? He's a Slytherin! Get it together, Hermione, just calm down… She took a few deep breaths. "Blaise, I'm honored but…"
"But I'm a Slytherin, yes I'm aware of that." Blaise said finishing her sentence.
"Yes, actually. This would never work. We are supposed to hate each other!" Hermione said. Blaise gave her a look.
"Romeo and Juliet were supposed to hate each other." he said is his deep voice.
Oh… my… GOD is he romantic!
"Yes, but they ended up dead." Hermione countered. She sighed. "Look, I really am honored and you seem, well, less Slytherin-ish than the others…" she trailed off. What am I doing! It's not everyday that a gorgeous, romantic, much sought after guy takes an interest in you. But then again, Ron had, and I ruined that relationship… Forget that, he's happy and so are you, Hermione. she made herself think"Okay, I'll go on a date with you. If I decide I like you, then we can work it out… I, I just don't know how I feel about Ron and all that right now. Do you know what I mean?" she asked, not expecting an answer.
"No, I don't really. I've never actually been with anyone before." Blaise confessed.
"What! Are you kidding me? You're gorgeous!" Hermione blurted out.
"Umm, thanks, I think." Blaise said, losing his suave edge.
"Listen, I'll go where ever you want to take me tomorrow during the Hogsmead visit, but if I don't enjoy myself, no promises, ok?" Hermione offered. After Blaise nodded, Hermione led him back into the Great Hall.
"I'm going to go hang with friends for the last hour or so. Thanks again, I had a great night." She disappeared into the dancing crowd, making her way the Ron, Harry, and their dates.
"So, how was everyone's evening?" Hermione asked, startling the couples.
"Oh, it's been great. Who was you admirer?" Harry asked curiously.
"Well, you won't believe it, but it was Blaise Zanbini." As she made this announcement, Ron spit out his mouthful of punch in an impressive fashion, covering Lavender Brown and making her drip with red liquid. Ron ignored the enraged Lavender.
"WHO!"
Hermione blushed. "Yeah, that's what I said. I couldn't believe my eyes." She glanced at Ron. "Can we talk? In the gardens?" She pulled a reluctant and surly Ron outside.
"Listen Ron, I feel awful about this whole mess. I, I really do like you, but I don't know if we should be a couple. We have our good moments but bad ones as well. Let's just cool it and see if we don't die without one another, okay?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. I just, I've always liked you… I guess that may just be as friends." They hugged and went back just in time for the last slow song. Excusing herself, Hermione tried to find Blaise. She did and pulled him onto the floor.
"I worked things out with Ron." she whispered into the shocked Blaise's ear. "I am totally free."