Coffee and Cuddling
A/N:Sorry this is late but I made it longish... HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Hermione looked at Draco asleep on the couch. He had gotten bored and wandered off while the cookies were in the oven. The timer went off for the last sheet of cookies and she rushed into the kitchen to turn it off before it woke the small child. She took out the done cookies and set them on the counter. She smiled as she put the cool ones on a plate and started to wash the other cookie sheet she had used. She dried it and put it away and started to move the now warm cookies onto the counter so she could wash the cookie sheet. She was in the middle of washing it when two arms wrapped around her waist. "Can I have a cookie or will it spoil dinner?" a voice whispered in her ear. She laughed and turned to see Blaise pouting, looking at the warm cookies.
"What time is it?" she asked, looking around for a clock.
"Almost four." Blaise said, looking at his watch.
"Fine, but only one." she said. "And I know how many there are so don't even try to snatch an extra."
"Okay Mum." he muttered. He ate it in a flash and started watching her, bored.
"What?" she asked as she put away the clean cookie sheet. "Something on my face or something?"
"Hmm?" Blaise asked, coming out of a trance.
"You were staring at me." she said, moving the now cool cookies onto the plate with the rest of them before stashing them up high where Draco wouldn't be able to find or reach them.
"Was I? Sorry." he said. He took the cloth from her hand and wiped the counter for her before drying it with the towel on her shoulder. "Done." he said.
"Thank you, but what do you want?" she asked, suspiciously.
"Nothing, just being helpful." he said with a shrug. He followed her out of the room and watched as she gently picked up Draco and carried him up the stairs. He opened the door and Hermione tucked Draco into his bed before silently closing the door.
"Poor boy, he must be exhausted from flying and pacing back and forth while the cookies baked and he didn't last long enough to get one." she said.
"He'll get one when he wakes up." Blaise said. "After you force something gross on him like... carrots." he said, playfully smirking at her.
"Carrots are good for your eye sight, Blaise, so you should eat them. Obviously you're blind, can't even tell what you're staring at." she said, playfully. He smirked.
"You shouldn't get into fights with Slytherins." he said, a gleam in his eye as she looked at him suspiciously, "You'll never win."
"I'll keep that in mind." she said, letting a sigh escape her lips. "What should we have for dinner, besides carrots?" He chuckled.
"I don't care" he said, "maybe just sandwiches, you just finished cooking."
"No, it's fine, I'm use to cooking, I just don't know what he eats. You know though." she said, looking at him.
"To tell you the truth he eats almost nothing. I mean he'll eat anything, but very little of. He's like a girl, picks at his food and then gives it to Goyle and Crabbe." he said with a shrug.
"I see, no wonder he looks like a walking skeleton." she said. "Well, I hope he likes lasagna."
"You have to be kidding." Blaise said.
"What, you not like lasagna?" she asked.
"No, but the fact you can cook is scary. Pansy tried to cook once, almost burnt down the dungeons... and they're made of stone!" he said.
"Well, I think I can handle lasagna." she said. "Made it dozens of times before." So Blaise watched as Hermione spent an hour making lasagna which he knew Draco would only pick at. Once she put it in the oven she smiled.
"Now we have to wait for thirty minutes. I think we should go see if he's up yet." Hermione said, leaving the kitchen. Blaise followed, having nothing else to do. She peeked in the door, Blaise looking through the crack above her. "He's still asleep." she said, closing the door. "Now what are we supposed to do? Sit here?"
"I'm sure we can think of something else." Blaise said. Hermione went down into the living room and started to look around, Blaise just laid on the couch.
"There is absolutely nothing to do, and I've already memorized all the books in my trunk!" she said, pouting. Blaise laughed.
"Poor Hermione. No wonder you eat so many carrots, you'd die from boredom if you couldn't see." he said.
"I could learn braille, genius." she said.
"Ah, but then you'd have to rely on other's and you would hate that." he said.
"I guess." she said, sitting on Blaise's legs.
"I kind of like those." he said. "And you're squashing them."
"Be quiet. Don't you know you're not suppose to call a girl fat?" she said.
"Really? Then you should tell Draco, he tells it to Pansy everyday." Blaise said.
"I see." she said, looking around.
"You keep looking around your neck will wear out and your head will roll away." he said.
"That's not possible." she said, looking at Blaise. "You couldn't wear away your neck."
"I couldn't, you could. You're just like an owl. Turning your head every which way." he said.
"Oh shush." she said. "It's better then laying around doing nothing."
"Well then let's not lay around and do nothing or wear our necks away." he said.
"Sure, but what are we supposed to do for the next twenty minutes?" she asked.
"Take a nap." he said, pulling her down.
"But I'm not tired and this couch is lumpy." she said, smiling and squirming.
"I'm not a couch." he said.
"But the couch was here a second ago." she said, smiling playfully.
"Well that's too bad, it doesn't like you obviously and it left." he said. She stuck out her tongue. "You shouldn't stick that out unless you're going to use it." he said, smirking.
"That could be a really dirty joke." she said, laying her head down and closing her eyes. "I guess I could go for a nap."
"That's nice, but what am I supposed to do?" he asked.
"Go to sleep." she said.
"I don't get a good night kiss?" he said, pouting. She laughed before pecking him on the cheek.
"Now go to sleep." she said. He smiled and watched as her breathing evened out. Ten minutes later the timer went off. Blaise slipped out from under Hermione to get the lasagna. He set it on the counter and looked to see if Draco was awake, and he was.
"Dinner Draco, but you have to be quiet or you'll wake Hermione up and she'll make you eat vegetables" Blaise said. Draco nodded and they crept into the kitchen and ate quietly whispering. After Blaise got Draco a cookie and he had read him about five story books, Draco fell asleep in his bed and Blaise went downstairs to find Hermione still asleep. He scooped her up and carried her to her bed. He tucked her in and then climbed in, realizing there wasn't any where else to sleep besides the couch... which was downstairs and too small.
Hermione woke up with someone's arms around her waist, causing her to freeze. She looked over to find Blaise asleep, not an inch from her. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the couch.. or really on Blaise who was on the couch. She looked down and saw she was wearing the same thing as yesterday and she let out a sigh of relief. She tried to get away but Blaise automatically pulled her closer, nuzzling his head in her hair. She sighed and laid there for a minute, trying to reach the wand in her pocket. She got it and levitated one of his arms off of her and then slid out, putting a pillow in her place. She was almost out the door when she heard him roll over. She looked back to find the pillow where she put it, and Blaise facing the other way, still asleep. She smiled before going to Draco's room, to find him asleep also. She went downstairs to find half of her lasagna on the counter in the pan. She smiled slightly as she wrapped it up and put it in the fridge.
"Good morning." someone said behind her, causing her to bump her head on the top of the fridge. "Sorry." he said, pulling Hermione out of the fridge, shutting it, and handing her an ice pack from the freezer. "A little jumpy?" he asked, sitting on the counter.
"Hey! I thought I was the only one up." she said.
"You were. How long have you been up?" he asked, looking at his watch. "It's seven."
"Hardly five minutes probably." she said, putting the ice pack away. "That hurt."
"And she wins fifty thousand galleons for stating the obvious!" Blaise said.
"Oh be quiet. So, did you two eat anything besides lasagna last night?" she asked.
"I gave him a cookie afterwards." Blaise said.
"Should have guessed. Where do wizards keep coffee?" she asked, more to herself then to Blaise as she looked around the kitchen.
"Wand." he stated.
"You just spell up some coffee anytime you want some?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah." he said. "No wonder you're so short, you rink coffee. Should have guessed that, probably drink it while you study all night. Study or read."
"Be quiet, and I'm not short!" she said, spelling up some coffee into a cup. She tasted it before making a face and pouring it down the drain. "That was horrid."
"Let me try." he said, saying a different spell. She looked at it suspiciously. "What?"
"This could be spiked or something." she stated.
"And I would want you drunk because?" he asked.
"I don't know." she admitted, taking a sip and making the same face. "Better, but still horrid. It's like drinking watery mud." she said, opening the little cupboard to find a coffee maker and all it's assets. She smiled as she set it up and watched it start to drip.
"What's that?" Blaise asked, looking at it.
"Coffee maker. You should try some, I mean if you can drink that stuff, fine, but I can't." Hermione said.
"Whatever." he said. "Why is it so slow?" He asked, watching it drip.
"It has to heat the water, let it sit with the ground beans and then it releases it into the pot." she said.
"I see." he said. "I'm bored." he stated a minute later.
"Well then go find something to do." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"That is a very dirty thing to say." he said.
"Only if you have a dirty mind." she said. "It's fine otherwise."
"You're talking to a boy, what do you expect? I swear that Potter and Weasley have to be gay if they don't ever say anything to that."
"They don't, and they aren't. Harry likes Ginny and Ron... I don't know. He use to like some HufflePuff but now I'm not sure." she said.
"Or they like you and are lying." Blaise said.
"Why would they like me when Harry could have almost any girl he wanted and Ron and me fight all the time?" she asked.
"Why would they befriend a nag?" he asked. "Seriously, you aren't half bad if you put a silencing spell on you and cloths that fit." he said, looking her up and down. She blushed.
"Whatever." she said, pouring a cup of coffee. Blaise snatched it from her and drank half of it as she watched, open mouthed.
"You're right, this is way better. You can get another glass right?" he said, finishing it off.
"That was so rude it's unbelievable!" she said.
"Aw, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help your height problem." he said, smirking.
"Just shut up." she said, pouring another glass, careful to keep it away from him.
"You know, I bet they really do like you more then a friend, they'd have to to put up with your mouth." Blaise said. "And I'm pretty sure you don't always wear a uniform. Tell me, are they around you more when you wear something else?"
"I don't think about these things so I have no idea." Hermione stated, putting her empty glass in the sink. "Besides, I don't wear revealing cloths and I'm almost always in my uniform."
"Odd, I'd figure you'd at least wear something different on the weekends." he said.
"I'm going to shower and change, give Draco food instead of cookies if he wakes up." she said, leaving.
"Okay, but don't be a freak and wear a school uniform." he said. She came back down half an hour later to find a clean and changed Blaise reading a book he had taken from her trunk as he laid on the couch. "You have odd books." he stated, looking up to see her wearing a baggy shirt and loose pants.
"No, they're interesting and why were you going through my things?" she asked, snatching the book from his hands.
"I was bored. Now give that back, I wasn't done." he said. She looked at him.
"What are you going to do about?" she said, snapping the book shut.
"And now I've lost my place!" he said, getting up and walking over to her. He snatched the book from her before she could blink. He leaned over so his nose was less then an inch from hers and smirked. "Now I have to start from the beginning all over again." He said. She quickly became away of how close he was. He picked her up in one swift motion and the book fell to the floor.
"Stop abusing my books." she said, trying to reach it.
"I'm sorry." he said, "It was either you or the book, because if I picked up the book you'd hit me with it."
"No, the book doesn't deserve that punishment." she said, trying to get down as he walked into the kitchen and set her on the counter. She looked at him. "I knew Slytherins were strange but this made no sense." she said.
"Sure it does, you just don't get it yet." he said as he leaned closer to her.
"I guess you're going to tell me why I'm sitting on a counter then?" she asked.
"Sort of." he said, before closing the gap between them, kissing her and surprising her. She shut her eyes on instinct but she tried to get away, realizing that was why she was on the counter, that, and they were the same height. She gave in a few moments later, his caresses weakening her self restraint easily. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he slid her easily to the edge of the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. She totally forgot who it was and where she was until she heard a door open and little feet walk down the hall. She immediately stopped and Blaise, catching on, helped her down.
"You're going to pay for that." she mumbled as she walked into the next room, hugging Draco before taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. "What would you like for breakfast?" she asked.
"Ice cream!" he said, "Ice cream and cookies!"
"Let's try again." she said. He frowned and pouted at her.
"Please?" he asked. Blaise looked at her. She smiled and Draco beamed.
"Not on your life sport." she said. He frowned and Blaise had to look the other way to keep from laughing.
"Your evil!" he said.
"No, I'm not, I'm just practical. Now, how about waffles?" she tried.
"I want Ice cream!" he said.
"You can have ice cream after dinner tonight if you eat your vegetables" she said.
"Told you." Blaise said.
"Blaise, can I have ice cream? Please?" he asked. Hermione glared at him.
"Sorry Draco, I'm not the guardian here, you're stuck with the evil meanie." he said. She slammed on his foot, hard. He stepped away from her, trying not to scream, wincing from pain.
"Then I'm not eating!" Draco said.
"Okay, then what do you want to do?" Hermione asked.
"Okay? Aren't you afraid I'm going to die?" he asked, shocked.
"No, if you pass out from not eating I get to stick a needle in your arm and feed you mashed up waffles and vegetables through it." she said.
"What?" Blaise and Draco asked in shock at the same time.
"Yup, I just magic up an IV and shove it in your arm. It doesn't hurt too much." she said.
"I changed my mind," Draco said, "I want waffles."
"That's what I thought." she said, taking a plate of waffles out of the magical microwave. She placed it on the table before putting a glass of milk beside it.
"You're creepy." Blaise mumbled to her as she passed by him. She glared at him. Blaise followed her to find her sitting on the couch, reading the book he had dropped earlier.
"You really have to make my life harder, don't you?" she asked.
"Aw, but it's fun." he said, sitting next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. She moved to the other side of the couch, as far away as possible. "What's wrong?" he asked, confused.
"You really don't get it, do you?" she asked. "I have to take care of Draco and having you stand there and say things like that don't help and then when I have some peace you sit there and complain you're bored." she snapped.
"Relax." he said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it bugged you so much." He gave her a hug and pulled her onto his lap as she buried her face into his shirt. They heard Draco get up from his chair, it making a squeaking noise as he carelessly pushed it back. She sighed and got up. Blaise watched from the doorway as she put the dishes in the sink and then took him up stairs and he listened from outside the door as she read to him. She was right, she was supposed to watch after Draco and he didn't realize that while he got to sit around for the past few days, she was cleaning up after him, cooking, putting him to bed and making sure he was entertained. A school owl flew to him and handed him some papers. He read them, they were school assignments. He scribbled a note to Dumbledore, sending them back. Hermione didn't need to be bothered by assignments over things she already knew, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Maybe him when she found out, but not her.
The rest of the day was spent following Draco in follow the leader, some muggle game Hermione had taught him and then playing Simon says, which Draco renamed Draco says. The sad thing was Hermione won every single game of Draco says because Blaise seemed distracted by something. She put Draco to bed and then walked downstairs to find Blaise starring at the ceiling, laying on the couch.
"What's wrong? You've been yelled at before I'm sure." she said.
"I have, but I don't think the person has ever had a good reason. I'm sorry Hermione." he said, sitting up.
"Don't be, I was just grumpy." she said, sitting on his lap and kissing him. He smiled into the kiss and she pushed him back down on the couch. In a flash, she was gone, and Blaise knew that leaving him wanting more was his punishment for kissing her, and for making her life harder. He walked up the stairs to find her already asleep, this time wearing her silk pajamas. He slipped off his pants but thought she'd freak if he wasn't wearing a shirt so slid under the covers with one on even though he never slept with one on.
The two teens were awoken by a little boy laying on top of them. Hermione turned to face him and scooted over so Draco could lay between the two. "What's wrong?" she asked, voice full of concern.
"I had a dream that some man was trying to kill me." he said. Hermione hugged Draco close to her chest as Blaise watched with slight envy. Hermione was so ignorant it wasn't funny. She was gorgeous with her chestnut curls and her perfect little body. She had no idea how badly Blaise had yearned to kiss her even before he was sent here. He fell asleep staring at Draco nestled close to Hermione. Draco always got what Blaise wanted at Hogwarts, and he was getting it now without knowing it too.
"Good morning!" Hermione said, jumping on top of Blaise. He groaned and rolled over.
"Five more minutes." he mumbled.
"It's almost lunch though." Hermione said with a pout. He reached up and pulled her down to him. He looked at her before kissing her forehead and closing his eyes.
"It's time to sleep though." he said. She laughed, pecking him on the lips and trying to get out of his grasp. "And you aren't going any where. Draco got you last not, I get you now."
"Selfish little boy." Hermione said. "You don't seem to like to share."
"Draco can have everything else." he said, "but I get you."
"Don't I get a say in this?" she asked.
"Not a peep." he said, smiling, his eyes still closed. She started squirming and Blaise opened his eyes. He rolled on top of her. "You move too much." he said, kissing her deeply, his arms tightening around her waist. She cut it short.
"Blaise..." she said, trailing off, looking at him, searching his face for something, anything. "What is this?" she asked.
"What is... what?" he asked, confused.
"What is it that we're doing?" she asked.
"Well we were kissing..." he said, smiling until he saw her frown. "Hermione, I like you a lot but we are stuck in this little house with a little kid who is so oblivious it isn't funny." he said.
"So what?" she asked. "We just keep this up until we get back to Hogwarts and then pretend nothing happened? It's not like it could work with houses."
"But it could Hermione. I don't care what people think and I don't think you do either. Besides, who is going to stop us?" he asked.
"Harry, Ron, Draco and probably some other people." she said.
"Draco wouldn't do anything to me and I can take Harry and Ron with my eyes closed." he said, kissing her. She smiled at him but sorrow was evident.
"You can't seriously be willing to give up every friendship you have to be hated by all Slytherins and probably Gryffindors just for me." she said.
"I can, and I am, the only question is are you willing to be hated even more by all the little Slytherin girls for taking me?" he asked, smirking.
"You're full of yourself." she said, smiling. "Besides, Harry and Ron will hate you, not me. They'll think you slipped me a love potion or something."
"How do you know I didn't put one in that coffee?" he asked.
"Because," she said, smirking, "I didn't swallow any of it." He looked a little shocked.
"I'm hurt." he said. She kissed him deeply, rolling them over so she was laying on him.
"Better?" she asked. He smirked.
"Nope." Blaise responded, "not by a long shot." He kissed her deeply, one of his hands making it's way up her back to the back of her head while the other arm was wrapped around her lower back. She had a hand on his chest and one around his neck, smiling into his kiss.
"We should close the door." Hermione said. Pulling out her wand she spelled it closed.
"Just to kiss?" he asked. She gave him a look before kissing him again.
"I wasn't thinking anything, and you shouldn't." she said.
"Oh, but you'd never know." he said. She frowned at him. "What?" he asked.
"I hear something." she said. Blaise listened closely and heard Draco, he was talking.
"Shit!" Blaise said, jumping up and running out the door. Moments later he was back, Draco in his arms. "The Death Eaters are back and they were trying to levitate Draco out of his window." Blaise said, setting the shivering boy onto her lap.
"It's okay baby." she said. "You're safe now." She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her chest. "Maybe we should take a nap." she said, laying down, pulling the covers over him. She started to sing softly in another language Blaise picked up as French. He fell asleep almost instantly, the last image he saw was Draco asleep in Hermione's arms.
"You know," Dumbledore said, watching them from the mirror. "Draco seems to be growing slower then expected."
"Is that all you have to say about your three students!" McGonagol said, shocked.
"I have to agree," Snape said, "I think I'm scarred for life." McGonagol glared at him.
"What else is there to say?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"What about the two teen..." McGonagol trailed off, seeing a look of knowing written all over Dumbledore's face.
"Why couldn't we have slipped them a love potion?" Snape snapped. "It would have been easier then having classes where no one knows the answer. Potter and Weasley are failing."
"Same in my class," McGonagol said with a frown. "I never realized how much they relied on her."
"Exactly!" Dumbledore said. "They rely on her so much she never has a chance to do anything for herself. Look however, at what happens to her when she's with Mr. Zabini. She smiles now, she doesn't sit and correct him or worry about him in the least. She knows he can take care of not only himself, but the Death Eaters. She even let's him protect Mr. Malfoy she is so confident with his ability. Do you not see what she will gain from this?"
"Trust." McGonagol said, beaming.
"A Slytherin boyfriend who will break her heart the second they step back on the grounds." Snape said. "Blaise is such a liar it isn't funny, his father will have his head!"
"Ah," Dumbledore, "but Severus, Mr. Zabini doesn't date girls which are hard to... as they put it now a days, lay, and Miss Granger told him straight out at the begaining, she is. Why then, would he bother with her?"
"She happens to be the only girl in a fifty mile range." Snape said.
"And by the time he's back, and even now, he yearns for Miss Granger, not for someone to sleep next to him." Dumbledore said. "Severus, you are not naive with matters of the heart. You just happen to be too pessimistic."
"Sorry," Snape said, "but I just saw a Gryffindor know it all cuddle two of my brightest students within ten minutes, I'm not in a good mood."
"It's alright Severus, I understand you dislike Miss Granger, but just think of all the trouble Mr. Zabini has caused you in the past five years, she'll keep him out of your... hair." Dumbledore said.
"I suppose." he said, stiffly. McGonagol smiled, she loved it when Dumbledore showed Snape up, it was why she became a teacher, or at least one reason.