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Hermione got ready that morning on autopilot. She woke up and took a shower like she always did. She put her hair into a simple ponytail and got dressed. She barely looked her appearance over in the mirror before leaving her dorm, not even bothering to greet her dorm mate. She walked along the corridors at a brisk pace, tightening her sweater around her. It was quite chilly, but Hermione hardly noticed. To be honest, she was still a bit dazed after what had happened last night. She breezed past talkative students, too focused on food to notice the gazes and murmurs that followed her. Not to mention the curious and suspicious glances. Her mind was somewhere else entirely…
She waltzed into the Great Hall, taking no note of how the noise diminished upon her arrival before starting up again. She didn't even greet her fellow housemates as she took her seat at the end of the table, where she normally sat since her fight with Ron and Harry and the one with Ginny. She heaved a sigh and began to shakily shovel food onto her plate when two familiar boys plopped down in front of her. She looked up, startled out of her thoughts.
"What," she tentatively asked.
They were angry with her and they were supposed to be doing what they normally did when they got mad at her; shut her out. Why were they here, especially today of all days? She frowned at the looks on their faces. They looked almost…sad and scared. Definitely scared. She glanced around, noticing the discreet looks that were being thrown their way. She glanced away with a gulp as she caught Dean's worried glance. Her eyes flickered to the Slytherin table to see that even eyes from over there were on her. Was it possible that everyone knew?
"Hermione, are you okay," Harry hesitantly asked.
Yes, yes, it was definitely possible that everyone knew. Why else would her friends, who were supposed to be mad at her, be sitting here with her inquiring about her health…physical or otherwise? Hermione licked her lips.
"What do you mean," she asked, avoiding eye contact.
She looked up as Harry grabbed her hand, eyebrows furrowed, forcing her to drop her fork. It messily clattered into her plate. Harry looked nothing but serious as he stared at her, nostrils flaring. Ron's expression mirrored his although it looked as if Ron was going to be sick…really sick.
"You know exactly what we're talking about. It's all over school…"
Hermione fidgeted and adjusted her position in her seat at this new piece of information, pulling her hand away from his. So she was right after all…
"I don't want to talk about this," she quietly responded, suddenly very uncomfortable.
"Well, that's too bad! What the bloody hell happened, Hermione? Zabini is in the infirmary…," Harry began.
"…and Lavender has detention," Ron finished.
Hermione exhaled before pushing her plate away from her.
"People are talking, Hermione. They're saying that…," Harry trailed off.
She looked up at him, eyes narrowed.
"Harry, drop it. I mean it. I'm not discussing anything with you."
"Why not? We're your friends and we're worried-"
"Ha! My friends. Last time I checked, the two of you were acting like immature little brats simply because I found other ways to occupy my time," she snapped.
She really didn't want to talk about this. Where did they get off anyway? One minute, they were shutting her out and the next they were all over her, sick with grief and worry.
"Yeah and look where it got you," Ron snapped.
Hermione bit her lip before heaving a sigh and reaching for her bag.
"No, wait, Hermione… I didn't mean that-"
"You know what, that's a really bad habit, Ronald…saying things you don't mean. One of these days it's going to be something that you can't take back," Hermione said before rising and exiting the Great Hall.
She practically jogged down the corridors, eager to get away from prying eyes. Hermione didn't want to discuss anything with them...
"Do you want anything to eat? Drink," she offered as she walked towards the kitchen.
"No, thank you," he replied as he sank down into the couch.
She turned to look at him.
"Are you sure?"
He threw her a dazzling smile over his shoulder.
"I'm sure, Hermione. You go finish getting dressed."
"O-okay. I'll be quick," she said before running up to her room.
She immediately went back to digging around in her wardrobe, looking for some black sneakers that she knew she brought with her. She sighed in relief and had just put her hand on them when…
"Need any help?"
Hermione's head banged into the side of the wardrobe as she was startled. She pulled her head out and landed on her bum before turning around to look up at him with a small, embarrassed smile. He leaned against her door frame, hands stuffed into his pockets as he smirked at her, a vision in all black. It was very Draco like…huh.
"No, I got them," she breathed as she held them up.
"Here let me help," he offered as he walked towards her and sat down across from her, taking one of the shoes.
"Oh, you don't have to…," she trailed off as she realized that he was ignoring her protest.
"I want to, Hermione," he said as he glanced up at her.
"Well…thank you. That's very kind of you," she said.
She watched as he handled her feet with the utmost care, as if he wasn't just simply putting her shoes on for her. Hermione found herself staring at his fingers. They looked really soft, as if he hadn't done a day's worth of hard work in his life. Draco's hands had been somewhere in between. They were definitely calloused and…manly, but it wasn't overly so to the point that they were rough. They were just…firm. A firm hand for a firm grip… Hermione blinked and shook her head, wondering why on earth she was thinking about her asshole of a dorm mate.
"I just want to say that…I like you, Hermione. Probably more than I'm willing to admit," he suddenly said as he tied her laces.
Hermione blinked with a small blush.
"Really? Why," she found herself asking.
"Why not," he countered.
She shrugged.
"I don't know. It's just that…I mean I'm not exactly anything special. To be honest, I still have a hard time believing that you even asked me out to begin with," she answered.
Blaise finished her last laces and looked at her with a small smile. He reached up and ran his thumb along her eyebrow before tucking a few curls behind her ear.
"I disagree," he said before leaning in and brushing his lips against hers.
She reached up to clasp her fingers around his neck before running them up to his hair. All too soon, though, he pulled away. He smirked at her and she realized that she didn't do well in hiding her disappointment.
"We should go," he said as he stood, bringing her with him.
Hermione quickly gathered her things and was practically the first one out of the classroom as they were dismissed. She all but ran through the corridor, doing her best to get away from her friends and any other curious classmates. She kept her head down and eyes on the floor in order to avoid having to talk to anyone who was bold enough to ask.
"I heard that he got a little too frisky and Granger socked him right in the nose…"
"You know, they say she punched Malfoy years ago. Old habits die hard, I guess…"
"Apparently, Lavender and Blaise had been having something on the side for a while now and she caught him with Hermione…"
"Where on earth are you getting this from? Lavender saved Hermione because she's got the hots for the Golden Girl. I saw them going off to the Heads' dorm a few days ago…"
Hermione bit her lip and forced herself to resist the urge to turn around and tell all of the nosy buggers of this school to mind their own damn business. As if anyone would actually believe any of this crap that they were spewing. It was none of their concern. She sighed in relief when she found herself in an empty corridor, her shoulders sagging with released tension. She was just about to pass another corridor when a hand reached out and yanked her in. She almost screamed with fright when her back met the bumpy wall, but immediately relaxed upon seeing a familiar face.
A finger was pressed to his lips as he indicated for her to not panic while the other hand was over her mouth. Once her breathing returned to normal, he let go of her and took a step back. She glared at him as he flicked a lock of pale blond hair out of his eye. She glanced around and thanked Merlin that nobody was around.
"What do you want? Huh? Are you here to gloat, to rub it in my face that you were right and I was wrong," she demanded as her eyes settled on him.
"I-"
"Fine! Fine, okay? You were right. I acted like an arrogant know-it-all and it came back to bite me in the butt. Of course, why wouldn't you be right? You grew up with him! You know him way better than I…than I thought I did," she whispered.
She fisted her hands into her hair.
"Ugh! How could I be so stupid? I acted like some vapid, hip-swinging, hair-twirling, bubblegum popping airhead all because he was showing me the littlest bit of attention. What is wrong with me," she ranted.
"Hermione…"
"I mean, the signs were there. They were all there and I ignored every single one of them! I-"
"I was just going to ask how you were," he interrupted.
Hermione paused, taken aback as she blinked up at him. His expression was unreadable, giving away nothing. She tilted her head to the side. What?
"What?"
Draco heaved an exasperated sigh before leaning against the opposite wall, one knee bent and the other foot on the floor while he crossed his arms over his chest, hair falling over his forehead. His words betrayed his nonchalant appearance.
"I got you alone to ask how you were holding up, not to brag…"
"You wanted to ask how I'm doing…?"
"Yes, for Merlin's sake-"
"Why," she asked.
"What?"
"Why do you want to know how I'm doing," she elaborated.
Draco Malfoy didn't ask about the wellbeing of…anyone.
"I…I felt bad, alright," he said with a shrug.
"You felt bad?"
"Yes! Damn, Hermione, are you going to repeat everything I say," he exclaimed.
Hermione flushed with embarrassment.
"No, I just… I'm trying to understand. I can't wrap my head around Draco Malfoy feeling bad for anyone. So, let me get this straight. You, I assume, followed me and hid out here, waiting to get me alone so that you could corner me to ask how I'm doing because you felt bad… Is that correct," she questioned.
His silence was the only answer she needed. She suddenly laughed, causing him to glare at her.
"Wow, I must have a magical nectar in between my legs or something-"
"For the love of-"
"No, really. This is great! We can bottle this stuff up and sell it on the streets," she continued.
Draco's face suddenly morphed into one of extreme anger.
"Seriously? You're joking, right now? How can you even kid after everything? He tried to-"
Draco angrily cut himself off as he pushed away from the wall. Hermione realized that right now was probably not the best time to make jokes. She watched with interest as he began to pace, suddenly feeling insensitive. Although, she couldn't understand why she was feeling insensitive when she was the one who was almost… She shook her head. Why does he care so much anyway?
"I'm sorry, okay? I don't know how to deal with this. As you know, I'm new to this whole dating thing or anything that involves one guy and one girl, really. I've never found myself in a situation like that, not even close. It doesn't help that the whole school knows and everybody just wants to know what happened. Surprisingly, you're probably the only person who just genuinely wants to know how I'm doing. We still haven't fully discussed why that is…," she trailed off.
Draco heaved a sigh before running his fingers through his hair.
"I was…an ass. I acted like such an ass before the stupid date and maybe if I hadn't have acted that way and left in such a hurry, I could have been there when he showed up. I could have done something…I know how he operates by now. I would have known…"
Hermione suddenly found herself feeling angry and she took a step towards him.
"Don't do that. This is my fault, not yours. You did your part. You warned me, you told me and I didn't even really listen. I believed him so easily and I didn't even consider the fact that he could have been lying. I am the arrogant girl who thought she knew what she was doing only to realize too late that she was in way over her head, not you. For once, you actually tried to do the right thing and I practically spat it back in your face. I'm sorry," Hermione forced out through clenched teeth.
Apologizing to Draco Malfoy really took a lot out of her. It was hard enough to admit that she was wrong and he was right. He exhaled with a nod, accepting her apology…
"Is this even allowed," she questioned as they sat down on the blanket.
"…sure."
She eyed him with suspicion, but couldn't help the small smile that broke out over her face. She looked around in awe. They were having a picnic…at night…on the Quidditch pitch. Normally she'd be making a fuss about the blatant disregard of school rules, but Blaise had done something nice and incredibly romantic. She couldn't find it in herself to even be a little irritated. There were a few candles floating around them to provide them with some much needed light. A large and comfortable blanket was beneath them and an impressive three course meal was laid out before them. Hermione looked up at the stars… They were so plentiful.
"You sure go all out," she said as she looked back at him.
He shrugged with a mischievous smirk before offering her a croissant. She eagerly took the French pastry.
"So…I take it that you and Draco aren't friends," she said, trying to start conversation.
Her statement was rewarded with an amused chuckle as he poured some fancy wine into their glasses.
"Slytherins don't have friends."
"Oh, well, that's awfully depressing," she replied.
He shrugged.
"Well, I take it that the two of you aren't exactly friendly then," she corrected.
"We were, once upon a time, but as we got older, it became obvious that there was this unspoken competition between the two of us," he answered.
"Who was the first to officially declare war," she questioned, curious.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Take one guess…"
She laughed with a nod.
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"He's competitive like that," Blaise laughed.
"I suppose that he is. You know, sometimes I forget that his marks are right behind mine. It must have sucked for him, growing up, having a mudblood like me best him in everything…"
She had never really thought about it before. She imagined that it must have been hell, especially with a father like Lucius Malfoy.
"Don't tell me that you're feeling sorry for the likes of him," Blaise murmured from behind his glass.
She blinked at him as he gazed at her, his eyes betraying nothing.
"Oh, no. I was just…making an observation, that's all," she quietly responded.
He hummed as he set the empty cup down and looked at her. She felt very small all of a sudden…
Hermione gazed at the pacing girl in sympathy. Lavender's blonde mess of ringlets bounced around her shoulders as she moved back and forth. Hermione leaned against the wall, right next to the doors as Lavender bit her nails. The other witch suddenly shook her head.
"I can't-I-I don't think I can do this," she breathed as she turned to face Hermione.
Hermione walked towards Lavender and laid her hand on her shoulder.
"You wanted this, remember? You want to make him pay, right," Hermione questioned.
"I do! I do, so much, but I…I'm not you. Besides, what are people going to say? I don't even have the right to be all that upset because it's not like I'm the most respectable girl," Lavender said.
"So what? Does that mean that you don't deserve to be treated right? Does that mean that you don't have feelings just like everyone else? Your virtue, or lack thereof, does not equate your worth. You deserve better and he needs to know just how much he's hurt you," Hermione said with conviction.
Lavender exhaled with a nod before a tentative smile broke out over her face.
"Thank you…Hermione. I mean that. I don't think I could even do this if you hadn't… I owe you so much-"
"No, no," Hermione interrupted.
She frantically shook her head as tears began to pool in her eyes.
"You don't owe me anything. I am the one who owes you. If not for you-"
Hermione broke off, taking a deep breath to compose herself.
"It's alright."
"No, it isn't. You have detention every night for the next month because of me and my stupidity, my arrogance, my-"
"I told you, Hermione, its fine. I get it, you didn't want anyone to know the truth. You just wanted to put it all behind you. Believe me when I say I understand. I've been there," Lavender said with a shrug.
Hermione's eyes widened, horrified as the meaning of Lavender's words sank in.
"You have," Hermione gasped.
Lavender nodded with a sheepish smile.
"A girl like me…well, statistically speaking, a good number of all of the many guys I've found myself alone with weren't exactly going to be gentlemen. I've had to get a little aggressive more than once…"
Hermione covered her mouth in shock.
"I'm so sorry. Even if…nothing happened that's still horrible to experience. Especially more than once…it must have been very terrifying," Hermione said.
Lavender shrugged.
"I've learned from my mistakes. Now, enough of this. You don't owe me anything because I was just doing the right thing. So, how about I go in there and ruin Ron's day," Lavender asked with a smile.
Hermione took a deep breath before smiling with a nod.
"Tell me, why is it that you never succumbed to his charms," he suddenly asked.
Hermione choked on her drink, almost spitting it out as she shakily set her glass down.
"W-what?"
"You heard me…"
Hermione stood, offended.
"Excuse me, but this is supposed to be a date, is it not? Why on earth are we discussing-"
"It's hardly a discussion, Hermione. I asked a simple question… I did not mean to offend you and if I did, I am sorry," he slowly responded.
Hermione swallowed as she reluctantly sat back down. She began to flush with embarrassment as she realized that she may have overreacted. She cleared her throat.
"I apologize. I simply…well, I took your question the wrong way. To answer, I do not find him appealing."
"I find that hard to believe. Even you of all people must find something attractive-"
"No, no. I didn't say anything about attraction. He is attractive, no matter how much I'm reluctant to admit that, and anyone who says differently is lying. I said that I do not find him appealing. He's foul and rude and pompous and…"
And you slept with him.
"And you like him," he said with a smirk.
"Excuse me? How do you figure," she practically shrieked.
This date was not going as expected…at all. Blaise chuckled, a deep, husky sound.
"You're going to such great lengths to insult him. Not to mention that you almost stormed out of here when all I did was ask why you haven't fallen into his bed yet?"
"Well, surely you can see why such a question would rub me the wrong way," she said.
She wasn't comfortable with this conversation at all. Why on earth would Blaise even say such a thing? She watched as Blaise set down his glass.
"You can't blame me for being curious. It's the classic case of opposites attracting. You're this intelligent, overbearing Virgin Mary who always does the right thing, no offense intended. Draco is a laidback, rude and pompous womanizer who couldn't care less about something as insignificant as rules. I figured it was only a matter of time before the two of you pounced and ripped each other's clothes off…literally," he said.
Hermione found herself giggling.
"You actually believe in that whole opposites attract nonsense?"
"You once felt something for Weasley…did you not?"
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but immediately closed it, pursing her lips. Blaise may have had a point. Ron was, for all intents and purposes, her opposite in practically every way. She wasn't agreeing with his whole theory on Draco, not at all, but at least she and Draco had a few similarities. Their drive to excel for one. She frowned as she realized that she couldn't even think of why she had been interested in Ron to begin with. They had nothing in common.
"Come to think of it, the weasel and Draco are not all that different," he continued.
Hermione scoffed.
"Pray tell…"
"Let's see…they are both arrogant, hotheaded so-and-so's who can't stand being wrong. Weasley being more hotheaded than Draco, of course. They're both easily jealous, but once again, Weasley more so than Draco simply because there are very few things in this world that Draco wants, but can't have. Both of them are kind of impulsive and of course…they're both pureblood."
Hermione pursed her lips again as he once again proved her wrong. He was doing that a lot lately and she wasn't sure how she felt about that, to be honest.
"Well…aren't you clever," she finally said.
"No, just observational, but I am clever too," he pointed out.
"So, what was the point of this? All of this talk about my dorm mate, I mean…"
He pointed to her.
"There is your answer. He's your dorm mate, the two of you live together. I was just curious about the nature of your relationship is all…"
"Why?"
He exhaled before tilting his head to the side.
"Let's just say that…Draco isn't the only one who doesn't take competition too well."
Hermione watched from the doors as Lavender stormed over to the Gryffindor table. Ron looked up at her with a smile and a greeting on his lips, looking away from Harry, when Lavender stopped him with a slap. Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. The sound echoed throughout the hall, drawing everyone's attention to the fighting couple.
"Ronald Weasley…I liked you. I liked you a lot, in fact, and you repay me but sleeping around with Parvati?."
"Lav I-"
"I don't want to hear it! There is nothing that you can say that is going to change my mind. I held out hope like the brainless idiot that I am, and now I just feel so stupid," she interrupted.
Hermione walked towards them as Ron stood, face matching his hair as his fists clenched.
"Where are you even getting this hogwash from, Lavender? I wouldn't touch Parvati with a ten foot pole, you know that! Who told you that I-"
"I did," Hermione quietly cut him off as she stepped beside Lavender.
Lavender turned to look at Hermione in shock. Hermione understood why. Her telling Ron that she was the one who told Lavender was not part of the plan, but Hermione didn't see the point in hiding. That wasn't who she was. Ron looked at her, a myriad of emotions crossing his features before his face finally decided to settle on betrayal.
"What," he whispered.
"I told her," she said more clearly.
"Why? Why would you do that," he quietly pleaded.
"She was…a mess, Ronald. I mean, what else was I supposed to do while she was standing there, crying, over you no less, and begging to know the truth? Was I supposed to look her in the eyes and lie to her face," Hermione questioned.
"Yes! You're supposed to be my friend, Hermione! You're supposed to be on my side-"
"Yeah, because you're always on my side," she sarcastically threw out.
"No, I may not always be on your side, but I would have had your back. I would have done it for you," he hissed.
"No, you wouldn't have," she snapped.
"You don't know what I would have done! Heh, you give Harry and I grief for getting into your personal business and look at you. Of course, high and mighty Hermione can do no wrong. She does whatever she wants and it's always somehow the right thing to do," he scoffed.
"Now, wait just a minute, Ron! I brought her into this, remember? She didn't go looking for any of this! This is my doing so don't go screaming at her," Lavender said.
"I can say whatever the hell I want to say to her! She shouldn't go sticking her nose where it doesn't belong," he snarled.
"I am the one who made this her business."
Ron glared at Lavender before turning his gaze onto Hermione. Hermione stared back as he stepped towards her.
"From day one, you were always a nosy little know-it-all who thought herself above everyone else. You think you'd learn after last night," he whispered.
Hermione grabbed Lavender's arm as the other girl stepped forward.
"Now you're just another name on the endless list of Zabini's conquests," he hissed before sitting back down.
Harry stared at the two of them in shock, not exactly sure what to do. Hermione glared at Ron as the Great Hall slowly began to fill with the noise of chatter.
"Let's go," Hermione said as she tugged on Lavender's arm, leading her out of the hall, ignoring Harry as he called her name.
Hermione swallowed as he looked at her.
"We're…frenemies," she quietly said.
Who have also had mind-blowing sex, but that's not important.
"You can't really fault me for being curious, Hermione. I just want to know what I'm getting into-"
"And what do you think you're getting into, Blaise," she demanded.
He smirked.
"You, hopefully…a relationship with you, I mean," he added, causing her to sigh in relief.
"That's awfully bold of you. We've only been on two dates and we're in the middle of the second one right now."
"I know what I want."
He gets what he wants. Hermione swallowed, again, as he leaned towards her.
"I like you. I was under the impression that you like me too," he said as she pressed her hands against his chest.
"I-I do, but I barely know you outside of what I've heard," she shakily replied.
She wasn't used to someone being so…forward.
"Then let's remedy that and get to know each other," he said just before his lips crashed into hers.
The food was forgotten as she clutched his arm and gasped in shock when she found herself on her back, his muscular form covering her own. His tongue slipped past her lips, drawing another gasp and moan from her. This wasn't like her at all. She had never really gone on a date, but she was certain that she wasn't the type of girl who got hot and heavy on the second date! She had put her other hand on his chest and began to sit up when he grabbed her thigh, hooking it around his waist and forcing her back to reconnect with the ground. She let out an "oomph" as she fell back down.
She put pressure on his chest, hoping that he would get the message, but no such thing happened. She let out a gasp as his lips grazed her cheek before latching onto her neck. She involuntarily arched her back as he pressed himself into her.
"Blaise…"
He made a humming sound, clearly mistaking her warning for encouragement. She opened her mouth to make herself clear when his lips caught hers in another kiss. She turned her head away and used all of her strength to shove him away from her. He looked down at her with a perplexed expression, eyes swimming with poorly concealed desire.
"What-"
"What kind of girl do you think I am? On the Quidditch pitch, no less!"
"We can go somewhere else, if you want…"
Hermione blinked in amazement. Wow…
"No! I'm not going anywhere with you! I'm not having sex with you," she firmly stated as she looked up at him, leaning back on her elbows as he hovered over her.
He frowned.
"I thought you said you liked me."
"I do, but that doesn't mean I want to have sex with you. Besides, it's only the second date," she explained as if talking to a four year old.
His frown depend as he let out a scoff.
"Do you realize that I can't even remember the last time I had to even put together a second date for a girl?"
Now it was Hermione's turn to scoff.
"Well, I apologize, your highness that you had to go through such great lengths for me. However, I am sure that there are plenty of girls in this school who would be more than happy to open their legs for you. Unfortunately, I am not one of them," she snapped as she pushed him off of her and stood up.
Hermione shook her head in disbelief as she began to brush herself off. She heard him exhale…
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm just…I'm not used to girls like you, I apologize. Let me walk you back-"
"I'll be fine," she angrily replied.
Merlin, she couldn't believe that Draco had actually been right. She was never going to hear the end of it.
"Look, I actually feel bad, Hermione. I don't want the night to be a complete disaster. At least, let me walk you back to your dorm. Please…"
She heaved a sigh as she looked at him before reluctantly nodding.
"Fine," she breathed as she began to walk off of the pitch.
"That was quite a show…"
Hermione heaved a long, drawn out sigh as she plopped down onto the couch next to him. The coffee table was covered in parchment and books, one of which was currently being read by her dorm mate. She rubbed her temple as she thought about the lovely entertainment she had just given everyone for dinner in the hall. She shook her head in disbelief at herself…
"I really don't want to talk about it. I wasn't even planning to get involved, but I couldn't just leave her out there to take his wrath by herself. I know how Ron can be," she said matter-of-factly.
"I wasn't aware that you and Brown were buddy-buddy," he dryly commented.
"We're not…well, at least we weren't, but she was all heartbroken about Ron and then last night-"
"So, it's true. She was there last night," he said as he finally glanced up at her.
"Yeah, she was…," Hermione breathed.
"What the hell do you think you are doing," she shrieked as Blaise slammed her back into the wall, his arms caging her in.
"I don't get it, Hermione. You say you like me, so what's the problem," he hissed.
"The problem is that I'm just not that kind of girl! I'm sorry if that disappoints you, but I'm sure you'll manage," she snapped as she shoved against him.
"You know what? I don't think I will manage. You see, because you're kind of hurting my pride here, Hermione."
"Well, that sounds like a personal, problem, Blaise," she spat.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You're fit, but you're not fit enough to just turn me down. I thought that the whole frigid bitch act was just an act," he snapped.
She gasped and struck him, satisfied when his head snapped to the side. How dare he speak to her like that!
"You don't know anything about me. Gosh, I cannot believe that Draco was right about you. I feel like the biggest idiot in the world for defending you," she hissed.
He leaned in as he glared down at her.
"Yes, your smart little dorm mate. Guess how much I'm willing to bet that you've opened your legs for him," he whispered.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat in her chest as her eyes widened. He doesn't know anything…
"So, that's what this is about? You're trying to use me as a pawn in your rivalry with him? Please," she scoffed.
Blaise stared at her, an unreadable expression on his face before he smiled.
"You two hooked up-"
"No, we didn't and I'd appreciate you not broadcasting that embarrassing lie," she said.
She pressed her back into the wall as he leaned in, his obsidian eyes raking over her form.
"Just how appreciative are you," he purred.
"You disgust me," she sneered as she finally successfully shoved him away from her.
"That's not what you were saying at the book shop or the Quidditch Pitch…"
She took a step forward.
"Yeah, because that was before I knew just how sleazy you were. Don't talk to me again, in fact, don't even look my way. You're a vile pig and I want nothing to do with you," she spat just before she began to leave him in the corridor.
She hissed in pain when he grabbed her wrist and spun her around. She yelped in shock as the backside of his hand connected with her cheek, forcing her to stumble. Before she could even right herself, he had tackled her onto the floor. She struggled as she fought against his wandering hands.
"Get off of me, now," she demanded.
"What makes you so special, huh? You're not any better than the rest," he snapped as he ripped the neckline of her shirt.
Hermione began to panic. No, he was just trying to scare her… He had to be.
"This isn't funny! Get off of me," she shrieked as she reached for her wand in her pocket.
Blaise grabbed her hands and pinned them down beside her head before leaning down to nip the side of her neck. Hermione clenched her teeth as she tried to bring her knee up, only to have him move his thighs to straddle her, holding her legs in place.
"Blaise, stop! Get off of me," she desperately screamed as she bucked against him.
"Everte Statum!"
Hermione hurriedly sat up as Blaise flew back, his back connecting with the floor…hard. Hermione panted as hurried footsteps came her way.
"Hermione? Are you alright?"
Hermione blinked the tears away as she looked up at the other girl. Lavender stared at Hermione with a mixture of disbelief and concern. She looked as if she was just realizing what had just happened. Hermione swallowed and jerkily nodded her head.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. Thank you," she breathed.
"No problem. I…," Lavender trailed off as she stared ahead.
Hermione slowly followed her gaze to the still form of Blaise Zabini. Hermione stood up on shaky legs with panic. Lavender clutched her arm and they looked at each other, Hermione worried and Lavender frightened. Lavender shook her head. Hermione took cautious steps forward out of Lavender's grasp and gasped in fright. Lavender ran next to her and let out a small shriek before covering her mouth with her hands. Hermione stared, open mouthed, as a small pool of blood began to grow under Blaise's head.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione whispered.
"Is he…is he dead," Lavender desperately asked.
"I don't…I don't know," Hermione whispered as she knelt down and put her head to his chest.
She could hear Lavender pacing behind her. Hermione sighed in relief and shook her head.
"No, he's alive! I don't know for how much longer though. We have to get him to the infirmary," Hermione said.
"What is going on here?"
They both looked behind them in shock at the shining tip of a wand. On the other end, was the Headmistress herself.
"Professor McGonagall…," Hermione began as she stood.
"What in the-oh my. What happened," the older witch demanded as her eyes landed on the unconscious Slytherin.
Hermione opened and closed her mouth as she and Lavender glanced at each other.
"I…he-"
"I did it! I was angry with him and I said the first spell that came to mind. I didn't that he'd…," Lavender trailed off.
Hermione stared at the blonde in shock.
"You were angry with him…? What in blazes did he do," Professor McGonagall worriedly inquired.
"You know…lovers' quarrel," Lavender lied with a shrug.
"Lavender…no-"
"Very well. Ms. Granger, you best be heading back to your dormitory. I will take it from here," Professor McGonagall dismissed as she knelt down beside the dark haired boy.
Hermione blinked at Lavender as the other girl shook her head.
"Go," Lavender mouthed.
Hermione reluctantly began to back up before running back to her dorm.
Hermione shook her head of the memory before glancing at her dorm mate. She swallowed as she prepared herself for what she was about to ask.
"Draco…," she quietly began.
He looked at her from beneath his lashes, dazzling her for a few seconds before she shook herself out of it. She licked her lips and noticed that his eyes zeroed in on the movement.
"When…when we had that fight in the kitchen about Blaise…? W-when you said-"
"I know what I said."
She sighed in relief.
"You wouldn't actually do that, though, right? I-I mean…you were just angry, right," she asked.
She stared at him as he stared back at her, an unreadable expression on his face. She felt her shoulders tensing up again as more seconds ticked by.
"Draco…?"
He looked away from her, turning his head to look towards their room doors. Hermione clenched her jaw and wrapped her small hand around his arm, forcing him to look at her.
"Tell me that you wouldn't actually do that. We have a deal. Do you understand? The only reason…the main reason I went to you was because I thought I could trust you to keep this hush hush. I thought that you'd want to keep quiet about it just as much as I would."
"I did," he finally said.
"Did? What does that mean? What is that supposed to mean, Draco?"
Hermione felt like she was going to spew chunks…everywhere. This could not be happening… Draco ran his hand through his hair before standing.
"Goodnight, Hermione-"
"No! No," she shrieked as she stood with him.
She yanked on his arm as he made to walk away from her.
"You cannot do this to me! Do you hear me? You can't go back on our agreement. "
"Minds change," he replied.
"Well yours better not," she snapped.
"And what are you going to do if it does," he hissed as he pressed his nose against hers.
Hermione leaned back with a gulp.
"I-"
"You'll what," he mocked.
Hermione opened her mouth before slamming it shut with a huff. She looked away from him, fidgeting. Draco chuckled.
"Should have made an Unbreakable Vow," he said with a shrug, smirking.
"Draco, I know that you are a lot of things, but I didn't think that you were someone who went back on their word. I thought that I could trust you with this. Please, don't prove me wrong," she pleaded.
He let out a long exhale before licking his lips.
"Fine. I won't say anything. I'll hold up my end of the deal if…"
"If what," she desperately asked.
He looked down at her, silver connecting with brown. Hermione blinked as he reached up to brush her curls behind her shoulder as he tilted his head to the side, eyes dancing with mischief.
"If you have sex with me again."
Don't kill me!