366 prompt: Crush

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Defence Against the Dark Arts - Task: Write about a character of your choice being shocked in a situation in which they are unable to move. Whether it be out of happiness, surprise, anger, fear, pleasure or whatever your minds can come up with, its entirely your choice.

The Valentines Making Station - Green: Write about a Slytherin.

The Chocolate Frog Challenge - (Bronze) Caradoc Dearborn - Challenge: Write about an escape.

Wait For Me

Hermione/Blaise

Hermione couldn't help but enjoy the way Blaise's eyes lingered on her. If what Harry was saying was true, it meant that the universe had decided that Blaise was her soul-mate - her perfect match.

She finished her Transfiguration essay, laying it out for the ink to dry, before sneaking another look at Blaise from across the library. He glanced up at the same time, and their eyes locked.

He smirked at her, and she raised her eyebrows back. She wasn't going to look away from him like some embarrassed little schoolgirl with a crush.

He was the one after her... or so Harry said.

...oOo...

Hermione ran away from the Room of Requirement, hearing footsteps close behind her. Everyone had scattered in each and every direction, and Hermione only knew she had to get to the Common Room, or somewhere safe. She couldn't worry about her friends now.

But where was safe these days? Hogwarts was becoming less and less so.

She turned down another hallway, casting a hasty silencing charm on her feet, but it didn't help. The footsteps were gaining on her now, and it was seconds before her arm was grabbed and she was pulled into an alcove.

"Secret group? What were you thinking?" Blaise hissed.

She defiantly met his gaze. "I was thinking that we need to be smart and learn to defend ourselves."

"By going against the Ministry? There are better ways." Hermione shifted, but his hands remained on her forearms. "Stop being so stupid," he warned.

"Stupid? What happens when he returns, Blaise. I can't stick my head in the sand, I'll be a target, I am a muggleborn after all."

She could see the cool façade slipping. "I'll think of a way to protect -"

"You? Why you? You don't owe me anything," Hermione said. "You're neutral, and if you're found protecting me..."

"My mother would be at risk," he muttered. His face lit up, a wide smile on his lips. "You really think that you-know-who can handle my mother? Maybe setting her on him is the way to defeat him?"

"So, you believe he's back?"

"I do," Blaise said. "I'll draw them away. Stay here for a bit, as they'll be patrolling. I'll come back when it's safe and I'll get you back."

"Why should I trust you?" she asked, softly.

"Why indeed? I've just stopped you getting caught. I'm not going to force you to wait here."

"Why do you even care?"

"I care," he murmured, closing the distance. Lips brushed hers, as though expecting her to pull away. When she tilted her head to give him better access, he deepened it, learning her mouth, memorising how soft her lips were and the perfect noise she made as her breath hitched.

All too soon it was over and he was gone. Hermione stood, frozen in shock in the alcove, unable to believe what had just happened.

...oOo...

"You waited," he said, smiling widely. "I wasn't sure if you would." Lips found hers once more.

500 Words

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