When you peel back the rind,
What else will you find?
Is there anything left behind?
I'm all empty inside.
I walk a lonely road
It's the only one I've ever known.
I do not know where it goes.
I'm only made of flesh and bone.
Perhaps when the sun goes down,
I will remember not to drown.
Perhaps when the starlit sky is set,
I will remember you and not forget.
Hermione was about jumping out of her skin. She'd been that way since an hour after the conversation with the dark-skinned Slytherin. She already knew her answer, and she didn't want to have to wait. She'd been over the answer five times, and her curiosity was driving her mad. She wanted to jump over and strangle him, for not telling her Now! True, she probably should have gone through her logic again, but, truth was, she was letting her curiosity guide her. She didn't think that Blaise would come up with anything too horendous as a favor, and if it was completely infeasible, she could always get one of the teachers (or an Auror) to help her abrogate the deal.
But her curiosity wasn't the problem. it just made the problem appear. The problem was Harry Potter - and his curiousity. He wanted to know what was going on, and didn't seem likely to take "no" for an answer. With his personality, he was prone to simply popping up at random times (while she was reading) and asking if she was going to tell him now.
All in all, it was very distracting.
Ron had simply shrugged and told Harry to ignore whatever was bothering Hermione, and that if it was a real problem, they'd deal with it when someone was bleeding. Hermione grinned at that one - it was classic MollyLogic, borne of having the twins, Charlie and the rest of the clan in one house. If it wasn't bleeding, it probably wasn't serious.
Hermione had actually stopped to look outside, when she realized on Sunday that Harry'd not actually harassed her for a full hour and a half. Outside, she saw him with a big black dog, jumping around near Hagrid's hut. She smiled softly, amused that even the ever persistent Harry Potter could be distracted by Fang.
[a/n: Yes, she's nearly to the point of strangling Blaise. Unintended consequences and all that.
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