AN:So... um... who's excited for HP7 book? Dear JKR, PLEASE DON'T KILL DRACO! That is all. And maybe Hermione. So I can keep writing HG/DM fics. By the way, I saw the HP5 movie, and if you dislike it, I'd like to have a word with you. Message me. I think it kicked major buttockses, honestly. It was SO AWESOME!!! Ahhh...
Traitors Within
Hermione Granger, September 3rd 1997
He guided me slowly and gently, taking random turns and shortcuts through portraits. Soon enough I felt a cold breeze hit me as I shivered. His hands ran up and down my arms quickly to warm me up and we kept walking. It wasn't too long of a walk, but I was somewhat chilled. He stopped me at some point and placed his hands on mine and told me to open my eyes.
I choked on my gasp as I drank in the sight. We were in a woodsy area, there were trees everywhere, making the spot dark and private. However, to keep some light in the little natural cove, there were hundreds of fairies hugging the tree. In the middle of all this was a single table, two chairs, plates, silverware, a candle, and a single rose. He grinned at me as I looked around. I locked eyes with him as his hand caressed my cheek.
"Blaise," I hardly whispered, "what is this?"
"It's dinner," he replied and stepped away from me, displaying the table. He pulled out my chair for me and I sat down. His fingers ran over my jawline and he kneeled next to me. He took my hand in his and smiled at me.
"Hermione, I have to thank you for accepting my offer," he said softly, his sharp eyes keeping up with mine, "I understand that it's unusual for our ranks and groups to work together in harmony, and I want to thank you for taking a chance with me, I really appreciate it."
I smiled at him and said, "believe me Blaise, it's no problem." He flashed me another beautiful white smile, stood up and pulled his chair towards me. With a flick of his wand, he managed to have food blossom up into our plates. It smelled heavenly, and it looked even more beautiful. The meal was warm, dark meat which was dark brown on the outside and a soft pink on the inside. Along with that came thin green beans and carrots that were drenched in a tangy sauce. Blaise's eyes kept flashing to me, but I was too preoccupied with dinner. His hand gracefully fell on mine and he smiled at me.
"So, how has Draco treated you?" I choked on a green bean. Draco? Draco Malfoy? He's only been trying to snog me. Blaise doesn't know, if he did he would have confronted one of us about it. Why do I care if he knows? It's not like I did it or anything. And I don't even know if I did kiss him back. My lips might have had seizures or something.
"Er, fine, I guess. You really shouldn't ruin the moment by asking about Malfoy," I said kindly, but I knew my eyes were cold. He smiled and squeezed my hand.
"How about Potter and We- er... Harry and uh," he looked lost.
"Ron?" I offered.
"Yes! Ron. Sorry, the people I usually talk to don't use their first names so I forget, not that I've ever forgotten your name." He was looked at me with a dreamy expression, "your name is beautiful."
I blushed and looked at my lap, "thank you," I said in a small voice. "And Harry and Ron are doing better."
Draco Malfoy, September 3rd 1997
Potter and Weasley are idiots. They came knocking on the Heads' door looking for Granger. Yeah, you want to know where she is, you stupid prat?
"She's on a date," I said coldly.
"A date!" Weasley said with shock, "Hermione doesn't date."
"Weasley, just because she doesn't date you does not mean she doesn't date. Turns out she's on a date with our close friend."
"Hermione's dating Blaise Zabini?" Harry demanded.
"Is that really shocking, Potter?" Actually yes, it was quite shocking. What was more shocking is that the day that I accidentally tripped and landed on Granger's lips is the day Zabini decides to ask her out, and then come to me for date ideas. Wonderful. Granger's on my date with my best mate. Not that I want to date her, just... Well, it took a lot of time and effort to get those fairies to cooperate, I had to put a glue charm on each one. I hope she enjoys it. Er.. I hope... Blaise gets in her pants so this whole ordeal will be over with is what I mean. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be kissing Dumbledore's arse?"
"Listen, Malfoy. If your friend even touches Hermione, he'll be eating his scalp for breakfast," Ronald Weasley threatened. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh, little Weasel, if only you knew. When people go on dates they usually like each other. If they like each other, they probably are going to do a lot of the touchy. Understand? Your ex-wife Granger probably has her bare legs spread on a table for him already." I felt a pang in my stomach. Nausea, definitely.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Potter said, holding Weasley back. I'm tired of watching them almost get close to insulting me but failing.
"I'm finished. Leave or I'll tell on you for breaking and entering or something. Get out," I said lazily, picking up my book and walking to my room. Weasley cursed under his breath or something, I didn't care. I just wanted this day to end so I can start a new, more normal day where I kicked Granger instead of kissed her. Not that I kissed her. I was under some kind of spell...
Hermione Granger, September 3rd 1997
I really don't want this night to end. Any man who can plan and go through a date like this is worth dating, at least. Here we are, sitting in the middle of a forest with fairies lighting our little rendezvous, a nice looking man is watching me and feeding me complete delicacies and I don't have a care in the world.
"Ready for dessert?" Blaise asked and I nodded softly with a smile on my face. He pulled out his wand and touched the table, our leftover food - which I noticed Blaise still had a bit of food left- turning into dessert. It was quite fancy. A small, white, fluff of cream made to look like the center of a flower by the strawberries on its outside.
"Blaise, this is really incredible. How did you do this?"
"I, er," he paused while my eyes wandered over the trees, "I used to help out the cooks when I was a kid." He chuckled, his shoulders relaxing, "I'm not a fan of using house elves either."
My heart skipped a beat. I picked up my fork and gently pushed it into a strawberry. Dark red blotches of liquid flowed up as I gently guided the strawberry into a small ball of white fluff. I bit into it and practically closed my eyes. I grabbed a napkin to wipe my mouth, but Blaise's held his hand out.
"May I?" he asked. I nodded uncomfortably. He lifted his hand and held my face as he pressed his lips against mine. Even though he was slow and gentle, I was still caught off-guard. His lips were firm yet quite gentle against mine, and slowly his tongue slithered and ran over my bottom lip, we both tasted like strawberries. I relaxed a bit and he took advantage, letting his tongue slide into my mouth. I tensed slightly, not knowing what to do. I was completely inexperienced when it came to this kind of kissing, I had only kissed one other person, well two if you count this morning, and Viktor had never left me with amount to move. His kissing was more dominating and he did most of it, but Blaise... Blaise was gentle but solid. He was playful. When he noticed I got tense, he pulled his tongue away and planted a few softer kisses on my lips. When he pulled away, his hand was still in my hair, and his face was close. "There," he smiled, "all clean."
I smiled back and closed my eyes as his hands slowly twirled my hair. His lips ran down my cheek and traced my jawline. He trailed down to my neck as he pulled my hair away, planting kisses slowly and softly on my wasn't quite like me, I wouldn't usually kiss on the first date, I mean apart from Viktor. I think these fairies are enchanting me to be as romantically adventurous. My arm was around his shoulder, as he kissed and sucked at my neck.
"Your neck," he planted a kiss on my collarbone, "is very beautiful." Another kiss was planted a little higher. "I think my 1/6th vampirism is showing," he said as I chuckled and sighed. His kisses crawled up my throat and he placed another gentle kiss on my lips. He pulled away, took a strawberry between his fingers and brought it to my lips. I blushed at the action and he grinned at me. I took the strawberry and thanked him.
The grin was still on his lips when he spoke next, "I think we should get to your room. It's quite late and my curfew is quite soon, but I was wondering if I can follow you to the Head Rooms." He looked down, "Draco might be missing me."
I nodded, "of course you can." I wiped my mouth and tried to smoothen out my hair but Blaise once again took my hand in his.
"Hermione, I hope you enjoyed tonight," he said, "I really like you, and I would like to be around you more."
I'm quite sure my face was red as I nodded and allowed him entry into my life. So far Blaise Zabini was proving himself. He was the perfect gentleman even if he pressed his luck. He stood up and helped me up, then pulled out his wand. He swished it, muttering 'evanesco' and the table, plates, and chairs disappeared and with that the fairies spread leaving us in a cold, dark forest. I shivered and Blaise pulled me close to him, his chest against mine, and his eyes looking down to mine. His hands ran over my forehead and ran through my hair as I let my eyelids fall. He placed a kiss on my forehead, then a firmer one against my lips, in which I pressed back with a smile.
With our fingers entwined and our hands together, we made our way to the castle.
Draco Malfoy, September 11th 1997
"What do you mean there's a meeting?" Blaise demanded almost in hysterics. "Another one?"
"Yeah, there's a meeting today. Actually, it's pretty soon. We're going to have to make our way to the Dungeons because, for all they know, we're still going to be Death Eaters once we graduate." Blaise started hyperventilating as I sighed. "Listen," I said calmly, "we have to do this or we die. We need to pretend until we're rid of the contacts and we can actually run away from all this."
"Fine, fine. What do we tell Hermione?" Oh that's right, Granger. It had been a week and a few days since they had their first date, and now they were official. Though he hadn't bedded her yet, I heard he was quite persistant. But, Blaise could charm himself into anyone's pants.
Granger and Weasley were bickering, but Potter seemed fine. I only know because I know it's a sore subject for Weasley, so I would pick at the matter more.
"We'll think of something."
"Snape wants us to patrol for an hour or so. Well he wants Draco to patrol, I just said I'd tag along," Blaise explained. Granger nodded and put her quill down.
"Alright, I'll go visit Harry and Ron after I finish this Defense Against the Dark Arts homework."
"You should give yourself a break, sweetheart." He ran his thumb over her jaw. "Anyway, we're off." Granger nodded and Zabini bent down and kissed Granger. I looked away, trying to keep my vomit in my stomach.
We made our way to the dungeons to the Death Eater meeting. Basically, we had to attend to discuss and carry though the plan the Dark Lord gave us. If we don't go, then everyone suspects us to be traitors and everyone will hunt us down, yada yada. We've got ourselves into quite a mess.
"So," I said, trying to make conversation as we walked quietly, "how's the devirginization of the Mudblood Queen going?"
"I don't want to push her, all we've been doing is kissing, I've been trying, but she's a Virgin Mary. Why do you ask?" I didn't hesitate.
"So I know when I can stop projectile vomiting all over my room when you guys kiss." Blaise grinned. The prat enjoyed my suffering.
"Well, would you rather see me kissing Hermione? Or Ron Weasley?"
I had to stop and cover my mouth.
"Now I do believe derr are a few people who kno' about the mission. The Dark Lohrd has contacted an ou'er source who told us to kidnap someone close to Potter. And the answer is clear. We haffta kidnap Granger, don't we?" There were a lot of shouts of support and some laughter. Blaise grabbed my elbow as I exhaled. What are they talking about? "She is the easiest to access of the lot of 'em and if we do it righ' we can have 'er shipped ou' to the Dark Lohrd in no time at oll," the Slytherin-in-charge said. What was his name? Martin? Whatever.
"Um, excuse me," I said with mock caution and pure arrogance. "But, I don't believe I was told that I was going to be doing some kidnapping. Am I being left out of the loop or something here?" He chuckled heartily.
"No, no, this is news, but if I'm not mista'en, yer friend should know abou' it. I'm assumin' that's why he's datin' her?" Blaise nodded quickly. "Anyway, back to the rest -"
"Wait, why are we kidnapping Granger? What is she going to manage to do?"
"Leverage, Malfoy. Blackmail? Potter will fight for 'er. Remember what happened in fifth year? He came for that Black fellow. We tug at 'is 'eartstrings!" More whooping and cheering.
"And you want me to kidnap her, is that it? How do I manage to do that? Drug her?"
"You and Zabini there knock 'er out and bring 'er to the rest of us."
"Ah," I said, "when is this to happen?"
"We'll inform you a few days beforr. Our Lord needs time, I 'erd, to get as much pow'r as 'e can. I say we all give a big hand to the two who will help the Dark Lohrd be the only power again!" I offered a light clap, two fingers lightly tapping the back of my hand. "The meetin' is finished. I'll see you all laterr."
We left the old Potions classroom and made our way to the Head's Room completely perplexed.
"Perhaps this is a joke? I mean, what are they going to do with her anyway?"
"This isn't a joke, Blaise," I said completely apathetically.
"I know, but," he racked his brain for an explanation. I could hear the fear. "What are we going to do? I can't be involved in this! I'm innocent, I'm not about to do a complete mission!"
"You're not worried about the fact that the girl you're dating is wanted by the most powerful villain of any story, you're just worried that you're involved?" He kept quiet and I rolled my eyes. What a romantic, that one, "Look, firstly, you need to rape her and get this whole deal with her done with. We're in the middle of a war. We're expected to hate her. You're lucky they thought you were just in this to help them out. Blaise, honestly, this is Granger! She's strong, and... " We reached the common room. Thank the Gods.
"Iunctum," I said to the portrait and quickly turned to him, "keep quiet." I looked around the common room and no one was there. We took seats on the large sofas and looked at each other with flushed faces.
"What do we do?" Blaise asked.
"We... have to give her up? But no, even if we don't like her, which we obviously don't, if we give her to the Dark Lord it's like we're selling our souls along with her. Sodding war! We need to figure this out later. I'm going to go to my room and sleep. I suggest you sleep as well. We have nothing better to do."
"But what about Hermi-?"
"Screw the bloody mudblood for a second! I'm tired of talking about her, our necks are on the line!" I caught my breath and collected my cool. "Listen, we'll figure this out in the morning."
Yes, we would figure it all out in the morning...
Hermione Granger, September 11th 1997
There was a knock at the door while I was changing into my pajamas. It was a plain, white silk nightgown that went down to my knees but cut somewhat low as well. It was comfy, to say the least. I asked for who it was and Blaise called back out. I opened the door and found a pale, ill-stricken Blaise. I ushered him in and he hugged me, holding onto me tightly. I awkwardly hugged back, not sure what was happening.
"Mm, Blllsss?" I said while I tried to get my face off of his shoulder. I pulled my head back slightly. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, Hermione," he said quickly and pulled away, but still having my hands in his. "Would it be completely inappropriate if I asked if I could sleep here?"
"Partly, why? Blaise, what is it?" He hesitated.
"I'll tell you later, but can I sleep on the floor of the common room then? Would you mind that?"
"Are you in danger?"
"You could say that. Hermione, please?" I looked at him sympathetically.
"Stay here, share the bed with me. It's big enough. But no funny stuff again, Blaise, I'm serious. And, I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm going to spend a few more minutes making sure I've memorized my Mythology book." Blaise chuckled, releaved, and pulled me close, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"No problem," he whispered in my ear, held my face and kissed me on the lips.
AN: I'll clean this chapter up later, but for now I'm thinking romance/plot/romance/plot/romance/plot thenn... it would be romance/romance/romance/end. Anyway, I think the first half was better. I needed to incorporate all the stuff I did for the second half to introduce you to the plan. And the plan is all we need.
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