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A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this, since I think that it's interesting, writing what went on with Blaise & co. during the period between Roommates and Resolving. Anyway. I do hope you like this as much as I do. D Please review!

June 6, 1998

Hermione sat in mute silence as she stared at the exact spot Blaise had Disapparated from. She had no idea where he'd gone, or really why. His vague ramblings about his secret and Death Eaters had been lost on her during their fight, during the last few minutes she'd saw him.

A few hours ago she'd been filled with knowing. She'd known he would come back. Known it. Deep in her bones, she had felt it. Now, she wasn't so sure. Blaise was – always had been – somewhat of a mystery. Who knew what really went on in his mind, but himself? Did anyone truly understand him? Could anyone ever really know him? And, the most important question of all, did she really know him?

Before this year she hadn't spoken to him above ten times in her life. He'd been the shadowy Slytherin boy, the boy who hung around Draco Malfoy's shadow irregularly and with the might-as-well-have-been-a-ghost, Theodore Nott. She'd supposed he was intelligent; he'd been in almost all of her classes except Astronomy and Charms. She'd heard he wasn't in the Charms class with the rest of the students because – and there were several rumors to this – he was in a special Advanced Charms class that few qualified for or he'd already done all the coursework for Charms summer before sixth year. Some even said he'd taken his N.E.W.T. for Charms already and had been 'guaranteed' a position somewhere and was only staying on at Hogwarts for the fun of it.

Any of those rumors could be true, she reflected, with a snort. Blaise had always downplayed anything he could do well. He was not a showy person, really. She supposed she'd picked that up from not wanting to be like his sister, Lilithe. She couldn't blame him.

But there remained the fact that… she loved him. She always would. Even though he might not come back – which certain members of the camp had been suggesting, which is why she walked out to this spot for some solitude – it didn't matter. She loved him. She knew that some how, in some way, however twisted, he loved her too.

But she couldn't wait forever. Even though secretly, deep down, she knew she would.