Chapter 12:
Mob Questionings and Realizations
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Blaise massaged his temples as he wearily climbed the stairs to his dormitory. The abominations Dumbledore liked to call "first years" had mobbed him with questions for an hour. He snorted, the very thought of Hermione bursting into the Slytherin common room in her dressing robes was most certainly not revolting, no matter what the brats said.
"Wait a minute," he abruptly stopped on the 9th step. "Hermione? When the bloody hell did I start calling her Hermione?"
Shaking his head he argued that it was because he was tired. Grasping the railing tightly, he continued his trek up the stairs. Upon entering his dormitory, his eyes focused upon each of his dorm mates in turn- they all had surrendered to sleep. Breathing a sigh of relief that Draco wasn't awake to ogle him while he changed, Blaise hurriedly stripped off his uniform and pulled on his pajamas, a tasteful dark blue cotton ensemble that Draco said brought out his eyes.
Blaise dragged himself into his four-poster and stared up at the green canopy. Numerous thoughts created chaos in his mind as they vied for control.
'Why does everything have to be green? I mean, I'm no Ravenclaw but, blue is bloody nice too.'
'I wonder how Hermione found out the password.'
'Bloody hell, I called her Hermione again!'
'Goyle snores…REALLY loudly.'
'I wonder what Hermione would look like in green? Or blue!'
'Damn! I did it again…Stop that!'
'She wore blue today…'
'ARGH! Stop that!'
With a start Blaise shot up into a sitting position, clutching his head like a man under the influence of the Cruciatus Curse. Breathing heavily he fell back onto his pillow and muttered: "Bloody hell, I fancy the Golden Girl."
Hermione chuckled while flipping through the appointment book she found underneath Blaise's bed.
"May 19, 4:30- Meet Draco and Pansy at dungeon 16," she read off in an excited whisper in order to not wake up her roommates, who did not, to the best of her knowledge, appreciate being woken up at 3: 16 in the morning.
"Ah, life is sweet." Hermione smiled gaily and turned toward the wall while settling her head into a comfortable position on her pillow.
Minutes passed as Hermione tried in vain to sleep, finally realizing she had too much pent up energy to rest, she grabbed Harry's invisibility cloak ("I'll return it in the morning, really!") and stole out of the common room after slipping out of her dormitory.
After approximately twenty minutes of wandering aimlessly through the halls, Hermione found herself in the Astronomy Tower and sat down beside the entrance in order to gaze at the stars.
Cradling her head in a hand, Hermione let her thoughts run amok.
'Beautiful night…"
'I really should be sleeping now.'
'Wonder if I'll get that book for my birthday."
Hermione shook her thoughts away, sat up straight and took in her surroundings, 'Hmm…so this is where people come to…'
Blushing, she finished her thought, 'snog.'
And with that dozens upon dozens of thoughts were flung to the front of her mind from the dark recesses they had previously occupied. Safe to say, most of these thoughts concerned a certain Blaise Zabini.
'I wonder what Blaise looks like with his shirt off.'
'Very good, most likely. Very good indeed.'
Hermione stiffened as she felt hot color rush to her cheeks and make her want to take off the cloak over her.
'No, that would be bad,' Hermione managed to squeeze in between propositions of what a fellow student looked like half-naked.
Gathering her wits about her, or at least what was left of them; Hermione rose and proceeded to walk back to the Gryffindor common room.
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