This was once apart of Sometimes. As you can tell if you read anything in the story, it went a different direction and this got put off to the side. Plus I think I have the whole thing about Harry a little off as well.

I couldn't use it anymore with that story, but hopefully you enjoy it all the same.

When Hermione walked into the room, Blaise was already in bed. As he usually did he wore the pair of green pajama bottoms she had bought him years ago and no shirt. He sat atop of the sheets, reading one of the books Hermione had recently bought: Classical Magical Objects and the Legends Behind Them by Theodore Destantos. Hermione shook her head. He read the books even faster then she did. He was actually wearing his glasses for once; he never liked to wear them. He preferred contacts but since magic could not yet create contacts that you could keep in your eyes for more than a week or two, and the fact that his eyes were easily irritable he had to wear glasses at night.

Hermione walked to her side of the room, quietly dressing for bed. Before turning to face him she took a deep breath. She was going to confront him tonight. They had to figure out their issues soon.

"Blaise?"

"hmm?" She rolled her eyes. He was giving her half his attention, the other half being on the Tree of Gondor and how it was a real tree.

"I was thinking we should go on a holiday, you, me, and Arienne. Maybe go visit your cousins in Italy. What do you think?"

"I am sure Gio will love that." So he was listening. She supposed she should know better. After all, during school he had made a habit of observing people. He had freaked her out when they had become Head Boy and Girl together. He had known EVERYONE, including those even she didn't know who they were.

She took the book out of his hands and dropped on the floor beside her. He reached over her to get it but she blocked his way.

"C'mon Hermione! Give me the book back!"

"No, you are going to talk with me and not with the book. Gondor needs no Blaise." He looked up at her, irritated. He was quite interested in the man's theories about Gondor's origins being magical. However, as he looked at Hermione's appearance, he figured he could find another interest.

"And what is so important you had to take me away from my book."

"You know why I want to talk. We have issues."

"Everyone has issues, Hermione. I mean, look at Draco. He not only has issues, he has an encyclopedia of them. Half of them involve Weasleys."

"Blaise, I am being serious!"

"Who says I'm not. Have you ever had six very tall, very red, very angry men come at you with the sole purpose of making sure you are put in the Book of Myths?" He shivered as if he had actually experienced it and not Draco. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, we do need to discuss the problems we are having," she stated in a serious tone. He looked at her for a moment, and determined that saying something stupid would not be a good plan of action at that moment. So he simply nodded, put his hands behind his head and waited for her to speak. That had to be the safest option.

"Have you forgiven me about not telling you about Arienne?"

Blaise paused. "Depends on what you mean by forgive you. Put in my past and forgotten about mostly, yes. Understood why you did it, not really. Honestly, I don't know why we have to drag that up again. All that does is open old wounds between us and we argue. Then we remain angry at each other for a few days because we are stubborn individuals." He sighed and ran a hand though his hair before standing up and walking around in the room. "I think we can say now that neither of us were acting very smart at the time and thought we were doing the best things. Why don't we just forget about and move on?"

"Because that is no way of fixing a problem!" She stood up to face him. He was right, it had started an argument. "We need to face our problems!"

"No, Hermione, you need to face your problems. I faced mine back when they were new and got them over with. I have forgiven you for lying to me and realize that most of it had to do with the situation we were in. It is your problem if you couldn't forgive me for trying to do something I thought best for you. He was making me insane. I had to do it because I felt that if he managed to do what he was planning I would have hurt you and I did not want that to happen."

"Harry had Voldemort in his mind."

"Harry had a connection with Voldemort. Voldemort wasn't messing with his head. He wasn't giving Harry nightmares about seeing the women he loved dying. He wasn't twisting everything around in Harry's head so that he thought that everything was directly linked to him loving her. Voldemort could care less about Nicole D'Angelus Potter. He knew I was in love with you and through me he could get to you. Without you, Harry was one step to being weaker. He needed you and he needed Ron. He was going to use me to hurt you and I wasn't about to let him."

"I am not a weak person; you didn't need to protect me."

"I am sorry but that is one thing you will have to accept about me, Hermione Granger. I protect those I love whether they need it or not. That is just how I work." He turned around and faced the door of the room, away from her. She bit her lip and looked at the floor for a second. She made a decision and walked over to Blaise and wrapped her arms around his stomach and her check on his back.

"I love you Blaise. I don't want to argue but we had to get it out and over with or one day it was going to eat us and our family alive. "

"I wasn't even gone a full day."

"I know. Its just I felt that Voldemort had won by dividing us apart."