Ohmigod, guys. I was in a play for my school tonight and it inspired me to write another chapter for you people! Thanks the dictator that made me act.
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"It would figure he'd be my mate."
"Who?"
"I mean, I should have seen it coming."
"Hey. Who?"
"The signs were all there. The comments, the looks."
"WHO!"
This conversation had been going on for over twenty minutes. Hermione was talking to herself while Blaise asked whom she was speaking about as he threw throw pillows from the couch at her.
"It's not like I had no id-OW! Blaise! What the fuck!" A large red pillow had just smacked the Gryffindor in the face. "Oh my fucking shit! That hurt!"
Leaning back on the couch, Blaise looked satisfied. "I must say, that was an interesting choice of vocab for a pillow. Now, who are you talking about?"
She flopped down next to him. "I'm talking about my mate."
"That doesn't answer my question."
Hermione buried her face in pillows. "I won't talk about it."
"Well, obviously you have been."
Simply standing up and walking into her room, Hermione left Blaise sitting confused on the couch.
Lying down with his legs hanging over the edge of the couch, Blaise let out a deep sigh. He would never understand girls. Most of the time, they were nice and calm and collected. Then, as if someone hexed them, they were yelling at you.
Blaise remembered one time with his friend Daphne. He had needed help with his Potions. She was tutoring him and they were halfway through the Tongue Tied potion when Blaise asked if she had any extra boomslang skin.
Daphne had promptly burst into tears, wailing on and on about how he should be more prepared and how she wouldn't be around forever to make sure he had all of his ingredients. Every female in the room had come rushing over to comfort the weeping girl, roughly shoving Blaise away as if he was some sort of rodent who had bitten the loved girl. Blaise had tried to explain himself but soon found himself on the wrong end of ten wands.
Blaise had also been witness to multiple Draco slappings, compliments of Pansy, Millicent, and the very woman who had just gone to her room. Hermione's had broken Draco's nose. He and Draco had vowed from that day on to never let her get that close to either one of them again.
But now, for some odd reason, he felt compelled to make sure Hermione was ok. When she was burning up, Blaise had never felt more worried about someone in his life. It was almost heartbreaking how terrible he felt. He knew he didn't have feelings for Hermione but somehow, it hurt to know she was in pain.
Blaise wanted answers. And as a Zabini, he wouldn't rest until he got them.
Short chapter. Sorry. I've been ultra busy lately. I promise, the next one will be uber long!