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Chapter 6
Her Answer
Friday morning Hermione was over it. She did not care at all what would be the outcome of things would turn out. She'd made up her mind last night and was sticking to it. As she marched to the Great Hall for breakfast she saw her target. Smiling cheerfully she scrambled over to a gang of Slytherins.
"Blaise!" She called loudly.
The gang had all been laughing together at something until then. They all fell silent and looked from her to Blaise (who looked very pleased and smug.)
"Yes Hermione?" He replied.
"I just wanted to let you know," she said sliding between the Slytherins, including Malfoy, until she was standing directly in front of him.
He towered over her intimidatingly, but she was not scared.
"I will go to the banquet with you next Friday. And Hogsmeade tomorrow." She said politely.
"Excellent." Blaise grinned.
"Will you eat breakfast with me?" Hermione asked him sweetly.
Everyone in hearing distance jaws dropped at the idea.
"Of course," he replied.
He offered her his arm, which she obliged and they walked together through the doors of the Great Hall.
Every pair of eyes of every student was on the unlikely pair that morning. Gryffindors sent him scathing nasty looks all through breakfast and Harry and Ron had chosen to sit particularly close to the end of the table that morning.
Blaise wholly ignored the looks the pair of them were recieving and was ever so gentalmenly and polite to her all morning. When the bell rang for first period he walked her to class.
"I'll see you at lunch," he told her before she walked into the classroom.
"Right. See you then."
He left the corridor then to go to his first class of the day. Hermione went to her seat and sat down next to Neville and in front of Harry and Ron.
"Hermione!" Ron began.
"What?" She growled.
"Umm just wondering... what is it with Zabini?"
"We didn't have any clue he fancied you. And you him." Harry murmured quickly.
"I don't. I mean I didn't."
They looked at her confused by her ramble.
"We're just having fun. Not that it's any of your business."
"We tell you when we're dating somebody Hermione." Harry muttered.
Hermione looked at him for a moment then sighed.
"Yea you're right. I'm sorry. We're just... having fun. I don't think we're dating seirously."
"Well when did it start?" Harry asked.
"Monday, he asked me. I just now decided to say yes."
"You like him then?" Ron asked wide eyed.
"I think he's alright yes." She said glaring at him.
"He's never done anything to you... or me, or Harry."
Ron nodded absorbing this.
"Good morning class," Professor McGonagall suddenly said beginning class.
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"Blaise I'm going to rip you apart." Draco hissed.
"What?" Blaise asked in mock innocence.
"The bloody hell what! You know that I wanted Granger. What the fuck are you up to!?" He shouted at him.
"I did not know. You said on Monday when I suspected so that you had no idea what I was talking about."
Draco opened his mouth about to shout, but closed it. Blaise was right, and he had no arguement for it. Instead he just glared menacingly at him.
"What? Do you have a thing for her now?" Blaise asked grinning.
Draco restrained himself from choking him on the spot.
"She hates you." Blaise suddenly said quietly in his ear.
Draco's body tensed up.
"I hate her."
"Mmhmm... what did you just say a moment ago?"
Draco turned a sharp venamous look on him that would've killed him on the spot if looks could kill.
"Well you know," he leaned in close to Draco's ear.
"Maybe you can have my sloppy seconds?"
Draco's eyes narrowed and he stopped breathing in rage. If he had his way he would rip open Blaise's throat right now.
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Hermione came back to the common room early that night from dinner. And to her great surprised and astonishment Malfoy was in the common room sitting on a sofa, apparently waiting for something. Her.
"Evening Granger," he said cooly rising from the sofa.
She blinked then said:
"Evening."
He was dressed in his Quidditch robes and had his broomstick on the coffee table in front of him.
"Off to practice then?" She asked walking towards the small library to the corner of the common room.
He said nothing. She turned around to look at him and found that he was very close to her now, merely inches.
"What are you doing with Blaise?" He asked begrudgedly.
Hermione walked around him and hissed:
"That is none of your business Malfoy."
"It is," he challenged following her.
"It is not." She growled stopping and facing him.
"And I made it clear to you last night that I don't any of this... stuff going on between us anymore." She carried on.
He smirked.
"I didn't know that there was officially stuff going on between us." He said stepping in closer.
"No. Stop it right now Draco Malfoy. I will not stand for it. Now leave me be."
He glared at her silently for a few seconds then angrily grabbed his broomstick and swept out of the room.
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At breakfast the next day Blaise once again sat with Hermione at the Gryffindor table.
"Did you have a good evening?" He asked her.
"Yes thank you, did you?"
He nodded while chewing his toast then swallowed.
"Had Quidditch practice. Malfoy was particularly aggitated." He said casually.
Hermione stiffened.
"Oh... c-can't imagine why." She said lamely.
Blaise shrugged -supressing a grin-
"Yea well who knows what's up with him these days. He's always... not himself. It kind of seems like something or maybe someone is driving him insane."
Hermione kept her eyes directly on the empty plate in front of her trying to push the thoughts of Malfoy away from her head.
"Well we should probably get going. Go and get a carriage anyway." He suggested breaking the ongoing silence.
"Yea," she agreed throwing her napkin onto her plate.
"Lets go then."
They walked down the corridor out to the front of the school were several carriages that took Hogwarts students to Hogsmeade were parked ready to transport any students ready.