A Change of Peace
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own anything.
Hermione and Blaise stayed in the woods for a couple days, taking turns as look outs and using magic only to get food and water.
"I
am so bored." Blaise whined. Hermione rolled her eyes at
him.
"What do you want to do?" She asked him.
"Not
this." He muttered. Hermione huffed.
"You're pathetic."
She told him.
"Well fine." They sat for few more silent
minutes.
"What do you find peace in?" Hermione asked
suddenly.
"What are you talking about?" Blaise asked staring
at her.
"What do you find peace in?" She repeated. His stare
didn't lift and she sighed.
"Fine, I'll give an example.
For me, I find peace in books and knowledge." She told him picking
at the grass. He stared at her still.
"Fine, then we'll just
be quiet from-"
"Music, I find peace in music." He cut off
her rambling. Hermione stared at him for a second before smiling
softly at him.
"What kind of music?" She asked, interested in
finding out more about him.
"All kinds, I like soft classical
music more though." He told her, lying down on his back. "What
kind of books do you like to read?" He asked her, turning his head
so that he could look at her. She thought for a moment picking at the
grass more.
"I like books that teach me things." She
said.
"Is that all? No romance? No mystery books?" He asked,
smiling slightly. She laughed slightly.
"Well, I do like Jane
Austen's books, but I don't think you know who that is." She
told him.
"She was that woman who wrote all those books in the
1800's right?" He asked her. Hermione felt shocked and it must
have shown on her face.
"Oh come on, just because I'm a
Pureblood and a Slytherin doesn't mean I'm ignorant to everything
in the Muggle world." She smiled.
"Well Zabini, I've never
met anyone like you." She told him. He grinned.
"Well
Granger, that's because there's no one like me." He said,
smirking before they both laughed pleasantly.