Chapter Four
Left to her own devises.
Hermione put down the pen and looked up as Blaise Zabini sat across from her at the study table.
"Hello Blaise."
He smiled. "What? No dirivative last name basis?"
Hermione shrugged. "I have no reason to hate you.Yet."
"What does that mean?"
Hermione leaned forward. "You like Ginny, don't you?"
He flushed and nodded.
"Ginny's my best friend. Do the math."
Hermione relaxed against her chair and continued to work on the essay for Defense Against the dark Arts. After a moment or so, Blaise disappeared and Hermione let a small smile break over her features.
"Are you in the habit of giving advice to Slytherins?"
Hermione looked up to see Cecelia Rouso.
"That depends on if they ask."
Cecelia gestured to the chair before the bushy haired brunette, a silent gesture for permission. Hermione pushed it out with her foot. Cecelia sat down.
"What's wrong?"
"Um, I know this girl. Who... well... likes this other girl."
Hermione returned to her essay. "You know, it'd be a lot easier for all of us if you just told Luna you liked her too."
Cecelia flushed. Then she smiled. "That obvious?"
"You mirror Harry everytime you think only Luna's watching. And I'll tell you a secret, Luna likes girls who show their true selves."
Cecelia's smile widened to a grin. "Thanks Mione."
She got up and Hermione stopped her. "Hey I was wondering. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm in war with Malfoy. If you could do me a favor now and then, I'd appreciate that."
"Help me with my History of Magic homework and you got a deal."