author's notes: i have none. i am so unorganised.

DISCLAIMER: i am sincerely sorry for using a line w.r.t. Ginny thinking of horsy-Draco; "mad urge to giggle" is a line i came across in a novel by Kay Hooper. I used it unknowingly. Don't sue me, not today.
i am free monday.

CHAPTER VIII

In Which The Morning's Events Are Recounted

Hermione packed her books after Arithmency. She was still smiling at the memory of the morning's events.

Never do things the easy way do you Gin? she thought.

After Blaise and Harry strode purposefully over to Nott, wicked smirks lighting up violet and emerald green eyes respectively, Nott had scurried back a bit. Blaise had managed looking affronted and Harry pursed his lips in a superhuman effort not to laugh.

It was all too comical for everyone; except one Severus Snape.

Professor Snape was having a horrid day since the start, what with him running out of "slick-chick" for his hair.

To top it off was the fraternizing going on right under his nose. He would have to owl the Malfoys and Zabinis instantly; without Dumbledore's knowledge of course.

When Harry managed to cast a mild body bind on Theo without catching the teacher's attention, Blaise slung his arm around Nott's shoulder in a gesture of friendliness.

No one guessed that he was cutting off Theo's air supply for a half a minute, as he almost dragged Nott to the Infirmary.

'And on the way,' Harry had explained to Ron and Hermione later that morning in the common room before lunch, 'Theo accidentally tripped over himself and fell to the floor.'

Ron leaned back in his chair in satisfaction.

'Wait, wasn't Theo already on the floor at that time?' asked Neville.

'That my friend' replied Harry, clasping his hands behind his head with a smile, 'is what the fun part is.'

As Hermione finished packing, she stepped out of the empty classroom and walked towards the lake to spend another hour before her next class.

'Forgive me for I hath sinned this day' whispered a voice in her ear, 'for this heart looked you the wrongest way;
And the stars shine upon my intent,
As my gods proceed to unleash torrent'

Hermione gasped as Blaise's lips brushed her neck.

'For such trials, let us not part,
Let this kiss,' he murmured very softly, 'yield upon your heart.'

With that Blaise turned Hermione around and tasted her sweet mouth in the empty corridor.

Hermione's arms were still around Blaise's neck when he broke the gentle kiss.

'It has been worthy of crimes further,
For less I'd have committed murder' she smiled and leaned forward to fulfill her craving for his soft mouth.

author's last notes: for all the snape fans who might take offense to slick-chick: oh come on! i pity snape and feel bad for him too: what, with that lack of personality and...oh alright, sorry!
this is just my way of venting out anger against gifted authors who write HG/SS or GW/SS (i finally understood what this means) i am understanding, but COME ON!

psapologies :sigh: who reads THIS anyway? i wanna be cooler and not massacre these beautiful people...oh how i hate myself right now.