Before the a/n: whoa! this is going to be a VERY long note. 1st off, THIS chapter was written five chap(ter)s ago. why so late; well, i don't kno why. ARE YOU GOING TO QUESTION ME?
& the dedication is that old too.

ancient author's notes:- (the poem is ancient, not me)

a dedication to the kind sunrays;
their reviews are welcome,
and always in sight;
this one's for you cryptic,
to my utmost delight!

a very current DISCLAIMER: my friend came back! agreed, you wouldn't care; i do! fyi, i don't own anyone/thing mentioned henceforth. i don't wanna own the plot. take it; take it all.

CHAPTER XI

In Which Blaise Shall Sing

Hermione Jane Granger was biting her nails. Though an odd habit in itself, and very unhealthy, she had no qualms about it.

Right now, Hemione Jane Granger was preoccupied.

As usual, by Blaise Zabini.

She was meeting him later that day; and she hoped things would go well.

Blaise looked dolefully at the guitar.

Of all the things to give me mione!

'How did you know?' he murmured, feigning joy, as he took Hermione into his arms, before she could see his soul.

'You hate it.'

He sighed. Dammit.
'Uh, I can't play the guitar.'

'Atleast you know what it is, that's a start' she pointed out.

He adored Hermione for her quirks, she was just going a bit too far now.
He cleared his throat. There's that much Blaise could take, even though it was Hermione.

He looked into her eyes.
She gazed back, puzzled.

Hermione knew when to shut up in front of Blaise. Usually, he shut her up with a kiss.

It was the reason she talked more often in front of him.

Right now though, Blaise might just shout at her. And there was a frightening thought.
Hermione swallowed hard, muttering an apology.

He eyes were still observing her face and she involuntarily lowered her eyes.

Merlin! Stop staring like that.

'See, there are no real excuses; and it is an Epiphone. I thought it was a marvellous idea at the time. But time waits for no one and…good god zabini, stop staring at me.' She snapped in the end. 'I'm not THAT pretty' she finished sarcastically.

'You have no idea' was all she made out before those soft Zabini lips hampered her tirade from progressing.

Who knew anyone could kiss anyone else for THAT long? Draco pondered.
Blaise certainly didn't he thought, smirking.

Draco was standing behind a scarlet and gold tapestry, with Blaise and Hermione in full view.

And there was a view he did not need to see.

What has the world come to if I see one snogging couple after the other?
He ran a hand through his hair.
He really had to get hold of Ginny, and fast.

Oh quit it you two his mind snapped at Blaise and Mione; they were talking again.
Draco almost groaned.

He couldn't leave till these two did; Blaise got weird when Hermione blushed.
On hearing their interlude, Draco decided it might be worth it.

And when Blaise finally broke apart from her, he realized that Hermione had very thoroughly messed up his hair. She had also undone the top button of his shirt.

And he had charmingly done the same.

They gulped in deep breaths of air and then their eyes locked.

The maniacal grin that spread over Hermione's face made Blaise laugh.

'Do me a favour' she quietly whispered when he had controlled his laughter.

He merely nodded.

'Sing for me.'

'Now?' Blaise barely controlled his anguish.

'Maybe.'

No. No. Surely, NO.

Blaise looked at Hermione, and surely enough, her eyes had darkened in tune with the seductive lilt in her voice.

'Not here though' she commented absently.

'Of course' agreed a palpitating Blaise.

'Just you and me' she whispered, moving closer to him.

'Just you and me' he agreed softly.

a/n : i forgot a few details:

a) i was sick the last time i updated. no no, i mean not the sick sick, the ache-pain sick. i agree, you did not really need to know that.

b) he "shall" not will sing. who cares? i'm sorry, i am not very proud of this fic & i keep forgetting the last few chapters and it's so horribly disjointed that i could cry. and it is not even directioneless! atleast then, IT WOULD BE GOING SOMEWHERE! right now, it is hopelessly lost & when it comes hopping to me for directions, i kick it away :weeps:

c) i keep making puny changes in some chapters...i know that's low. if it isn't then yaay! like the first chapter was shameful. what was i thinking? right, wasn't. so it's not spider solitaire (i need new game cd's) and the remarks were more or unnecessarily less caustic.

d) oh i will rant next time too; which'll be a good week away. i have to re-read and pull up the fic's sox (what am i even saying!)..i am honestly sorry it is a problem oh kind reader. if it is, i suggest you read my favourite stories. they are favourite for a reason! god bless you. alternatively, satan can too. the cheeky devil!

sorry :holds head in hands: the pun is mightier than the sword...