Hell harbours no forgiveness
Chapter five.

Livid. He was absolutely livid. Blaise let out a frustrated growl as he cast a cleansing spell over his bed. Nothing happened, the thick green slime seemed to only multiply.
He looked over at Draco who was also letting out the same frustrated noises.
"FUCK" he shouted as he kicked his bed post. "Ill kill them"
"Gryfindors" Blaise grunted as he picked up his sleep shirt.
"Where are you going?"
"To find somewhere to sleep." He looked over to Dracos still slime covered bed. "I suggest you do the same."
He left the room as he heard Draco mutter a few choice curse words before he moved out of ear shot of the room.
He sighed as he sat down in the common room and lay down on the cold black leather of the sofa. He was going to have a more than uncomfortable sleep tonight.

He jumped as he felt someone drop on top of him. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking rapidly until they focussed.
"You slept here?" Astoria questioned as she frowned down at him. He long brown hair swept up into a messy bun and her green and black robes hung loosely around her shoulders.
"Gryfindors cursed our beds" he muttered as he sat up. She stood up so he could move his legs, then sat back down next to him.
"Oh dear" she shook her head. "I really did think people would be above this immaturity by now"
He smiled and nodded his head in agreement.
"Oh don't you act all innocent Blaise Zabini" she glared up at him. "I know you cursed them in the Great hall yesterday"
He smirked as she pushed him playfully. She slid her hand into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a brown envelope.
"You've got a letter" she smiled handing it to him. "Stupid owl crashed into my window again so I had to take it."
He opened the letter and sighed as he looked down at the elegant curly hand writing.

"Dearest Blaise;
As you know dear the wedding is fast approaching and I have already invited your friend and his family (the Malfoy's, very wealthy family), I was hoping you would bring a date.
I have added a plus one to your name incase you decide to bring someone. I would much appreciate some female company.
See you this weekend,
Love Anya x"

Astoria watched as he frowned down at the parchment before folding it and pocketing it within his tracksuit bottoms.
"She has very lovely handwriting"
"Yes I suppose she does" he smiled down at the girl. She was really very beautiful. "Would you like to attend the wedding with me?"
She frowned at him, a worried expression embedded on her face.
"As a friend" he said quickly, noting how she visibly relaxed. "Mother insists that I bring her female company, and unluckily for you you are the only female I think I could bare for such an excessive amount of time"
She laughed as she stood up and clapped her hands together.
"In that case I would love to"
He patted her head before retreating back to his slime covered dormitory to dress.

An hour later in potions.

Blaise sat down silently next to Hermione. As usual she was hunched over the potions book with multiple ingredients laid out over the desk.
"Skele gro" she said. Her voice was confident with the underlying tone of superiority it often carried. "Were making that today."
"I am aware" his voice was low, miserable almost. He mentally kicked himself for letting his annoyance at the Gryfindors prank show. "Is this" he gestured to to ingredients. "Your idea of an apology?"
She snapped her head up and frowned at him. "I have nothing to apologise for."
He snorted and gave a curt nod.
"Lets just get this over with." He looked away from her an concentrated on cutting three puffer fish, eventually adding them to the cauldron.
She watched intrigued at the delicacy his hands displayed, every cut was precise and pre-meditated, she was almost sad to see him finnish.
She added a crushed scarab beetle to the murky grey liquid and smiled as it began to smoke.
"Perfect" Slughorn chortled loudly as he peered into the cauldron. "You two are truly an amazing combination"
He walked away towards Neville and his partners melting cauldron whilst placing a sample of the liquid into his robe.
"I had nothing to do with the prank" she murmured as se watched Blaise begin to clear away their used equipment.
"Scourgify" a blue light shot from the end of his wand and she watched the dirty knifes and chopping boards clean themselves.
He levitated the cauldron and utensils back to the cupboard before finally turning to her.
"Why would I believe a word that comes out of your mouth."
She shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent expression on her face.
"I don't expect you to, I just had to let you know."
She got up to leave but he grabbed her wrist. Her skin was surprisingly soft and his large tanned hand completely encircled her tiny pale wrist. All of a sudden he didn't want to let go, he was confused at the sudden heat that washed over his body.
"Get the fuck off her" he heard someone hiss from behind him. He let go of her wrist ad watched as it dropped to her side before turning and being met with a red faced Ron Weasley.
"Im sure she was quite enjoying it weasel"
"I beg to bloody differ" Ron spluttered, his face reddening as his wand hand twitched.
Blaise smirked as he watched the boys distress grow. The silence settled around them as the rest of the class turned to look.
"Leave it Ronald" she murmured, she motioned toward the door and began to head out.
"Don't ever do that again" Ron hissed in an attempt to be menacing, and with that followed the bushy haired girl from the room.
Blaise turned to see an amused smirk plastered on Dracos face.

6:00pm in the Library.

Blaise yawned and stretched his arms and shut the book he had been reading for the last hour.
"The library will be closed in an hour"
He turned to see Hermione as she placed a large red and purple book back on the shelf.

As soon as he turned around she felt the blood drain from her face. If she had known it was him she wouldn't of spoken. "Oh, sorry" she mumbled, she tried to turn away but her limbs were failing her. She was rooted to the spot with her face pale and an embarrassed blush creeping up the back of her neck.

He watched her as she blinked rapidly. She was making jerky movements asif trying to turn away but not quite being able to.
Her face had become pale and her mouth was twitching with words she was unable to speak.
"Thankyou" his voice was calm.
He stood up and places the book back on the self next to his chair. He walked towards her and for the faintest moment he felt his arm brush against hers and he faltered in his steps.
He herd her suck in a sharp breath but she still stood rooted to the spot, sucking in sharp chunks of air as his steps continued down the hallway. He shook his head and quickened his pace.
Fuck.