Hell Harbours no forgiveness
Chapter nine.
Wow I bet you all thought id forgotten this story huh? Well fear not my beauty's for I have returned with chapters!
I have no valid excuse for being gone for so long, severe writers block, huge load of work to do - I started a new job btw, if any of you were interested.
Anyway, here it is, chapter nine and to reward your patience, a first kiss!
Oh and thankyou for all the reviews follows and favourites, I think its time to let you all know I'm a review whore, the more reviews I get the more I'm motivated to continue, and its nice to know what your all thinking and feeling toward the story so far!
Love DH x
Hermione had never had detention before. She scowled as she stamped down the corridors her conversation with Ron and Harry ringing clear in her mind. They ha told her to be careful, to watch out and that they would hex the bastard if he so much as squinted at her. She had smiles and thanked them but really it was Parkinson that needed a good hexing, or a good slap - either would be sufficient.
She trudged down the dark dungeon corridors until she came to the potions room. She entered to see Zabini already there, perched on Slughorns desk as he twirled a card between his fingers.
"About time you showed up" he muttered, slipping the card back into his pocket.
"Wheres the Professor?" She grunted, choosing to ignore his comment.
"He left a couple of minuets ago, said to tell you to help me clean the classroom then we can leave."
"Right" she nodded as she transfigured a spoon into a sponge.
"What in merlins name are you doing." He raised an eyebrow as her as she picked up the sponge, "scourgify."
She watched as the whole room magically began to clean itself before turning to him with a frustrated sigh.
"The whole point of detention, Zabini" she sneered his name. "Is for those being punished to suffer, cleaning with magic is hardly suffering."
He snorted. "And why should we suffer for Parkinsons foolish behaviour?"
Noticing he was right she pouted to herself and turned around. A few seconds later she felt a presence behind her.
Turning abruptly she was face to face with him, well as face to face as was possible considering he was a good head taller than her.
"Wh-what are you d-doing Zabini"
He chuckled. "Afraid Granger?"
"Ofcourse not"
He chuckled again before rolling up his sleeves and placing a hand each side of her and leaning forward on the desk until they were nose to nose. She was trapped.
"I am not a death eater Granger" she didn't reply. "Are we clear?"
He looked into her eyes when she didn't respond. Suddenly he felt himself leaning forward, he couldn't seem to stop himself he bent his head and gave her a small kiss on the lips.
She felt a small spark run through her like a little jolt of electricity and before she could stop herself she was crashing her lips into his. Her arms moved of there own accord around his neck as he kissed her back with the same vigour and intensity she was kissing him with. His arms began to snake round her waist and as hers moved slowly down to rest her palms on her chest she felt a small bout of sanity race back into her mind. She pushed his chest, hard, he stumbled back and she raced from the dungeons.
She wouldn't let her brain catch ip with her as she focussed all her energy on running to the Gryfindor tower. What had just happened? How had that just happened? What did that even mean? She shook her head to rid herself of thoughts as she stumbled round the corner and ran head first into Malfoy.
"Watch where your fucking going Mudblood" he sneered as he stood up and dusted off his shirt. "Flith like you will be the death of me."
"What are you doing out of bed?" It was the first thing that came to her mind, she didnt have the mental strength to argue at the moment.
"Whats it got to do with you?"
"Prefect"
He nodded slowly and smirked.
"How was detention?"
Her face turned white before she scowled at him. "10 points from Slytherin, now run along before I take more."
He chuckled and raised an eye brow. "Blaise piss you off that much hey mudblood?" He gave another chuckle before gliding down the corridor toward the dungeons.
"Purple puffle snouts" she breathed when she finally reached the fat lady. The portrait swung open, finally granting her the safety of the Gryfindor common room.
...
Blaise collapsed onto his back on Astorias bed, as she sat on the bedside table watching him curiously.
"Your mother still?"
Blaise snorted and shook his head as he felt something land on his stomach. "Thanks" he mumbled as he began unwrapping the chocolate frog.
"The mystery woman?" She asked, picking at her nails and eyeing him as he tipped the frog into his open mouth, nodding he bit down on the frog, swallowed and let out a sigh. "Are you going to tell me?"
He shook his head, "we kissed"
"And thats bad?" She asked, a confused frown spreading across her features as his eye widened and he turned to her?
"Bad? Bad? Astoria its fucking awful!"
She shook her head. "How?"
"That means she feels the fucking same! Doesn't it? Does it?"
She couldn't help but notice the hopeful glint in his eyes even through his complaining. She shrugged her shoulders.
"One would assume"
He nodded and stood up. "Merlin this is unbelievable"
She nodded and crossed and uncrossed her legs. "Indeed it is."
He shot her a smile before exiting the room and returning to his. He sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands, letting out a frustrated growl. How the fuck ha that happened, why had he kissed her? And whats worse why did she kiss him back.
"Just ran into Granger." He looked up to see Draco entering the room, his shirt and hair noticeably dishevelled. "Seems like you riled her up pretty bad, nice one mate"
Blaise nodded, not wishing in the slightest to divulge his problems into Malfoy of all people.
"Looking pretty riled up yourself I notice."
Draco smirked as he sat down on his bed, unbuttoning his shirt and hanging his tie across the headboard of his bed.
"A man has needs."
"You make me sick, and you wonder why she follows you around like a love sick goblin"
"Oh hush virgin boy, pansys there when I nee to relieve stress."
Blaise raised an eye brow as Draco shrugged on his Pjama shirt.
"And what stress would that be? Other than the diseases you could catch from sleeping with Pansy Parkinson?"
Dracos mouth pressed into a thin line as he looked Blaise dead in the eye. "Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about."
And with that he flicked his wand, turned out the lights and slipped into bed. Blaise sighed as he did the same, even though he knew there would be no sleep for him tonight.
...
"Whats up?"
Hermione jumped as Harry pulled her from her quiet reverie.
"Sorry what?
Ron and Harry exchanged a worried glance.
"Ever since you came back from detention you seem a little..."
"Off" Ginny finished as she took a seat on the other side of hermione. "What did that bastard do?"
"Oh honestly" Hermione stood up and shook her head. "Can I not be in a quiet mood without it having anything to do with Blaise Zabini?"
Her three friends exchanged glances before giving a series of grunts and shrugs.
"Honestly" she shook her head. "Come on mow, off to bed, its Saturday tomorrow and we are heading to hogsmede."