A/N: Sorry for the wait I had a very embarrassing incident that left me with a broken wrist. So my little sister had my laptop for almost two weeks, I don't know why she doesn't use her laptop, she says it's because she doesn't know my password for and I always stay logged in on my laptop. She said something writing story from my account. Then I caught her deleting some of my email. Okay, I will deal with her later, any who I finally have my laptop back and my wrist is almost healed so I am uploading.

Okay so people have been telling me that Sarah is a little bit too extreme. That is the way she is supposed to be, she has been given a mission and her father told her to not let anything or anyone get in her way, and Sarah wants to live up to her father so she won't let him down. Now I don't want to give too much away, but I thought that I would just clarify that. If you have any more questions on Sarah and or other parts of the story, just write them in the review box or PM them to me, because I don't want any of you guys to be confused.

Onto the story, I wouldn't want to keep you lovely readers waiting after that unneeded wait!

Disclaimer: All I own is the plot and the characters you do not recognize.

Chapter Seventeen: Making Decisions

Hermione was sitting at her desk studying when Draco walked through the portrait door.

"Oh, Draco! We have to talk about Christmas break; you have been avoiding me all week, but we can't wait any longer. Our break is a week away and if you are going to come with me then you need to pack, now!"

"Hermione, I just don't know if I want to stay with a bunch of muggles for two weeks." Draco said running a hand through his platinum locks.

"Two! Two muggles! Oh and Harry and Ron might come to visit, but that's it." She promised.

Draco walked over to the couch, sitting down, "You're just making me want to stay here even more!"

"Please come, if you don't I'll be distraught," Hermione cried, sitting down on his lap.

He looked into her pleading eyes, "Ugh, fine I'll go with you."

She kissed his cheek happily, "Thank you! You won't regret it!"

Draco sighed, "I hope not."

She removed herself from his lap and went back to the desk to finish working.

"What are you working on?" Draco asked peering over her shoulder.

"DADA essay." She answered.

"Hermione?"

"Mhm?" Hermione responded, eyes still on her paper, her quill scribbling away.

"When are we going to tell Blaise?"

Hermione froze, her writing stopping immediately. She hadn't wanted to tell Blaise because that would involve her having to relive the memory.

"I don't know, but we will tell him, I promise" She said, standing up to face him.

He wrapped his arms around her, "Hey, Mia? Do you want to talk about it?"

Hermione shook her head and gave him a reassuring smile.

"No. No I'm fine, really." She added after seeing his unbelieving expression.

Draco looked at her sadly he knew she was lying, but he knew she was having trouble dealing with it so he didn't push any further.

He kissed her gently on her head, "Alright. What do you want to do, I'm not going to sit here and watch you do homework the rest of the day."

"Shouldn't you be working on yours?" Hermione asked.

"Nah, I'll do it sometime next week."

"It's due tomorrow." She smirked at him.

"Shit! Mia, would you do it for me?"

"Draco! I have to finish my essay, not to mention Ron's. I can't do yours as well," Hermione answered wriggling out of his arm, walking towards her bedroom.

"Whoa wait, if you can do Weaselbee's essay why can't you do mine?" Draco asked following her.

"I'm only doing Ron's essay because it was due over a week ago. It's not even the same assignment!"

He groaned, "How is Weasel King any better than I am, that makes you so persistent in doing his?"

"First off; quit calling him names, his name is Ron, and second I didn't say that he was any better than you are, but he is my best friend and he asked first."

Draco leaned closer so that his lips were centimeters away from hers.

"You can't do this with Weasley," he closed the space in between them, moving his lips roughly against hers.

"Are you trying to bribe me?" She asked against his lips.

"Maybe," He mumbled in response.

They were so caught up in the moment, that they didn't even hear the portrait door swing open.

Sarah and Blaise sat on the floor, sitting in front of the fireplace, in the empty Slytherin common room.

"Yeah, I'm kind of difficult to understand." Sarah laughed.

"I can tell. So, tell me about your parents? What are they like, who are they?" Blaise questioned.

"Whoa, I'm not getting interviewed for the MAFIA, am I?" She joked, "well, my mother is Madeleine Avery, she's like most pure blood par-"

"Wait, your mother isn't related to Arielle Avery is she?" Blaise asked.

Sarah nodded, "The same."

"Wow, so that means you're family was part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight," Blaise exclaimed.

"That's one of the reasons my father chose her to marry, the other is she's drop dead gorgeous."

"And your father is he related to a known descendant, too?" Blaise asked excited.

Sarah chuckled, "Well, he's known, but we only seem to be talking about me. I think it's time you be the interviewee and I be the interviewer."

Blaise leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Alright, shoot."

She let her eyes wander the room for a bit, while she pondered on a question to ask him.

After a minute or two went by, Blaise knocked softly on Sarah's head, "Hello? Sarah's brain, are you in there?"

Sarah giggled and swatted his hand away, "I can't think of any!"

"C'mon, you were just complaining about how I was asking all the questions, now I finally give you a chance and you blank! You've got to think of something, Sarah."

"Oh, alright!" She but her lip nervously, "do you think I'm a bad person?"

Blaise immediately scooted next to her, wrapping an arm around her comfortingly, "No! No of course not! What would make you think that?"

She turned towards him, "I need to tell you something."

Harry stood in disgust for about a minute before Draco and Hermione realized the he was there.

"Harry! What are you doing here?"

Draco groaned, "Your friends are trying to make me suicidal."

"Ginny wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping with her today." Harry stated ignoring Draco's comment.

Hermione furrowed her brows, "Why couldn't Ginny tell me this herself?"

"I wanted to talk to you, so I told her I would ask you for her."

"Oh well, I'll talk to her later about that. What did you want to talk about?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked over at Draco who was still glaring at him.

"Draco, could I talk to Harry alone for a second?" Hermione asked noticing the look Harry was giving him.

"Why? Anything Scarhead has to say he can say it in front of me!" He answered.

"Draco, please stop being difficult. Just go, I will be finished with Harry in a minute." Hermione said sternly.

Draco looked at Harry, sending a glare his way before walking into his room.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione spoke first, "If it's something about Draco, I don't want to hear it. Just tell what it was that you didn't want to say in front of him."

"Er...well, I just wanted to apologize to you for how I've been acting..." Harry said nervously.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, then to Harry's surprise she started laughing, "That's what you couldn't say in front of Draco? Okay, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have laughed at you. I accept your apology! Now give me a hug,"

Harry smiled and pulled her into a hug. "Alright, I have to go, Quidditch practice."

Hermione said goodbye to Harry and walked to Draco's door, opening it.

"Good he's gone, now can we finish what we started?" Draco smirked and nuzzled his head in the nape of her shoulder.

Hermione giggled, "I would love to, but we can't do anything right now."

"Why?" Draco whined.

"Well, it's that that time of the month..."

Draco groaned, "That means by the time that's over, we'll be at your parent house and there is no way you're going to let me in your pants with your parents in the same house. This is going to be the worst two weeks ever!"

She smiled and kissed his cheek, "You'll be fine!"

There was a knock at the portrait door. Hermione walked over to the door and opened it.

"Zabini?" Hermione looked back at Draco, who in return shrugged.

Blaise looked at her, "I need to tell you guys something."

"Blaise? What's wrong?" Sarah asked a very angry looking Blaise.

Blaise was looking at her in a way she never seen before, as though he could burn a hole in her with his eyes. His fists were clenched, the tautness of his muscles showing through his shirt.

He shoved Sarah back. Hard. She gasped. Then he slammed her up against the wall and kissed her.

It was so intense that she nearly came apart. She was on fire, clutching at his shirt, his hands gripping my waist. Her arms came up around his neck. She was dazed, overwhelmed. Her heart was hammering fit to burst. He kissed her harder, one hand fisting in the tangles of her hair. His mouth was fierce on hers, his fingers biting into her hip. She made a strangled sound, feeling like she was pulling apart.

Then he drew a knife out of his pocket.

The unmistakeable sight brought her to shocked awareness in an instant. The blade slid alongside her throat, angling just under her jaw. She froze her hands clenching, helpless.

"I should kill you," Blaise said in her ear, deadly low. He was still pinning her. "I should cut your throat here and now."

"You promised you wouldn't tell!" Sarah said.

He shook his head, "No, no I kept my promise, but you didn't tell me what you did to Granger. Why would you do this?"

Sarah took this moment to slip under his arm whisking the knife away from him.

"I guess you should've killed me when you had the chance," her eyes starting to tear up, "I'm really sorry, Blaise."

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please remember to review!

Ana