Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Harry Potter.
A/N: One thing I would like to clarify for people so I don't get my inbox blown up with angry reviews. I don't have a planned outline for any of my stories. I am literally thinking and writing as I go. If an idea comes to me the quicker the updates will be, but if I am stuck then they will take longer. For this I am sorry but I am doing the best I can. Thank you to those who continue to read and review. I am glad that you enjoy the things that pop into my head at the most random of times. So without further ado, please enjoy!
"So let's talk shall we?"
Blaise looked Hermione in the eye, his cold and impassive mask in place. "What do you want me to say Granger?"
Hermione glared at him. "First off, you are supposed to be using my first name which is Hermione. Say it with me, Her-my-oh-knee. Second, are these pictures the reason you have been acting so cold to me?"
"I don't have time to listen to this Granger. I need to check on Pansy." He rose from the couch and was about to make his way to the portrait, but was stopped by Hermione's hand on his arm.
"Am I so repugnant that you can't even stand to be near me? I know that I'm not gorgeous but I didn't think I was so horrifying that you wouldn't want to be seen with me. Do those pictures upset you because it shows that we have become closer and it embarrasses you?" Hermione rose from her spot on the table and placed herself directly in front of Blaise. Blaise remained silent, just looking over Hermione's shoulder. "I'm sorry," That got his attention, his eyes darted to her face and he was surprised to see her eyes well up with tears. "I'm sorry that I'm not what you want, that I'm just a mudblood who would be an embarrassment to you. I'm sorry that I'm apparently not better than that slag Parkinson. Dammit Blaise, I fancy you," Tears were running steadily down her cheeks while Blaise just continued to stare at her, seemingly at a loss for what to do. "I fancy you and wanted to be with you, but since I am such an embarrassing prospect you don't have to worry. I will not be pursuing you; I am not someone that you should be embarrassed to be seen with. I'm sorry to have been such a burden to you." Hermione broke off and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Blaise looked down at the slight girl, his heart breaking with each word she uttered. He knew that he was being unreasonable but his damn Slytherin nature just came forth. "Granger, I-"
"My name is Hermione!" She was yelling now, tears still coursing down her face. Blaise opened his mouth to argue with her but was suddenly surprised when Hermione swung out and slapped him across the face.
They both stood there, a little dumbfounded, one with a throbbing cheek and the other with tears in their eyes and a broken heart. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours before Hermione looked away, wiping away tears as she did. Before the silence could get anymore deafening, Hermione broke it turning away as she did so.
"Whe-where do we go from here?" Wrapping her arms around herself as if she were falling apart, she dropped down onto one of the armchairs. She got no response from Blaise. She sighed and lifted one of the pictures to look at it. "You know I was happy when Dray showed me these, I was starting to think that I was imagining that we were becoming closer. Then I see these pictures, pictures that were taken our first morning here and it is obvious that even in our sleep we are entirely comfortable with each other."
"Gran-"
"Why are you fighting so hard?" Hermione looked up at Blaise, who looked pained as he seemed to struggle internally, so she waited. When it seemed like he wouldn't respond she looked away and stood, holding the photo to her chest. Her entire body seemed to sag underneath an invisible weight. "I really do fancy you Blaise and I really thought that maybe you fancied me too. I guess I was wrong." She laughed a laugh which was devoid of warmth and humor. "Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor know-it-all, was terribly wrong. But that's what makes us human after all, our ability to make mistakes."
Blaise sighed tiredly and had to resist the urge to smack himself repeatedly. With a rock. In the face. Hard. "Gran-Hermione you weren't wrong. I-"he groaned when Hermione looked up at him, a tiny flame of hope in her eyes.
"I'm not? But you said-"
"I lied!" Blaise blurted, cringing when Hermione looked down at the pictures in her hands. "I'm sorry."
"Wh-why would you lie about something like that?" Hermione felt completely out of her element. "After everything with Ron and Rita, why would you do that?!" Hermione growled and shoved Blaise, cursing him inwardly when he failed to move even a little.
"Hermione-"
"Why do you have to be so bloody solid?!"
"Hermione, I'm sorry." Blaise placed his hands on Hermione's shoulders to prevent her from pushing him again. "My Slytherin-"
"Sod all of you bloody Slytherin's and they way you avoid showing your emotions." Hermione glared knocking Blaise's hands from her shoulders before roughly grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling his body against hers. She pressed herself as close as she could against Blaise and looked up at him. "Tell me the truth, do you fancy me?"
"Yes." Blaise didn't even consider hesitating and decided it was worth it when Hermione beamed at him.
"Good." Hermione pulled him down while raising herself up so that her lips could meet his, smashing roughly together in a fierce kiss that turned her brain into a pile of goo. She wrapped her arms around Blaise's neck and bit softly on his bottom lip, smiling into the kiss when she heard Blaise groan.
'Minx, she has to be a minx.' Blaise placed his hands on Hermione's hips holding her body against his; sliding his thumbs underneath the bottom of her top and stroking the soft skin beneath. He enthusiastically participated in the kiss, opening and tasting the warm mouth beneath his, swallowing Hermione's throaty moan.
Hermione's head was swimming; she had never felt this before. Her chaste innocent kisses with Viktor were nothing compared to Blaise's skillful and subtle seduction with his lips and tongue. She tangled her fingers in the hair on the lower part of Blaise's skull and held on for the ride. Blaise had just placed those delightful hands of his on her arse when the portrait slammed open, causing them to pull away from each other.
Both Blaise and Hermione had to stifle laughter when Draco stumbled into their rooms, flushed and panting with scratches marring his beautiful face.
"The THING is insane!" Draco's knees seemed to give out on him as he fell to the floor.
"Dare I ask what thing you are talking about?" Blaise drawled as he held Hermione, who was trying valiantly not to laugh, close.
"The red and gold snake, of course! It was terri- Hang on." He tilted his head adorably. "What is this?" He gestured at the two of them and their closeness.
"What does it look like Dray?" Hermione smiled brightly.
"It looks like what all of us have been waiting for. It's about bloody time! Now that-"Draco was cut off by the most ungodly sound coming from the corridor.
"DRAKEY-POO!~" They all froze as they started to hear scratching on the portrait. As one they slowly backed away as the scratching became frantic.
"Bloody fucking hell, I thought she had moved onto you Blaise." Draco shuddered and moved quickly to hide behind the couple, immediately noticing Hermione tense and pull away from Blaise.
"That reminds me." Hermione glared fiercely at Blaise, so fiercely that Draco quickly vacated the immediate area, seeking refuge in Hermione's room.
"Of what?" Blaise asked nervously.
"If I ever, and I mean ever, catch you near Pansy Parkinson again I will give a permanent sex change; and I can guarantee that it will be very slow and painful. Am I understood?" Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down.
"Understood. It didn't mean anything Hermione." Blaise admitted sheepishly.
"Didn't mean anything huh? However, I and everyone else will get to see the evidence of your passion for her. You left your marks all over her." Hermione brushed a curl away from her face. "It just hurts to see is all."
"I'm sorry Hermione." Blaise felt the urge to curse himself repeatedly, or rather have someone else do it for him, he didn't like getting his hands dirty.
"I know you are Blaise. It is just going to take some time before it doesn't hurt. Remember this Blaise, I forgive but I never forget." Hermione spoke softly as though any louder would disturb the seriousness of her statement. With that thought hanging between them Hermione made her way up to her room.
Hermione paused in the entryway of her room and just had to smile when she saw Draco sleeping peacefully on her bed, clinging to her pillow. She cooed quietly and quickly grabbed her camera that Rayne made her promise to keep on hand just for this reason. She quickly and quietly made her way towards the bed and snapped a few pictures. Smiling to herself, she could just see the look on Rayne's face when she saw these pictures and wondered if she should charge for these. She would make a killing. She snickered and quickly set her camera out of harm's way and took a running leap onto the prone figure on her bed.
"SON OF A-!" Grunts of pain and the smacking sound of connecting limbs rang throughout the room, followed by the hysterical laughter of one Hermione Granger.
"Rise and shine Draco!" Hermione smiled sweetly at the flushed and scowling blonde beneath her before rolling to the side.
"I despise you."
"Don't lie, you know you love me."
"I can say with all honesty that I don't."
"Aww but Drakey-poo~"
Groan. "Don't ever call me that again."
"But it suits you perfectly."
"I think I just might vomit."
"Well don't do it on my bed. Go vomit on Blaise." Hermione rolled on her side so that she was facing Draco who was still looking disgruntled.
"Why would I do that? He happens to be my best friend." Draco sniffed.
"Well I'm glad to hear that means I won't be vomited on." Came from the doorway, Hermione and Draco both turned to see a smirking Blaise, leaning casually against the doorframe and in Hermione's opinion, looking to bloody perfect.
"Of course, I think that the only one who should worry is Pansy." Draco drawled.
"Speaking of Parkinson, is she still out there?" They all went silent, listening very carefully, and sure enough there was the sound of faint scratching and calls of 'Drakey-poo' coming from the entrance of the dorm.
Hermione snorted indelicately. "Well go on 'Drakey-poo'. Your darling is awaiting you anxiously."
"And she can keep on waiting, because there is now way in this lifetime or the next that I will go anywhere near her." Draco shuddered at the thought of being within touching distance of Pansy.
Hermione laughed lightly and eyed Blaise out of the corner of her eye. "That reminds me," She turned to look at Blaise straight on and almost smirked when he began to fidget nervously. "I hope that I won't stumble onto any item belonging to Pansy Parkinson, in particular, her clothing."
Blaise paled and quickly vacated the room with the sound of Draco's hysterical laughter echoing behind him.