For The Love of Cake
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"Are you quite alright?" Hermione looked up as everyone at the Gryffindor table froze stiff. Blaise Zabini was standing there, eyebrow arched cooly, looking at her. She frowned back, crossing her arms,
"you just did it again!"
"Yes, though I didn't frighten you this time," he paused, "and I didn't mean to before, it's not as though we can help it." He pulled a book from his inside robe pocket, offering it to her, "and you dropped this."
"Thank you and yes, I'm fine." She nodded, placing the book in her bag. Blaise nodded and turned, sweeping out. Hermione frowned, watching him go. Blaise's robes billowed about behind him like Snape's had. She wondered if it was a spell before looking back, finding her entire house staring at her. "what?"
"What was that?" Ginny asked, "Zabini just...what?"
"He...well, there was a rather embarrassing incident in the library yesterday evening." Hermione blushed. Ginny rolled her wrist, needing more, and Hermione saw no harm in it so she told her, "Zabini was practically- well, that's not true, he wasn't hiding. I was just distracted and he moved, I hadn't seen him," she shrugged, "he frightened me and I screamed. Daphne and Draco came running with Pansy to see what was the matter."
"Oh." Ginny blinked, shrugging, "that's nothing."
"Was anything offensive said?" Harry asked.
"Yes." They all turned to stare and she grinned, "it was rather childish but I was embarrassed and I told him I hoped he lost to Ginny so badly it would make him cry before I left." Ginny gaped, laughing,
"did you! Thanks, Mione, I'll do my best to make him squawl." Hermione winked at her, gathering her things and heading to Transfiguration. She frowned, thinking it over. She had the class with Blaise, who could just as easily have returned the book then. Why had he chosen breakfast, and why had Draco asked for her help? She scowled, suddenly suspicious.
Swinging her bag around, Hermione dug in it and found the book. It wasn't even one she'd ever checked out though it could be useful, a book on Defense spells. Scanning it, she found no spells of any kind so she opened it, a piece of parchment fluttering out. Sighing, Hermione stooped to pick it up and read it.
My offer for Hogsmeade still stands. I didn't think you'd want me to ask in front of your friends. ~Daphne
Snorting, Hermione shoved the note in her bag along with the book and went on her way to Transfiguration, sitting down. Pulling out a piece of parchment, she scribbled down a note,
you can tell her I said no, I'm certainly not stupid but I'm keeping the book. Thanks. -HG.
Flicking her wand, Hermione sent the note sailing across the room, just over Hannah Abbot's head and into Blaise's hands. He read it, rolled his eyes and tucked it away, nodding to her before returning his attention to whatever he was writing. His lack of questioning toward the stupid part of the note just reaffirmed her belief that Daphne was hell bent on pulling a prank on her.
She leaned on her desk, thinking about the Slytherin. She couldn't deny that Daphne was certainly attractive, or that she had her own attraction toward females, having experimented with Padma before, though neither of them mentioned it. She'd also attempted to date Luna and found the Ravenclaw not her type. Her longest relationship had been with a muggle girl, Sarah. But no one knew anything about Padma, Luna or Sarah, at all. Hermione had done her best not to tell a soul.
She refused to lie to herself, blushing as she thought it over. It would have been lovely if Daphne truly was interested. Still, that was a base attraction, she didn't know anything about the girl at all. She frowned, shaking it off, it didn't matter. She wouldn't bite on any spiteful pranks because of her blood status or the fact that she'd help to win the war.