Author of Fic; Izabela Kr. a.k.a Amneslie

Chapter; 4

Pairing; Hermione Jean Granger/ Blaise Zabini

Disclaimer; Me? Own Harry Potter? HAHAHAHAHAHA Cool story, bro. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling and her genuine mind.

Blaise was shocked. Granger was kissing him. And she was kissing him fiercly. He cupped her face in his hands and responded to the kiss. The kiss went a lot more passionate and they both sat up, nearing each other more. Blaise made Hermione sit in his lap and put his hands around her waist. She started to move her hands around his body, reaching for his hair. She pulled him near. Then, she suddenly let him go and layed back on her part, covering herself with the covers. Blaise stared at her with amazement. Then, he decided he'd think about that tomorrow.

Hermione had it a lot more difficult to fall asleep. When she layed on her side, her heart was beating so fiercly, that she feared that it'd escape from her chest. Her cheeks had reached the state of crimson red. Why did she do that? She was clearly offended that he called her an open book, but that... that was so... Ugh! She couldn't even describe how it was. She couldn't even describe how she felt towards Blaise. He was a friend, for sure, he was handsome, hot, inteligent and a good kisser. But he was a Slytherin. A friend of Malfoy. And maybe a death eater. That thought made her shiver, she twisted and turned around to face a sleeping Blaise. She hestiated for a minute, but then she neared him and kissed his forehead. His eyes shifted a bit in his sleep, and she smiled. She then turned around and fell asleep, not knowing that a certain Slytherin wasn't sleeping, but observing every single move she made. When he was sure she was alseep, he rose from the bed and walked to where Hermione was sleeping. He waited a long time to see her sleep. He sat beside her side and stood there, untill he unconsciously fell asleep.

He dreamed of a mansion. A cold, dark, dark aura full mansion. It was huge; four floors were clearly visible. It was made out of a black rock, both old as ice and burning like hell. A protective magic, no doubt. He roamed his eyes around that unnknown territory, searching for a name tag or something similar. Not the slithest hint of something like that was found.

There was a stony pathway leading directly to the main entrance. A woman with dark brown hair was waiting right in front of the door. Blaze searched for his wand at his pocket, but no luck; it wasn't there.

'' A disarmed wizard is a tamed wizard, Mr Zabini.'' Someone said and Blaise looked quickly at the woman. She hadn't moved, but a playfull smirk was playing on her face. '' I believe you do not know me. Do you wish to enter and talk?'' Blaise froze. This was bad. He'd enter if the woman was nice looking and sane, but that woman... There was something strange about her. As if she was somehow important. As if she was something powerful beyond believeing.

He suddenly felt his feet moving, but it wasn't him. He didn't recall moving; something made him do it. Then he fell in te situation; that woman was controlling him. A disarmed wizard is a tamed wizard, Mr. Zabini.'' She had said. Of course. Tamed animals obey to their master's orders. He tried to stop, to regain the autocontrol among the feet, but there was no use. That witch was way too powerful for him, and he couldn't do anything agains her.

As they entered the house, he regained some of the control amongst his feet. She made him sit opposite her and served him some Italian coffee. Blaise looked at it suspiciously, but the woman made him drink.

'' So, Mr Zabini, I am glad you were able to join me.'' The woman said while Blaise was drinking.

'' Who are you?'' Blaise growled. The woman chuckled.

'' Manners, Mr Zabini, manners.'' She said. '' I am Iris Ciel, boy. I am sure you do know me.'' Blaise srugged a bit. Of course he knew that name. Who didn't?

'' Miss Ciel, please forgive my anterior disrespectful attitude. I have not recognised you at first.'' Blaise said. Iris Ciel was one of the most noble pureblood witches, and the daughter of an incredibly important wizard, Clement Ciel, and she herself was incredibly powerful. Voldemort had attempted many times to bring her on his side, but she always refused. He thought she was neutral, but Blaise knew that she was a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

'' It is alright, Mr Zabini. It was my bad that you didn't recognse me. I brought you here against your will...'' She rubbed her temples. '' We do not dispose of unlimited time, Mr Zabini. I have brought you here to ask you for a favour.''

'' But miss'' Blaise started and stared into Iris Ciel's stormy gray eyes. '' Am I really outside Hogwarts or...''

'' You are still inside Hogwarts, Mr Zabini, I assure you.'' Iris sighed. '' I have only, how to say it, extracted your soul out of your body and bought it here. An it would be a great waste of powers if you do not answer my questin, Mr Zabini. Are you willing to help me or not?''

'' It will be an honour to help you, Miss Ciel.'' Blaise said and sensed how little by little, he was slipping away somehow.

'' We do not have many time.'' Iris sighed. '' I believe today is September, 19?''

'' Indeed, miss.'' Blaise answered.

'' Good.'' Iris smiled. '' A classmate of yours, Hermione Granger, reaches her 16 today.''

'' And so?''

'' Hm.'' Iris said. '' I believe miss Granger reaching her 16th brthday is quite of a problem, Mr Zabini. A big problem.'' Iris looked distracted. '' We have only a minute. When you wake up, a golden cat will enter the room of Requierements. It will give you a letter. Read it, then burn it or hide it well. Nobody can know about it. I will send you messages for future instructions. Just remember; Mantain it a secret'' That said, Blaise suddenly opened his eyes. Hermione was not on her side anymore. On the contrary, she was laying on the green bed. He got up and smiled. It was half past seven, so he figured she should wake up already. But just before he reached her, something caressed his bare feet. A golden American Curl was staying in his feet, its gaze staring right into his eyes. It jumped and landed on Blaise's lap, curling into a ball. A letter was attached to its collar. Blaise silently took away the note and opened it.