Author of Fic; Izabela Kr. a.k.a Amneslie
Chapter; 5
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 took out the parchement and slowly opened it. He canned the handwriting; elegant and legible. It was written with blak normal ink. The parchement was perfect, compared to the ones he used. His eyes statrted to run through the parchement, soaking in every written word.
Dear Mr Zabini,
I am very glad you accepted the mission blindly. But I do not recall telling you the purpose of this mission, so I shall take care of that right away.
Your mission, Mr Zabini, is to protect Hermione Granger. Voldemort has decided she'd make a worthy Death Eater and will chase her as he did to me. But I fear that Miss Granger will not be able to defend herself, as I did. He also knows a secret about her... a secret kept for a long time. I do not think that you should know this secret now. It might affect your mission performance.
However, as I said, the main goal of this mission is to keep Miss Granger alive and on the right side. For the matter, I believe that you have to build a friendly relationship with her to succeed. Believe me, Mr Zabini, not even the best of her friends may keep her safe when it comes to this. Watch out, Mr Zabini, this woun't be a game. People might die if you fail.
May the odds help you
Iris Helen Ciel
Blaise raised a brow. A secret, huh? Nothing can be kept in secret for too long. And if Voldemort knew, then he would make sure it is revealed. He put the letter in his pocket carefully and moved the cat away from his lap. At the moment in which the cat touched the ground, it dissoved into millions of gold pieces and flew away. Blaise got up and went to Hermione, who was watching the wall. She smiled when she saw him.
'' Thought you were sleeping.'' Blaise said and she grinned.
'' Wasn't. When I woke up, you were sleeping in a sitting position next to my bed, so I decided I'd move and make you some space to lay down.'' She shrugged. Blaise chuckled. Of course, she had freaked out when she saw him there.
'' We better go to breakfast. McGonagall's gona have our heads if she figures you weren't ill, and you had skipped a whole day.'' Blaise laughed when Hermione fell from the bed in horror. She huffed at him and he raised his hands in the air, giving up. '' Oh, that reminds me...'' Blaise summoned with his wand his patronus, a fox, brought her a bouqet of roses. Hermione gaped and took the roses, taking both Blaise and his Patronus. '' Happy birthday, Hermione.'' She smiled and hugged him.
'' Where'd you know?'' She asked.. He smirked.
'' That's a secret, sweetheart.'' She blushed and releaed him, walking to the door, waving at Blaise. He smiled as she left. A minute after her, he left the room as well, swearing that he'd succed in his mission and protect that girl from the dark lord. Because she can be either his ticket to a dark mark free life... or either the woman hat may make him happy...
Hermione quickly climbed the staircae to the Gryffindor tower. She made a charm on the roses, so she was the only one that could see that they were roses. The others would just see a pile of books or her bag. She told the Fat Lady the password and entered the common room. Harry and Ron were there, both waiting for something. Harry had a worried look on his face, while Ron... Ron looked insane.
'' Mione!'' Harry yelled. '' Thanks god! McGonagall told us you were ill, but you weren't in the infirmary, we were dead worried...'' Harry babbled while he got up and hugged Hermione.
'' Calm down, Harry.'' She said. Then, she turned to his ear and whispered. '' You and I are going to have a serious talk about Ginny tonight. Understood?'' Harry gulped and nodded. He released Hermione and sat back on his seat.
'' Hermione Jean Granger! Care telling us where you were?'' Ron yelled. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
'' You are definately not my father to talk to me like this, Ronald!'' She hissed at him. He got up. '' Neither you are superior!'' What happened after that was not a shock, but a huge shock. Ron got up, walked to Hermione, raised his hand and it flew across Hermione's face, slapping her on the right cheek, making her face turn around. She slowly raised a hand and touched the place where Ron had slapped her. It was heating up in a very dark shade of red and it stinked a bit. Hermione felt something hot run down her mouth. She moved it to the place where the liquid was flowing and found out it was blood. She slowly turned around, lookinng straight into Ron.
'' If you are to treat woman like this, Ronald Billius Weasley...'' She spit with such venom that if she was a snake and had bit Ron, he'd be dead by now. '' You are no man at all. A coward, that's what you are. An alcoholic coward!'' She yelled, took out her wound and used Petrificus Totalus on Ron. '' Nothing more than that, Ronald. You are no Gryffindor. Gryffindors are noble, brave and treat people as their equal, but you... You do not deserve being in here!'' She yelled and threw Ron at the wall. '' And if that is what you think about me, that I'm a good for nothing Mudblood, then our friendship ends right here, right now. I've had enough!'' Hermione yelled again and ran back to her room.
Harry had watched the scene with pure terror in his eyes. First Ron hit Hermione and broke her lip. And she had sent him to the wall with such ower, he suspected his best friend had at least one broken bone. A very, very powerful aura had surrounded Hermione then. But he did not fear that as much as he feared the consequences of this fight; they would never be friends again. Why did they have to fight now? They needed eachother and Harry needed them both. A war was coming and they can't turn against eachother! And what if Ron kills Hermione ''accidentaly'' during the war? And what if she does the same to him? What was he going to do? Then he saw that there was a pile of books scattered on the floor. He got up and helped Ron up, but then he went to the pile and recollected it. It smelled strangely nice. He needed a excuse to visit Hermione and that was perfect. But a problem popped out; he could not near the girls'dormitories. No way to access, then. He went to his room, got out his quill and a parchement and started writing. He sent Hedwig to deliver the letter and went to breakfast, since it had already started. What he didn't expect was that Blaise Zabini would get him in a corner.
'' What the hell, Zabini!?'' Harry yelled
'' Where's Hermione, Potthead?'' Blaise asked
'' Why do you care?'' Harry asked.
'' What happened to her?'' Blaise glared.
'' None of your buisness. Now piss off.'' Harry tried to free himself, but Blaise's grasp tightened.
'' It is my buisness. Now spill or I'll make you.'' He got out a bottle and Harry recognised it; Veritaserum.
'' Where'd you...?'' Harry asked, his jaw dropping.
'' Not cooperative, eh? Say Aa.'' He put on a bit of liquid in Harry's mouh. '' Now. What happened to Hermione.''
'' Ron h-'' Harry was interruped by something.
'' Blaise. Leave Harry. He's not responsible for what have happened.'' Hermione said. Blaise spun and looked at her. She was biting her lower lip.
'' What did Weasel do.'' Blaise asked.
'' Nothing, Blaise. Nothing important. He was being an asshole, that's all. Now let's go to breakfast or we won't be able to eat before classes start.'' Blaise gave her a look that meant he wasn't dropping the subject that easily, but walked away. Leaving Hermione and Harry alone.
'' You alright, Mione?'' Harry asked, truly concerned about his friend.
'' Guess so.'' She shrugged. '' He could have gone firther, I guess.'' That said, she went to the Hall, sitting next to Ginny at the end of the table.
Ginny told her how she had made friends with Malfoy and how they two have been all night long talking about Harry. Malfoy revelaed that he only hated him because of Hermione and Ron, but now that he is on good terms on Hermione, he just hates Harry because of Ron. And she on her turn, had told him how Harry cheated on her with Luna and Cho.
Hermione on her turn had to make a mind note that there was a bit of a chemistry between those two. It seems that they have nothing in common, but who knows? Not everything is what it seems. But Hermione seriously doubted if she had to tell Ginny what Ron had did. She did not reveal her lip the whole time during breakfast, and didn't talk much either. She only nodded and ate a bit. She noticed that Ron had been throwing angry looks at her the whole time and she heard him say that Hermione is a pure coward because she broke in tears when Ron stepped a step forward to her. Harry smacked Ron in the head and they two started having a fight, but not a fist fight or something like that, but a quiet word fight. Ron left the Hall fumming, going to his first class; Divination, while Hermione went to her first class; Arithmancy. She sat on the first seats, as always, her seat immediately occupied by Blaise. She was used to that; Since there was practically no other Slytherin in class and she was the only one Blaise was on good terms with, he always sat beside her. She smiled quickly, still hiding her lip. Blaise raised an eyebrow. He took out his quill and parchement and wrote down;
Release the lip, Mione. Now. I know something's up. And I want to know what. It's important.
Hermione hestiated, but didn't release her lip.
You do not want to know, believe me.
Blaise's expression got gloomy after that one.
I do. Believe me, it's important.
Hermione took the parchement.
No you do not. End of subject, Blaise.
Blaise took a deep breath and started to write quickly, his elegant writing turning into a peace of horrible writing.
Hermione, I want to know, believe me. I care about you, Hermione, I do a lot. You mean a lot to me, so I wanna know what did Weasley McWeasel pants did to you. End of Subject.
Hermione read the ''speech'' at least fifty times, her eyes widening every single time.
Blaise. I don't want anyone to know. You're not the only one that doesn't know. Ginny is my best friend for years and she doesn't know, and Ron is her brother. Only Harry knows and that is because he was there! Please, I want to keep this a secret. I beg you.
Blaise sighed several times, once from frustration, another one for dissapoint and a last one for anger.
I am not dropping this one, you know. I'm gonna achieve my goal. Believe me. No matter what.
Blaise raised his hand and Hermione's eyes widened in horror. He wasn't going to... was he?
'' Yes, Mr Zabini?'' Profesor Vector aid, looking away from the equation.
'' Professor, can I and Miss Granger leave class for a moment, please?'' Blaise asked and Hermione started to shake in horror.
'' Is it necessary?'' Professor Vector raised an eyebrow.
'' Yes, ma'am.'' Blaise said and Vector nodded. Blaise took Hermione's hand and took her out of class, closing the door behind them. He grabbed her wrist and turned her around, kissing her. Her eyes widened, but when they closed and she half relaxed, he broke the kiss and looked at her lips. The lower lip was boken. She gasped and tried to hide it again, but Blaise caught her lip gently with his pianist fingers. Tears started to form in her eyes.
'' Did Weasel do this to you?'' Blaise asked angrily. Hermione only noded. Seeing her so scared made Blaise's heart brake, so he pulled her in a tight hug, the tighest he had gaven someone in ages. She sobbed in his chest. When she calmed down, they entered again, Hermione biting her lip once again. Profesor Vector was just giving the homework. She gave Hermione and Blaise extra homework, and Blaise got a bit frustated by that one, but let it go. His major problem was Weasel now. The letter suddenly invaded his mind; Not even the best of her friends may keep her safe when it comes to this. Did Iris knew this would happen? Was she a divine or something? He shok his head and left the room, amused with himself. He had potions right now, with Hufflepuffs, while Hermione had transfiguration, with Ravenclaws.
As Hermione entered the room, she saw a free place by Harry. She immediately took it, hoping that she'd get to talk to him then. But no luck; In the moment in which Hermione sat, McGonagall appeared.
McGonagall's gaze immediately fell on her class. Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. What a powerful combination. A combination of minds and braveness. When she thought of brave and iinteligent people, Hermione Granger was always the first to appear in her mind. Always. The most brilliant witch in her age, no doubt. She looked for her and finally spotted her, next to Hatty Potter.
'' Miss Granger.'' Th elder woman said. '' Profesore Dumbledore will expect you at his office at 21 P.M. You can skip your rounds with the Slytherin prefects. Albus wants you to meet someone.'' Hermione nodded.
After that, McGonagall continued with her lesson as if nothing had happened, but she was innerly afraid. If Hermione succeeded in deducing the clues tonight and finds the truth about her, only she could decide whether Hogwarts makes it or not. She decides if Hogwarts gets to survive, or that it will burn into ashes.