Consequences

Chapter 3

Hermione did the very best for the rest of the day to stop her mind wandering to Blaise. As she walked down the corridors she felt herself getting stared at, envious looks from most of the female population of Hogwarts. Hermione therefore collapsed at the Gryffindor dinner table in the great hall and sighed loudly.

Harry turned to his side and looked at her. "You alright?" he asked, concern in his voice.

Hermione sighed, it had been a tough day, "I'm okay, bit tired, long day, y'know?" Harry nodded in understanding and went back to his dinner. Hermione peered over the sea of heads, looking for a curly black one at the Slytherin table. But there was only Theo, who raised a hand and smiled. Hermione smiled and went back to getting some dinner; Theo was nice, and a good friend of Blaise's; she had a growing respect for him.

Hermione did not see Blaise throughout dinner and continued on to the library as she usually did once she had eaten. She walked into the quiet library and smiled at Madam Pince as she headed to her usual table, however she took a seat at a table one away from it, seeing Blaise sitting there. He looked up and smiled she sat down.

"Returning to the scene of the crime?" he smiled crookedly at her and put down his quill. Hermione looked at his questioningly. "This is the table from which you nicked my book," he clarified.

"You mean my book?" she replied cheekily.

Blaise smiled. "Whatever makes you happy."

Hermione smiled and pulled out a parchment and quill. She headed up her parchment and wrote her name, before standing up. "I'm going to get a book for my Charms essay," she said to Blaise, who nodded in response.

Hermione walked round the shelves till she came to the Charms aisle. She began scanning the shelves for the book she needed. About five minutes after she had started looking she felt someone wrap their hands around her back.

"Need any help?" Hermione shivered and relaxed against Blaise's chest.

"If you're offering," she replied, eyes closed. Blaise span her around to face him and pulled her further back into the dark corner of the aisle. Hermione immediately kissed him hungrily, her mouth crashing against his. His hands wrapped around her waist and their mouths worked hungrily together, tongues massaging, moans being elicited from both of them. Blaise's mouth then moved away from Hermione's and kissed a path down to her neck, where he sucked and nipped against her pale skin. Hermione gasped, it fell so good, so right, and she closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the sensation, not caring about anything around her.

A minute later Blaise's mouth was on hers again, this time their kisses slower, more sensual, something much deeper. Hermione had no inkling in her head of anything but what she was feeling, nor did Blaise. So, it was no surprise to them that they never heard Theo approach.

"Busy?" he asked with a smirk. Blaise pulled away slowly from Hermione's red lips and looked around. He smiled crookedly, despite a blush on his cheeks.

"We were just finishing off, should be working," he replied, his hands still round Hermione's waist. Hermione immediately jumped back, it had suddenly hit her what they were doing in the library. She blushed fiercely as Blaise smiled at her.

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"Did you need to see us, Theo?" she asked. Theo nodded and beckoned them out from the aisle. He led them to their table where their books still sat and they all took a seat.

"I wanted to get to know you better," Theo said, addressing Hermione a little shyly. Hermione smiled, despite her surprise.

"What would you like to know?" she asked.

"I don't want to know; I want to get to know," Theo replied.

"I see what you mean, we should talk. I walk round the castle some mornings, you could join me," Hermione offered.

Theo nodded. "When?"

"Er, Wednesday, seven o'clock, or is that too early?"

Theo shook his head. "That's fine; I'll meet you by the castle doors?"

Hermione smiled. "Yeah, I'll see you then." Theo nodded, stood up and walked off, out through the library doors. Hermione watched him go with an odd look on her face; she turned to Blaise, who was holding her hand under the table.

"He's odd," she said simply.

Blaise, who had watched their exchange silently looked at her with an peculiar expression on his face. "How so?" he asked, sounding interested.

Hermione continued. "He's quiet, doesn't say more than he needs to, he listens to what you say; you know about not wanting to know, but wanting to get to know? He's a lurker; he knows what he's doing." Hermione paused. "He'd make a good spy."

Blaise nodded. "You've hit him on the head, but he can be really cunning when he wants to be."

Hermione grinned. "I bet."

"I was wondering," Blaise began, blushing, "do you want to meet up in the Room of Requirement tomorrow, for er-"

Hermione tutted and sat up primly, "Are you asking me for an after hours snog, Mr Zabini?" she said in her best teacher voice.

Blaise grinned. "You said it, not me."

"Well, I can hardly give you a proper answer if you haven't actually asked me the question." Hermione shot back, grinning; she knew they were flirting shamelessly, but after their earlier, slightly more thought provoking conversation Hermione felt light relief was in order.

Blaise grinned, but blushed a bit. "Hermione, will you meet with me in the Room of Requirement tomorrow for a snog?"

"Excuse me?!" came a loud voice. Hermione whipped round to find Harry, looking amused and Ron, looking explosive.

Ron began to chunter. "Drop him immediately, Hermione, dirty scumbag, I'll punch his-"

"I'd love too," Hermione cut across Ron. And with that she leaned over and kissed him dead on the mouth. She enjoyed their kiss; she could practically see Ron exploding. Or was that Blaise's tongue against her lips she felt? Oh well, doesn't really matter...