Consequences

Chapter 4

"So, what news from camp, Hermione?" asked Ginny eagerly, sitting on Hermione's bed in the girls' dormitories.

Hermione smiled and sat down next to her. "I just saw Blaise," she began.

"Ooer, this is getting good already," Ginny said, sitting forward on the bed. "So, what were you up too?"

Hermione smiled. "Well, first we started doing essays in the library -" Ginny's face fell. "It does get better," Hermione said, with a roll of her eyes. "Anyway, I went to get a book to help me with my essay," she continued.

Ginny quite suddenly smirked. "Oh I see where this one's going, he corners you in the Potions aisle and before you know it you're going at it like rabid monkeys."

Hermione frowned. "It was the Charms aisle, actually," she said in a dignified voice.

Ginny burst out laughing. "Details, Hermione," she pressed eagerly.

"Well," Hermione began. "I was looking for this book, when I felt his arms go around me," she continued.

Ginny was looking impressed, a dazed look on her face. "I think I need my own Slytherin to have schnoogle's with in the library," she said dreamily.

Hermione pulled a face. "Is 'schnoogle' even a word?" she asked.

Ginny nodded solemnly. "It is now."

"Right, anyway, he spun me around and we, er-"Hermione broke off, blushing.

Ginny looked delighted. "Was it good?" she asked eagerly.

Hermione nodded shyly, then amended. "Well, it was until Theo came and interrupted us."

"Theo?" Ginny asked, looking confused.

"Blaise's friend- he's quite sweet actually, quiet," Hermione clarified.

"Right, carry on."

"So, then Theo was really nice, said he wanted to get to know me, and I said I would walk round the lake with him tomorrow morning."

Ginny frowned. "Be careful - I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."

"I know- but he wouldn't try anything, Blaise would kill him," Hermione reasoned.

Ginny nodded. "Good point. So after that, what else happened?"

"Well, I was sitting with Blaise, and Harry and Ron turned up," Hermione went on.

"Oh yeah, and Blaise asked you for a snog in the Room of Requirement tonight and Ron went mad," Ginny said.

Hermione frowned. "How'd you know that?"

Ginny shrugged. "Harry told me, and apparently Ron's still fuming."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, when will Ronald realise that I'm not eleven any more? I don't interfere with his life like he does with mine!"

"He's a protective person - it's the same with all of the Weasleys," Ginny explained. "Anyway, are you meeting Blaise for a snog?"

"Of course," Hermione said with a grin. "It was just all the more satisfactory seeing Harry and Ron's faces."

Ginny laughed. "Honestly, you scarlet woman!"

Hermione chuckled. "I have to go and meet Blaise. Bye," she said, getting off the bed.

"Ooer, have fun," Ginny said cheekily.

Hermione smiled. "I will," she replied, walking out of the door.

Hermione walked through the common room, earning a glare from Ron and an attempted arse slap from Seamus.

"Do you mind, Seamus?" Hermione asked imperiously.

He grinned. "Not t'all my fair bookworm, have fun playing tonsil tennis with Mr Mysterious."

Hermione chuckled; you couldn't take Seamus seriously; he meant no harm. She smiled at him and walked out of the common room, towards the Room of Requirement. She met no-one on her way, for which she was glad; it wasn't long before curfew. When Hermione got to the bare stretch of wall, behind which the Room of Requirement was situated, she smiled; the door was already there, which meant Blaise was early. She pushed open the door and walked in.

Blaise was sitting on a sofa which had a table in front of it, and a fire burning square on to the sofa. He looked up when Hermione walked in and smiled. She sat on the sofa next to him and grinned,

"I just almost got ass slapped," she said bluntly.

Blaise's eyebrows shot into his hair and he looked immediately angry. "Who was it?" he demanded.

Hermione laughed. "Seamus - he doesn't mean anything by it - he's a bit of a clown," she paused. "But a funny clown, not a scary one."

"Oh, alright. What's a clown?" Blaise asked.

Hermione smiled. "Never mind now; I have a question for you."

"Oh yesss," Blaise said smoothly, shifting closer too her and taking her hand.

Hermione tried to keep going; Blaise's hand against hers was slightly distracting. "I want you to meet a friend of mine." Blaise looked at her curiously. "Ginny Weasley, she's one of my best friends; Harry and Ron just aren't ready," Hermione explained.,

Blaise nodded. "Short; red hair?" he asked, to which Hermione nodded. "I know who you mean; I've seen her with you."

Hermione smiled. "Good, we can meet up for a drink next Hogsmeade weekend."

Blaise nodded, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "You're beautiful, you know," he muttered in her ear.

Hermione shivered and turned her face towards him. Their lips were inches apart. "You're rather handsome yourself, you know," Hermione muttered, blushing.

Blaise grinned. "I know," and with that he kissed her. Gently their mouths met, lips moving ever so slowly. They parted after a minute and Hermione smiled and snuggled up against him.

"What time is it?"

Blaise checked a watch on his wrist. "Twenty past eleven."

Hermione shot up. "I have to go, it's past curfew." She climbed out of Blaise's embrace, but he pulled her back.

"You're not going without a goodbye kiss, are you?" he asked cheekily.

Hermione smiled; he was sweet to her. She leant forwards and kissed him chastely on the lips.

They parted twenty minutes later.