Resolving

In the sequel to Roommates, Blaise returns to find things almost completely different than they were before he left.

“Let us not dance around things. You are here because you now know Granger is teaching at Hogwarts as well. You want to know what has happened. Please, ask, so that I do not have to pretend I don’t know why you are here.”

“We’re going to get you new furniture, of course,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You need more furniture. Be grateful that I’m letting you come and help. I could just decorate this place all on my own without asking you.” She poked him. “Get your coat.”

When Blaise looses control of himself he strays down a path that, if it what he thinks it is, will change his life irrevocably.

“Hello, Hermione,” Blaise said.

He was in the middle of inner analysis when Hermione nudged his elbow discreetly and got up, leaving the Great Hall. This is it, he though, picking at his napkin. After tonight, she’ll hate me and our relationship will never be the same again. Ever.

But always, the knowledge of the future his ancestress Loren’s crystal ball had shown him loomed over top his entire life. He knew what would happen. There was no avoiding it. All he could do was prepare for it.

It was sad, he knew, what would become of her. Her destiny was a dark one and he regretted that he couldn’t do anything to change it. But he had time enough with her and he wasn’t going to spend it regretting anything.

He stretched out a hand and touched her cheek lightly, trailing his index finger along her jaw. Leaning closer he whispered it again, almost against her lips. “You love me.”

Blaise was not entirely fond of his late sister’s children; they were rather spoiled and impolite little prigs, but they certainly didn’t deserve to be kidnapped. Or killed. This is why he had left; so no one could find him and hurt him or his family in this manner.