Harry Potter Oneshot(s)

Blamione (1) - Hate You

"Ronald Billius Weasley how could you!?"

"Hermione I can explain." Ron pleaded.

"I don't want to hear it." Hermione choked out.

"Hermione!"

"And you Harry James Potter. Some friend you are!"

Hermione bit her cheek and ran off. She knew she wasn't supposed to see that. She also knew that Ron had been up to something. She didn't expect to catch Ron in bed with Lavender Brown of all people. Harry knew exactly what was happening and he had tried to stop her from going into the dorm room. She felt like a right fool.

Hermione's vision was clouded by her tears. She didn't know where she was running to and she just wanted to be alone where no one could find her. Of course with her luck she ended up running head first into someone.

"Watch it G....." The person hadn't finished their sentence.

Hermione found herself being lifted off of the ground. Before she could protest she was pushed into a room and the door was shut. It took her brain a minute too long to realise that the door had completely vanished. She looked up at the boy standing in front of her.

"Why the water works Granger?"

"It doesn't matter." Hermione tried desperately to stop crying. "Why do you care anyway Zabini?"

"Don't be difficult and just tell me." Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Ron... Ronald cheated on me." Hermione broke down.

She almost fell to the floor in a fit of sobs. Almost. She found that she was being supported somehow and once again it took her brain a bit too long to figure it out. Blaise had somehow closed the gap between them in a second. Hermione was being fully supported by him. His arms were holding her up and her head was rested against his chest.

"Why?" Hermione managed to choke out.

"Why what?" Blaise asked.

"Why are you... Being nice?"

Blaise didn't answer. He just stood there quietly as Hermione cried. Eventually she was all done crying. She had managed to cry herself to sleep leaning against Blaise. Blaise sighed and closed his eyes thinking about a bed. When he opened his eyes again he saw the king-size bed against the wall to his left. He lifted Hermione and made his way over to it.

"Why are you doing this you idiot." Blaise mumbled to himself.

He was surprised to say the least when he realised Hermione had a kind of death grip on his shirt. He debated for a moment on what to do.

A. Lose his shirt and possibly have a too weird to explain situation later.
B. Keep his shirt and possibly get hexed when she wakes up.

He went for option A. Not really in the mood to get accused of something he had little control over. Blaise cast a cold fire spell on his shirt turning to to ash. At least he'd have the proof for later. He sat down and went through the work he had missed from class.

When he was done he checked the time - surprised that nearly two hours had passed and Hermione had still not woken up. He wasn't comfortable leaving her alone and was feeling kind of tired himself. He climbed into the other side of the bed making sure there was space between them. Blaise fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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"The hell is wrong with you!?"

Blaise wake just in time to slightly brace his fall. The air was knocked out of him as he hit the floor with a thud. He groaned as he turned onto his back, thankful he hadn't hit his head on the icey floor. He laid there and stared up at the ceiling when a head poked into view.