48 hours

Marionette

After a few minutes of feeling sorry for himself, Blaise sat up. Hermione had long since canceled the spells on him and left the room while Blaise just lay there. Slightly stunned. Slightly sulking. But mostly thinking about what's next. They were only trapped in the room for another 10 hours or so. Two days was such a short amount of time but it worked miracles when it comes to "house unity" and mending broken relationships. He didn't think he could become this attached to a person in such a short amount of time.
   Not mentioning the fact thay that it was Hermione Jean freaking Granger! They should be at each others throats! Not becoming comfortable in one another's company. Yet here they were. Together.
He was going soft! His dad had always warned him about woman. Nothing but trouble is what he always said. His fathers teaching was practically half of his life. He had always made it very clear that woman were good for exactly three things. Procreation, Pleasure, and wasting good money that should be spent in other ways.
Yer here he was, fancying a girl he had no business fancying. Would they work out? How would his parents react? Blaise had monet of his own but.. He didn't take to the idea of dragging his family's good name through the dirt. But what made a name a good one? His was just because of inbreeding and possibly a few married cousins. Rather disgusting, but that's what a purebred is these days and as much as Blaise would rather not be one, it seems that he doesn't get that option.
  And Hermione. She is a strong, fierce woman who deserves the absolute best. Completely oposite of how he treated her in the past. It was cliche, but he wanted to change it. All of it. He wanted to go back and fix the way he treated her and her friends. Try to change his friends perspective on purebloods/ mudbloods and show them the good in things.
  He could smell them and their feelings.. They were separated. If he was to do something, It would have to be now. The boy was still in the dueling room after he failed to show his supreme pure blood powers. He couldn't bring himself to touch the boy, he may be a blood traitor but he was still a pure blood. There was still hope for him and his namesake. He had to act NOW and fast.
Blaise could feel the air around him change, almost like a cold draft was circling the room. But the air turned icy, nipping his ears and tearing through his hair, turning his clothes stiff and cold and turning himself into an icy shell. Blaise struggled to turn around from where he sat, trying to find the source. Behind him, the swirling darkness was creeping forward. It stopped two yards away from him. The black tendrils of power reached toward Blaise, wrapping around his arms, feeling him. Tasting him. The tendrils felt like hands, icy cold hands that were light as a feather and unstoppable. The tendrils froze at Blaises elbow as he sat, paralyzed and silent.
  He was trying with every part of him to fight it but it was like his insides were listening to someone else who was pulling the strings. He was like a marionette. Only moving when his master wished it so.
The tendrils pulled back and away from him, wherever they had been, his skin had welts and blisters like they were in extreme heat rather then icy cold. The swirling mass remained about two yards away, pulsing and shifting constantly. Soon, the mass parted. A foot stretched out and on to the ground. The skin was coffee colored and the shape looked quite familiar. Eventually, the rest of the body followed. And there, right in front of Blaise, was a exact carbon copy of himself. Completely bare and staring at him.
  The swirling darkness seemed to transform then, covering his copy quickly as it morphed and shifted around him. When the darkness disappeared, his copy had the exact same clothes as Blaise did. Right down to the 200$ Reeboks he bought from the Muggle world!
  The copy stepped towards Blaise but all Blaise could do was watch with fear and anger as the copy tilted its head, HIS head and said "Perfect! That will do just wonderfully, thank you Blaise."
  Blakse barely had time to register that voice, the familiarity of it before the world went dark and he knew nothing at all. T he copy opened up a hole in the floor where Blaise fell in and placed the cover back over it. Completely unaware that Hermione had seen everything that had judt happened.
  Steadying her nerves, Hermione prepared to do the one thing she never thought she would do. Play the player by pretending to be played. She smiled as "Blaise" entered the room and sat down by her.  Forcing herself to curl up by it and kiss its cheek.
May the Games begin.

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Hey y'all, it's moi. So I've been sort of struggling these past few weeks to write this story and its not because i gave up on it but more because theres other things and ideas drawing !y attention. My original intention was to show possible chemistry that could take place between Hermione and a different character that i thought she worked well with. Ive always seen Blaise as someone who might pair well with Hermione. Sort of bring her out of her shell.
The point is i think i will put out maybe 2 chapters more and then end it and start a new story. Its been quite the ride with y'all and i love you guys!❤