There might be some grammar errors along the way, because I don't speak english. I've learned english from high school and from english written books. Hope you don't mind it (: r&r.
He turned his head to look at her once again. As he did, his annoyance of her grew larger. His mouth twisted in dislike of what he saw, he never wanted to be near her and here he was, sharing a table with her in the dungeons, alone in an empty classroom, only lit by the candles on the walls.
Everything she did was annoying. How her fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting, how she always touched her hair when she was nervous, how she chews her lower lip when anxious and how her feet never stopped swinging when she was sitting. She was like a little child, restless and wanting to play. Her bushy hair was neatly pushed behind her ear, but because she couldn’t stop moving and stay still, it quickly fell loose and covered her face. He silently wished she would stop pushing her hair away and then he would be free from seeing that face again.
“Will you stop staring at me, Zabini?!”
“As if I would stare at you. I was only making sure you knew how irritating you are,” he answered, making sure she could hear how much he loathed her.
Maybe I did stare at her a little too long, but only because I want her out of here, he thought.
But don’t worry, little mudblood, that won’t happen again.
“Why are you angry at me? It’s your fault we’re down here, not mine” she stated.
“Oh quit it, Granger. So what if I accidentally made the potion explode? It’s not like the end of the world.”
Geez, she’s getting on my nerves.
His anger was getting worse. It was like everything inside him was itchy and he couldn’t scratch it. He felt restless, constant irritation and anger. Lately, he was having trouble coping with his anger. The smallest things could piss him off and it felt like fire started within. He knew he needed to do something about it, sooner or later.
But still, it got us a detention…” she muttered, her eyes fixed on her hands.
“Yeah, so?” he said, looking at her, “this is probably your first.”
She didn’t say anything and turned her head away.
He couldn’t believe it, this was her first detention? He began to laugh mockingly.
“Are you serious, Granger? Your first detention?” and he laughed even harder.
“Oh bloody hell, this is gold! I’m the reason you got detention, brilliant!”
“I don’t care, Zabini” she said, obviously trying to stay cool, but he knew better.
“Don’t give me that bullshit. I bet you’ll run straight up to the Headmasters office when this detention ends, to explain that you’ve done nothing wrong, teachers pet.”
Blaise smiled broadly, he was the first to witness the mudbloods first detention. Now his day wasn’t so bad after all. He couldn’t wait to tell Draco all about this; they are going to have a blast about this!
“Oh stop giving me that smug smile, Zabini!” Hermione said, “It’s just a detention.”
He chuckled, “I’m sorry, I was just picturing the next few months of bullying you. I bet if I weren’t here with you, you would cry your eyes out of misery.”
“Oh please, as if you have anything on me, Zabini. You’re the first Slytherin that’s ever got detention from Professor Snape in years, that’s news too, you know” she snapped angrily.
Blaise stopped smiling and a stern look rolled over his face.
The air suddenly became colder and Hermione suddenly regretted saying those words to Zabini.
The last thing she wanted was trouble, but it was true what she said… Zabini was the first Slytherin student Snape ever gave a detention in many years.
Damn it, this Granger girl is cleverer than I give her credit for, he thought. Unable to give her a reply, he turned his attention elsewhere. How embarrassing, not to give a snappy reply to a goody-bookworm that observes too much. His arms crossed and eyes fixed on the blackboard, he pretended not to have heard her.
Blaise Zabini, the first Slytherin Professor Snape ever gave detention. He didn’t like that at all, but he knew exactly why Snape gave him detention and it had nothing to do with the exploding potion.
He exhaled loudly, irritation crawling deeply under his olive skin. His green eyes firing away with anger, his lips tight and tense.
He hoped she hadn’t noticed how worried Draco looked, when he witnessed Snape giving him and Hermione detention. She’s too observant, that bushy haired girl, he thought, it’s like she senses things far quicker than anyone else, you have to constantly be aware what you do around her, she probably knows that I am a bit nervous right now.
He quickly eyed her and as he predicted, there she was, looking far too curiously than at him than needed. He snarled at her.
“Don’t you dare snarl at me, Zabini, I’ve done nothing wrong” she simply stated.
“Of course not, you’re little miss perfect” he said, “you follow every rule and do what the teachers tells you to do”.
“No I don’t” she snapped, obviously offended by his mockery. He smirked, glad somehow that he made her mad.
“Go on, Granger; tell what you’ve done then” he said and leaned back in his chair, he was going to enjoy this.
“Well, I’ve been around the corridors at night…” she told him. Her eyes and face expression innocent.
Blaise continued to look at her questioningly, eyebrows lifted.
“And some other stuff” she ended.
“You’re pathetic, Granger. If that’s all you’ve done, then you’ve never lived life as you should”.
He knew she wasn’t telling everything, but he couldn’t care less. This girl was so boring, her name was boring and her hair, her looks and how the clothes fitted her were even boring too.
"Why don’t you just stop criticizing me and start looking at your own problems? You’ve obviously pissed Professor Snape off, since he was wanted to drag you down with me” she said, “I know that he never gives his own students a hard time, even if they are not following the rules.”
“Just drop it, Granger.”
“No I won’t and you know it.”
If you keep on this attitude, you’ll be in trouble” he hissed, glaring at her.
Hermione looked at him, “as if you can do anything to me, Zabini, we’re in Hogwarts, it’s one of the safest place in the world”.
What a fool, she has no idea of what is going on right now.
“You have no idea of what I am capable of” he whispered, he leaned in close, his lips barely touched her ear, “I’ve done things you’d never imagine”.
He felt her shiver and he smirked as he leaned back. “Are you afraid of me?”
She took a deep breath before she replied with a whisper, “no.”
Blaise smirk widened, it would be so much fun to test her boundaries. He had to try that later, he noted to himself.
He watched her as she once again drew locks of hair behind her ear. She was a very innocent girl, he thought to himself, very dedicated to the school and her friends.
He didn’t really have any close friends as she did, sure he had Malfoy and a few others, but lately things had changed. There was a level of expectations of him, from his friends, his family and their “friends”. A few months ago, Malfoy was given the task from the Dark Lord to kill Dumbledore and everyone expects Blaise to help him with the mission.
“So there is something behind all this,” Hermione broke the silence, “your smirk suddenly vanished as you thought of something.”
Can’t she give it a rest?!
“Leave it, Granger, or you’ll regret it” he snarled, his bad mood returning with a snap.
His eyes watching her coldly, wishing this detention would end right on this minute.
The fire inside him felt like it was getting hotter, burning him inside out.
“I know something is going on, Zabini, you have this group of friends or allies that acts like you’re up to something” she continued, “If you won’t tell me, I’ll-“
Blaise shot up from the chair, screaming and pushed the table so hard, it fell to the floor.
“JUST DROP IT, YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!”
He grabbed the chair and smashed it against the wall, feeling the energy within him rise, his anger and irritation taking control over his body.
Hermione watched in shock as he grabbed another chair and smashed it to the ground. He breathed heavily and the rage within him was visible in every core of his body.
His dark brown hair, ruffled and wild, he grey sweat shirt tight on his body and his chest rising for every breath he took.
He continued to smash several things, glass shattered loudly and wooden chairs splintered. Books ripped apart and papers flying everywhere. He felt the anger within him slowly getting satisfied with the outlet. He needed this. He grabbed another chair and swung it against the brick wall.
Blaise suddenly felt a hand grab his wrist, as he was about to take hold of another chair.
“Stop it Zabini!” Hermione yelled, “You’re causing unnecessary damage!”
He reacted violently and before they both knew it, she was slammed against the wall. Pain and shock painted her face.
“Don’t touch me!” he yelled, “don’t you ever-“
Before he could finish the sentence, he felt two small hands on his chest, pushing him to the ground and he landed on his back. The fall knocked the breath out of him, for a moment he breathed heavily and sat up, holding his hand to his chest.
Confused he looked up, seeing Hermione stand before him, looking down at him furiously, her hair even wilder than before and her clothes dirty from when he had pushed her.
Shock overwhelmed him, he suddenly felt vulnerable. “You pushed me…” he choked.
"A man should never hurt a woman!” she said angrily and her eyes fixed on his, “never.”
He stared at her in shock, never had girl pushed him like that, harmed him. He could still feel her petite hands on his chest; it was as if they were resting there. His hands automatically rose up to touch the spots. He got pushed by a girl…
As soon as the shock wore off, anger refilled its place. He quickly rose up and marched over to Hermione. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her up against the wall.
“You bloody pushed me, Granger!” he yelled and punched the wall next to her head, “no one pushes me around!”
He stared at her, meeting her gaze, she simply stayed calm. “I just did.”
This pissed him off even more and he threw another fist at the wall, a loud crack could be heard and his knuckles became bloody. He screamed, pushed up against her and laid his forehead on the wall and he gritted his teeth, to prevent him from screaming more.
The pain in his hand was overwhelming, it immediately removed the pain and anger he felt inside him and his mind was now completely focused on his broken hand.
Amazing, he thought sarcastically, why didn’t I think of that before?
It took him a couple of minutes to relax, he breathed heavily and his back ached from the fall.
He suddenly realized, his head was resting at her shoulders, her school uniform was ripped from when he had pushed her and it was now drenched with his sweat, yes he did not move.
All this rage and irritation had vanished from within him, the bloody hand had weakened his spirit and it felt kind of nice to rest his head on someone’s shoulder.
Why had he never thought of smashing a bunch of stuff, to let out his rage?
He remembered why Snape got him detention in the first place.
He felt her hands rest on his hips, like she was unsure if she should push him away or let him get himself together for a moment. It was like he felt what she decided, when her grip became more firm. A rush of unusual feelings rushed over his body.
His breathing became uneven; his body trembled as her hands moved upwards. He felt her heart beat fast. Slowly he brushed her neck with his lips. He heard the faintest moan slip from her mouth.
He pressed her more up against the wall, kissing her soft skin, touching her where she had never been touched before, making her moan until he reached her lips.
They stood there for a few seconds, panting, unsure to go for it.
Slowly he leaned it, pressing his lips against hers. It felt like fireworks was inside his body.
The kiss deepened, his hands holding her hips, pressing her against him.
They broke the kiss, gasping for air. She was holding on to his arms, to stand still.
Who would have guessed I, Blaise Zabini, would be kissing Hermione Granger on her first detention?
At least it shut her up… he thought and suddenly remembered why he was there in the first place.
“You need to get out of here as quick as possible” he whispered hoarsely.
Hermione looked at him, confused by the sudden change of the situation.
“The detention isn’t finished till-“
“No, listen to me” he interrupted, lifted his head and looked her straight in the eyes, “when you get the chance, you need to leave this school – with Harry and Ron. You get that?”
Confused, she nodded, “sure”.
“It doesn’t have to be now, just sometime in the next few months” he whispered.
“I won’t get into any details, all I can give you is that I am having a hard time kissing the Dark Lords feet and that is why Snape is after me now, because I don’t obey the Dark Lord…”
Hermione remained silent and nodded.
He touched her chin, thinking if what he did was the most stupid thing he’d ever done.
“I have a lot of people after me, because I don’t do what they want me to do and that can cost me my life,” he murmured, “I don’t feel safe anymore, not even in here, I’ve been so angry with so many things, it just got build up inside of me.”
Her brown eyes met his green ones, he noticed she gave quick glances at his lips and then back to his eyes.
He leaned in and kissed her, again and again and again.
“Thank you for pushing me over the edge” he said, smiling.
"What do you mean?” she asked, looking puzzled.
He took a look around the classroom, “I needed to let my frustration get out” he chuckled and lifted his broken hand, “but what I did to this hand, wasn’t so smart though.”
She smiled weakly, “at least you feel better now.”
“I think it is best we get back to where we started; Professor Snape will be here any minute now I think.”
He agreed and they found the last to chairs he hadn’t broken and waited for the professor to come.
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