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When You're Not Looking	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 8873 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello one and all! Here's the next chapter. It's been lovely posting once again. Thank you to the reviewers. You've reminded me why I love posting fanfiction in the first place. Thanks for reading and if you can take the time, review.

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Chapter Two

            “Stop this ridiculous behavior for one!”

            Hermione’s head shot up and was looking straight at the former patriarch of the Malfoy family, Abraxas Malfoy. It was remarkable just how much like Lucius looked like his father. The son looked a bit more delicate, but it was all there. From the long blond hair to the snobbish air—it was a bit surreal. If his father had the same color of gray for eyes, they could have been twins.

            “Lord Malfoy,” she said with a bit of a curtsy that took the painting off guard.

            “Miss…” He looked over to Draco.

            “Miss Hermione Granger, sir.”

            “Oh,” he looked back over to Hermione. “The, uh, Muggle-born. Why is she here, Draco?”

            “She’s my friend, sir.”

            “Friend?” He looked over to his grandson and asked, “That isn’t a euphemism for lover, is it?”

            “No, sir, as I am gay.”

            “What does being happy have anything to do with it?”

            “Oh dear,” Hermione breathed. “You haven’t told him?” Draco blushed, making the witch smother a laugh. “Sir, it’s like this, your grandson prefers the company of men in his bed.”

            “Is that so?” he asked, glaring at his grandson. “And how pray tell will the blood lines be carried on if you are off buggering men?”

            “Pardon me,” Hermione said. “That isn’t even an issue any longer, sir.” The wizard turned his glare onto her. “You see…”

            A loud, “WHAT!” was heard from the room that had Lucius and Severus running over to see what was the matter.

            When they arrived it was to see Draco in fits of laughter even as Hermione was standing on a chair, trying as she might to see further into the painting.

            She turned and looked at them, worrying her lip. “Can you give a portrait a heart attack or a stroke?”

            This only had Draco laughing all the harder. Lucius went over to her, helped her down from the chair, and snapped at Draco to rope it in.

            “It wasn’t that funny,” he hissed. “And, Father, stop it with the dramatics!”

            “You don’t know what that-that hellion told me!” his father exclaimed, coming back into the frame. “Implanting seed! When I was alive we did it the old fashioned way! Implanting in deed! It was our duty and if and when we wanted other things, we got that too! But not before we had an heir and a spare! Of all the nonsense…!”

            The painting kept ranting even as Lucius rolled his eyes and eventually dragged Hermione out of the room.

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            Hermione looked down at the small pile of papers that she had already finished filling out. She then looked at the large stack that must have amounted the same as two large tomes that she had yet to get to.

            “Is all this necessary?” she asked them, looking over to the two men who was sitting by the fireplace.

            “Yes,” Severus told her. “Keep going.”

            “Can’t I have a break at least? My hand is cramping!”

            Rolling his eyes, Lucius muttered, “We’ll never find her soul mate at this rate.”

            “Can I use a Quick-Quotes Quill at least?” she inquired.

            “No!” came from both of them.

            Glaring at them, she rubbed at her hand asking, “Why in the name of Merlin do you need to know if I…” She flipped to the question she was inquiring about. “…ever worked with poultry?”

            Severus turned to Lucius who shrugged and said, “So I put that in just to see if she would answer it.”

            Rolling his eyes, the potion master turned to look at her. “Any more idiotic questions like that you can ignore.”

            By the time Hermione was finished filling out the questionnaire, she was sure that if it hadn’t been for her long standing need to take very detailed notes that her hand would have fallen off by that point simply in protest. The two took it, leaving to read her answers and decide who would be best for her.

            Hermione, on the other hand, went straight over to where she thought she could have a drink in peace. She could only come up with one place. After stealing a bottle of Lucius’s best fire whiskey, she went straight over to the Department of Mysteries. Specifically she went over to the Veil. As silly as it sounded, she just wanted to be able to get everything off of her chest without interruption. That was the only place she could see that happening, as sad as it sounded.

            Sitting down across from the Veil, she began to drink. Hermione had half expected aurors to show up, but no one did. Soon she was leaning back, drinking and talking.

            “It’s bad enough that I don’t have a love life. Don’t know if it’s because my taste in men sucks or what, but it doesn’t matter. It sucks regardless of whose fault it lies with.” She took a sip of the whiskey, wincing she went on with, “But now if that weren’t enough, Lucius fucking Malfoy and Severus Merlin help me Snape want to find me my soul mate! Haven’t I done enough to help others not to earn that? Apparently not as they made me fill out questions that don’t make any sense in regards to soul mates!”

            “Like what?” The deep voice came out of nowhere and had Hermione looking around to see where it came from.

            “Is there someone…?”

            “What did they ask you?” he asked again.

            “What side of the bed I liked to sleep on? What does that matter?”

            “It matters,” the man said, his voice coming closer. “Me, I like the right side of the bed. I’ve been sleeping that way for years. It’s a hard habit to break.”

            “Really?” She turned to where she thought the man was. “Do you like to cook?”

            “I love homemade food, but what did you answer?”

            “I can’t cook. I’ve been trying to learn, but it’s not anything I would write home about,” she answered, taking another sip of her liquor. “Where are you?”

            “Right behind you.” She looked straight up into the eyes of Blaise Zabini. “Cara, you shouldn’t be getting drunk here of all places.”

            “I didn’t have any place else to go,” she said, sounding pitiful. “Harry is throwing Ron yet another party for his wedding, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape are trying to find my soul mate, and I’m fairly certain that if I’m seen in public getting drunk yet again that people might get the idea I’m pining for Ron.”

            “You’re not?” he drawled as he sat down next to her.

            She shook her head no. “Ron and I didn’t work. It was just for the best that he's marrying someone who doesn’t care if he’s a sophomoric, egocentric…uh what’s that word…Fuck, I’m drunk.” Hermione looked over to him. “And you are entirely too sober. But I suppose you’re here, ‘cuz you’re an Unspeakable here to kick me out?”

            He nodded, reaching out and carefully brushing her hair out of her face. “Is there anyone that can see you home?”

            She thought it over. “Draco is on a date with a quidditch player and I just can’t call the Weasleys or Harry, because of that whole pining business I mentioned before.”

            “Yes, I remember,” he murmured.

            Hermione went over to him. “I’m sure I can floo someone, but chances are that they’ll be drunker than I am or is very indisposed. Full moon tonight you know…” Blaise stopped her from leaving and even went so far as to scoop her off of her feet.

            “Where to, bella?”

            “I don’t know,” she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. “I honestly don’t know.”

            Before she knew it, Hermione was going through the floo, but to where she hadn’t a clue. When she opened her eyes, she found that Blaise had managed to land on his feet when he exited the fireplace.

            “Wow,” she murmured. “I can never land on my feet. That was great.”

            Chuckling he purred, “Thank you, love.” He took her straight over to the bed, taking the bottle of fire whiskey from her before taking her shoes off. “Luckily for you, I was only on call when you decided to do this least I would have had to leave you here alone to go back to work. But as it stands, I cannot drink until tomorrow. So we will save this for then, sì?”

            “I…borrowed that from Lucius Malfoy.” His dark brow arched at her phrasing. “I only…borrow the very best.”

            Smiling he went over to the bathroom and came back a minute later with a potion. Making her drink it, he said, “That will keep you from getting sick. But for now, my sweet witch, you must sleep.”

            “You’re gay, aren’t you?”

            “What? No! Why would you say that?”

            “Because the only man to ever take care of me like this is Draco and he is so gay.”

            Trying not to so much as smile, Blaise leaned in close so that his forehead was resting against hers. “I like women.”

            “Just women?”

            “Just women.”

            Thinking this over she murmured, “Okay for now. I’m too tired to think.” Kissing his lips lightly, she added, “I sleep on the left side of the bed.”

            “Good,” he whispered hoarsely.

            “I tend to snuggle and my feet tend to be bit cold. So I apologize in advance.”

            He cleared his throat. “Okay.”

            “Are you coming to bed now or are you going to do something like read first.”

            “Bed.”

            “Okay.” She lay down watching, as he got ready for sleep.

            A moment later he was under the duvet with her. Blaise lay there, staring at the ceiling, not really knowing what he was waiting for. A moment later Hermione was snuggling up with him, letting out a sigh as she tucked her head in next to his.

            “Good night, Blaise. Sorry I interrupted your night’s sleep. Next time I’ll pick a better place to get drunk alone.”

            Hermione was soon deeply asleep, leaving Blaise awake with her. Absently his arm went about her waist, pulling her tightly against himself. He would normally be alone or if it had been a night off, he would have been looking for a whore if he had needed a woman or out at the pub if he needed a drink. Merlin, when had been the last time he spent more than five minutes with a person outside of the auror department that wasn’t a suspect or a poorly paid slag? Years, he thought. But now there was Hermione, who decided to get drunk at the Veil of all places and here she was now—in his bed and out cold. Was this a curse or a blessing? He truly hadn’t a clue. But one thing he knew with absolute certainty—there was no way on Earth that he was ever going to let Hermione Granger drink alone again.

TBC...

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