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Well here it is folks! Did you miss me? Thank you to everyone for the reviews. Also a Big thank you to Malu, who checked my terrible grammar. Anyway it's not too action packed but it's slowly leading up to it. Oh, also I grantee to all the major fans of H/HR fluff that you will want to read Chapter 16. I'm editing it now, and I get chills every time I go over it. If you liked my other mush, I think you will appreciate this one. Well I hope you enjoy this one and thanks for sticking with my story!
The Middle of Understanding
Chapter 15
Potions, Potions, and More Potions
"No, let my son go! Just take me instead! Please!"
"Shouting will only make your injury worst."
"Well you can fix it again."
"I'm good but not powerful."
"Why us?"
"I have no idea. But remember one thing."
"What?"
"If they point anything at you, I want you to dodge it as best as possible."
"What are you going to do?"
"Fight and die, if I have too."
"You could cooperate with them Adelaide. They said they would spare you if you do."
"Their minds could create things worst than death."
"Wake up Hermione." I heard a whisper in my ear. "Get up M, or I will use drastic measures." I lazily opened my eyes.
"Blaise what are you doing in my room?" I groggily asked. I was just dreaming about Harry.
"I heard something strange in my Common Room." Her face muscles tightened from stress.
"B, don't tell me you're still scared of the sandman." I mutter roughly.
"I am serious." She grabbed my hand. "I heard someone speaking with hissing noises as well." Oh no, not a good sign.
"Did you hear who was speaking?" I checked to see if my roommates were still sleeping.
"No, I just heard murmurs. Hermione have you found another room yet? These past weeks have been hell." Her pale skin glowed in the night.
"No, but soon. It's only 3 in the morning now. Hop in, my roommates wake up later than me anyway. You can just sneak out before anyone wakes up." I quietly moved aside, leaving her space to lay down.
"Thanks." Blaise snuggled into my large warm blanket.
I woke 3 hours later to a motionless Blaise beside me. Her posture still carried an air of carelessness, but her face relaxed into an innocent smile. Throughout our years of friendship, I had never seen her look so tranquil. I hope someday Blaise, you can look like this when you are awake. Feeling my movements, she opened her wide almond eyes.
"Is it time to go?" Her tone was soft and gentle. I kissed her forehead; aware that she was still half-asleep.
"You still have awhile to sleep. I'm just going to get ready." She yawned then nodded off to wonderland. After my morning routine, I reluctantly woke her to reality. "Come on, before anyone finds you here. Merlin knows what McGonagall will say if she catches us doing this."
We reached the portrait to see Harry blocking our exit. He was sweating from his morning run while his over sized T-shirt was soaking. His hair was messy, face flushed, glasses dirty, and I had the urge to kiss him. With an enamor smile, Harry pulled my body towards him.
"Its always a good morning when I see you." He charmingly stated. Luckily he did not notice Blaise, when walking in to the room. With her agile instincts, she had ducked behind him. Suddenly when he wanted to look down, I grabbed his face to distract him.
"To much talking," I leaned closer touching his lips. With my eyes still open, I saw Blaise pretend to hang herself at our action. I glared and motion her to leave. She made one last gesture movement before leaving the Gryffindor Tower.
"Well I must say, that was extremely different." Harry smirked. I know exactly what you mean. Dear Merlin, never let that happen again.
After a quick snog, winning an argument with Ron, and deducting of points from Slytherin, the three us reached the Great Hall. We greeted our classmates and settled surround by the anxious Friday atmosphere. Most students were cheerful, hoping for the weekend to arrive sooner. I continued to eat my crepes while Harry and Ron were discussing Quidditch. Mental note to myself: must teach them a different sport this summer. Glancing across the room, I saw Blaise repeatingly nod to whatever Millicent was saying. Her eyes were
dulled in boredom and her lips sealed together from making a sarcastic remark.
"Attention," Professor McGonagall said to the crowd. "All 5th years will miss their first period today." A happy cheer followed her announcement. "Settle down, you will all stay in the Great Hall after breakfast." I wonder what this is about? I hope it's nothing too serious.
"To prepare you for your O.W.L's at the end of the year, we have arranged a pairing system to help you study." Professor Figgs started with her speech. As she continued, I watched as each house was separated in to different sections. Harry gently squeezed my hand as he walked off into another direction.
"You and your partner will work together until the end of the year. He or she may be from any house but does have the share classes as you. Now hold out your hand and you will receive a number. This number is exactly the same as the one of your partner's." Professor McGonagall finished her lecture, with the number 16 appearing in my hand. I scanned the room searching for my partner, when I noticed Blaise focus intently on me. Her tired expression turned into a saucy smirk and she casually strutted over towards me. Only she could look so cocky with a few hours of sleep.
"You still seem to be glowing. Have fun making out with Potter?" She showed her number.
"Yes, I did." I grinned seeing the number 16. We continued to whisper as Professor Snape began instructions of how each pair should study and so forth. "So Blaise what is your favorite food?" I mockingly asked while trying to hide a smile.
"Stop with the pleasantries. Merlin knows I already know too much about you." She rolled her eyes upward.
"Oh Blaise, you know you are as happy as I am to be paired together." I smiled genuinely. She only responded with a cheeky grin and quick wink.
"Mione, who's your partner?" Ron hollered behind us. "I have Lavendar." We turned around to see his shocked expression at Blaise's appearance.
"Ron, Hermione, you will never guess who…" Harry approached us with same expression as Ron. Their eyes narrowed at Blaise while she equally glared back. Sirens went off in my head. Red Alert!
"Who's your partner Harry?" I tried gaining his focus away from Blaise.
"Sally Ann," he flatly answered. Oh dear, please let this go well.
I cleared my throat. "Guys…Blaise is my partner." I glanced towards Blaise with a mental plea. "Blaise, meet Harry and Ron."
"Hello," she greeted with her emotions unreadable.
"Hi," Harry and Ron replied. Well this is going great. We stood there awkwardly at the sudden encounter. I kept wishing they would get along, but knew that would not happen any time soon. Harry and Ron seemed annoyed, but kept silent for my sake. And Blaise acted uncaring towards their attitudes at her. Then the silent battle was broken by an even worst intrusion.
"Blaise!" Pansy shouted behind her. "Class is about to start and I don't want you hanging around these mugglelovers and their mudblood." Her rather pointy noise lifted into the air. I quickly grabbed Ron's sleeve while glancing at Harry to leave her alone. "I would watch what you are doing Ronald. Everyone would see you hurt an innocent girl." Pansy smiled wickedly.
"You are far from innocent Pansy!" Ron spat out each word with venom. Wow, he looks really mad.
"Stop the chit-chat Pansy." Malfoy appeared with his usual goons and Millicent. Harshly he gripped Blaise's wrist and glared at us. "You may be her partner but when time is up you come back to us." He walked away dragging Blaise like a rag-doll. I wanted to stop him, but Blaise glanced back telling me not too. Subdued she followed them out the Great Hall, while I wanted to scream. I wish I could help you.
"Nene we should get to class." Harry whispered into my ear. He laced his fingers with mine, looking concerned at my frowning face. I gave small grin and looped my other arm with Ron's arm
"Come on boys, off to class we go." One battle lost but winning war ahead.
"Mione, you have to come!" Ron whined as I kept walking towards the library.
"I need to study." He started tugging on my sweater.
"But it's Saturday Hermione! Come to Hogsmeade with us." Harry grabbed my other arm.
"Please!" They begged together on their knees. If I weren't in a hurry to reach Blaise, I would have gone with them instantly. Still I need to savor this moment for another day though. Stop daydreaming Hermione, Blaise is waiting.
"Boys please…I just need to do this. How about we compromise? Let me go and tomorrow I'm all yours." I gave a pleading look and wide smile.
"Promise," Harry stood smiling. Ron followed but wasn't as easy to let go.
"I guess. But you have to spend the whole day doing what we want."
"I will. Go on and have fun today. Buy me some sugar quills too." I squeezed Ron's hand in reassurance. He started to walk off towards the other direction. Harry gave me one last glance and a chaste kiss before following his best friend.
Quickly I reached the library, searching for Blaise. After greeting several other classmates and Professors, I found her behind the Advance Potions section. She was dressed in baggy clothes and her usual bouncy hair was in a messy bun. A heavy book she was reading in the barely lit corner blocked her face. At first I thought she was reading, but noticed the dull stare in her eyes.
"Blaise please say something." I slowly crouched down. "I know you are not reading." I carefully took the book away from her. She made no reaction. Great it keeps going on and on. Will it ever stop? I sighed with annoyance. "What did they do this time?" I pulled her towards my lap, while she rested her head.
"Older girls, stairs, fell hard," were the only words I could coherently hear. Blaise was a girl that never cried, but whenever she was distraught her voice would seem to disappear.
"Are you hurt?" I carefully looked for injuries. You don't deserve this.
"No," she suddenly grabbed my hand. "Please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone." Her eyes closed at my warm touch.
"Blaise the day I leave you, is the day you like your step-family." I felt her body slowly relax.
"So that will never happen," she slurred out.
"Nene are you all right? Do you not like your sugar quill? Did something happen today?" Harry asked while we cuddled in front of the warm fire. Everyone had retired to bed, leaving us alone in the Common Room. Since Harry's bold announcement about us, many of our fellow Gryffindor's would respectfully give us time alone during the nighttime. Though he was still shy to show much affection in public, I was just glad for these moments alone with him.
"I just learned another detail in life's lesson." I thoughtless said. After Blaise had regained her composure, she told a more accurate story of her current living style. I openly cried while she returned to her stone cold expression. So I did what any friend could possible do, I distracted her by looking for another room. By the grace of Merlin, we found one near the Gryffindor Tower.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Harry pulled me closer into his embrace.
"Did the Dursleys ever physically hurt you?" I glanced towards his vexed eyes.
He heavily sighed looking deeply into the fire. "No, but they did enough damage with words. At least physically pain could heal with time."
"You're not healing?" I grabbed a fist full of his robe. Why do great people get hurt?
"Slowly, but it's going to be better." He answered with full confidence.
"How do you know?" I asked with doubt.
"Because you are here with me. You could make any scar go away." I reached to touch his forehead.
"I wish I could make this go away." He smiled caustically.
"So do I, but like Dumbledore said, we all have our own destiny. It is just the choice between the easy or the right one." Harry paused suddenly. "May I ask where this is coming from?"
"You may but it doesn't mean I will answer." I murmured out.
"Will you tell me another day?" I rested my head on his chest.
"When you're ready."
"Difficult to understand." He placed his head on mine.
"No, just something unexpected." I reached to hold his hand. "No more questions. I just want this moment with you." I placed a kiss on his palm.
"Must be really bad, if you don't want to talk about it." His arms wrapped around me tighter. You have no idea.
I was nervous. I never like being nervous. I felt I was out of control and had no apprehension of what was going to happen. Yet whenever I was, I either stuttered or babbled in tangents. Currently I sat fidgeting in the same room I was in a month ago. Again everyone was settled in their same positions, comfortable with each other's presence. I quietly listened as Bill went on about rumors of dark magic in Syria. Anxiously, I glanced around the room.
I noticed Roger slyly holding Alicia's hand while they sat together on the couch. After our mutual separation, he had spent more time with his fellow roommate Angelina. Well through time he spent with her and her friends, he asked Alicia to the Valentine's Day dance. I was extremely happy when I heard the news from Roger. They had currently been dating for 2 weeks and didn't look to be ending any time soon.
Across from me, I saw Neville cautiously moved closer towards Ginny. I wonder if he will ever ask her out? Through his usual rambling, I had figured out that he had a crush on the youngest Weasley. Yet he had held back from doing anything, for fear of the Weasley clan. As for Ginny, she had finally admitted that she found Neville to be sweet and caring. I personally thought she needed someone like Neville compared to her other crushes. Of course I was little bias, since Harry was still on her list of boys to be with.
In the corner, I noticed Sirius slowly dozing off. He had just recently returned from another dangerous journey looking for Peter Pettigrew. His long hair was now cut into a short style, while he had started growing a mustache. He looked like he had lost weight again and slept very little. Harry stood next to him, fully showing concern on his face. If only we could catch Peter. Returning back to Bill's monologue, I saw Professor Snape scowl at my direction. He is probably mad that my attention is elsewhere.
"Professor Snape, has there been any news about the missing people?" Harry surprisingly asked with civility.
"No. My source is completely unaware of their whereabouts." He replied nonchalantly.
"I just don't see why they need two muggles. I mean Ludwig's wife is at least a herebologist as well as married to a great Potions Master." Roger said puzzled. Wait she's a herebologist. Suddenly Charlie came running into the room.
"I just got news that someone bought dragon eyes through the black market!" He huffed out exhaustibly.
"Why dragon eyes?" Lee voiced in question.
"Mr. Jordan if you were to pay attention in class, you would know that dragon eyes can still function without the body." Professor McGonagall replied with her usual lecturing manner.
"Roger where did you say Mr. Gustoven lived in Germany?" I asked.
"Near the Black Forest," and his wife is a herebologist.
"Mione," Ron noticed my eyes starting to blur.
"Professor, do they have their own Potions Master?" I directed towards Professor Snape.
"Yes, though I am unaware of who it may be." So Mr. Gustoven is useless to their cause.
"Ms. Granger, what are you thinking?" Professor Dumbledore said, but my mind was too busy to hear. So his skills are not what they want. She is not ransom for his cooperation. They took her for other reasons. She is a herebologist. They live near the Black Forest. Wait the list! They need something for the list in Germany. Oh, how could I forget?
"In a recent search through ancient German castles, archaeologists found Marsh mallow's roots. Many assumed that they were brought over by merchants from China. Others believed that the Germanic tribes had started cultivating their own Marsh mallow plants. One of the most fertile areas is in Germany is in the Black Forest." My voice carried through the room. I started pacing excited at my discovery. "They took Mr. Gustoven's wife because she knows how to find it or even cultivate it. He went back to try and search for it. That means she is not helping their cause. So we still have a chance to find them alive. They wouldn't kill her or the muggles unless they find the marsh mallow plant."
"So we need to stop him from finding the plant." Ron said eagerly.
"Impossible! The Black Forest is so dark that night and day melt in to one." Remus stated.
"Unless you had dragon eyes, to guide the way." Charlie spoke out hoarsely. The room grew silent processing, what was just said. I wonder what each person is thinking?
"But why do they need the Marsh Mallow plant? All the things listed are either found in Middle East or Asia." Cho questioned my hypothesis.
"The moisture in the roots can be used for healing purposes. There is an ancient folklore that said it brought the dead back to life." Neville surprised everyone with his knowledge.
"We need to stop whoever is going to use it!" Ginny shivered at the thought.
"Has the dragon eyes been given to the buyer yet?" Professor Dumbledore calmly asked.
"No, it was just bought this morning." Charlie placed a hand on Ginny's shoulder.
"I'll take care of it." Mr. Weasley said with conviction. What?
"Dad, how are you going to do that?" Ron asked confusedly, while voicing what everyone was wondering as well.
"Son, every person has their secrets. Some are just darker than others." He suddenly looked very different. "I will deal with the trader. Severus I can trust you to handle Ludwig." Professor nodded at Mr. Weasley's commanding tone. With a quick glance around the room, they left in hopes to complete their mission.
"I believe that will be it for the day. We will meet again when we receive further news." The headmaster then gathered together with the adults as we dispersed into different directions. Harry, Ron, and I slowly strolled through the halls with our thoughts still in the meeting. I was concentrating on what could be missing that I didn't notice the person from around the corner.
Smack!
Malfoy and I both fell backwards from the sudden collision. Harry quickly kneeled to my aid as Ron started shouting. "Watch where you are going ferret face! Don't you have enough money to buy yourself glasses."
"Sod off Weasley! I think I broke my tail bone." Malfoy stood rubbing his posterior. I chuckled at his action but my aching arm preventing me to do so.
"Nene are you hurt?" Harry gently lifted me upwards.
"I think I bruised my forearm." I winced at his touch.
"Look at what you did!" Ron screamed at Malfoy's face. Malfoy said nothing but his eyes soften in worry.
"Hermione are you okay? I honestly didn't see you coming." He moved away from Ron's glare. What in Merlin's name is wrong with him?
"What, no name calling Malfoy?" Harry placed his arm around my waist.
"I'm not talking to you, Potter." He barked at Harry. "Do you need to go to the infirmary?" He tenderly spoke. I stared shocked into his silver eyes.
"Ah…I think it would be best." I stuttered out.
"Good," he reached to guide me. "Are you two coming?" He ordered at Ron and Harry. Utterly confused at what to do, they willfully followed. As we silently walked on ward, I had this nagging feeling about him. Why does he feel familiar? Well you have technically known him for 5 years. No, he feels different. I glanced up to see his eyes changing. Wait, is that blue?
Nearing the Hospital Wing, a group of 1st years gather around Harry and Ron. Busy being pestered with questions and adoring comments, they were stuck between them. "I'll continue on with Hermione." Malfoy smirked. "Have fun with your fans." We turned another corner when Malfoy spoke again. "I told you it was overly white."
I looked up to see his image slowly disappear. Dear sweet Merlin, why do you keep surprisingly me lately? There stood Blaise with her annoying grin. "Blaise!" I shouted while hitting her shoulder.
She laughed loudly. "It was worth it! You should have seen your face when I said your name. Then it got even better with Harry's jealous glare and Ron's frustrated face. Oh, the great advantages of polyjuice." She deviously twirled her strawberry blonde hair.
"I am so glad I could amuse you." I said sharply. "And why are you using polyjuice?" I shook my head frantically at her still humored posture.
"Well, Draco paid me to patrol for him today. I got 3 galleons for it too." She showed me her recently gained money.
"You know you shouldn't use that too much." I lectured her of her carelessness of the repercussions of her actions.
"Oh, cut the act. I was the one who taught you to use it in the first place. Besides you know how easy potions are for me." She bragged at her achievements.
"I know. I just don't want you getting hurt or in trouble." I placed my hand on her shoulder.
"I won't." She smiled. "Come on, we should get your arm fixed. I don't want your boyfriend and hot-tempered bosom friend hurting me." She tugged me along towards the infirmary.
"Bosom- friend?" I arched my eyebrows in curiosity.
"I just finished Anne GreenGables. I have the words in my head."
"Sure, that is what you said last time, when you called dating, courting." I teased at her.
"I would watch what you say. I can change into you any time I want." She challenged back.
"Note taken!" I scattered to find Madam Pomfrey.
"Where is he?" Harry and Ron came running into the room.
"Who?" Blaise innocently asked.
"Malfoy!" Ron shouted still looking for the other blonde.
"He brought Hermione here." Harry said briskly.
"Really? I thought I brought Hermione here." Blaise turned to face me. "Hermione, I think your two boys are starting to loose their heads. They think Draco brought you here." I tried my best not to laugh, but was unsuccessful.
"What's so funny?" Ron muttered to Harry.
"I think it's a girl thing." Harry replied equally as confused. Slowly our chuckles died down, and Harry moved closer towards me. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not anymore," I leaned in to kiss his cheek.
"Get a room," Ron and Blasie said together. I grinned at their awed expressions.
"Hermione we should go. We have class tomorrow and also we have to meet with our partners." Harry held his hand tightly with mine.
"Oh great joy of fun! I swear if I hear Lavendar mention one more thing about my brothers, I will be force to do evils things." Ron stammered out.
"I thought you said she was cute." I jabbed my finger at him.
"That was before she told me 101 ways she can do her hair." Ron scrawled his face in annoyance.
"You mean before she opened her mouth." Blaise commented.
"Shouldn't you be faithfully following your princesses." Ron asked in a saucy tone.
"Hermione and I were talking about school before you two came in. Besides you have no authority of who I talk to."
"She is my friend. I think I have every authority to do so." Ron spoke louder, causing echoes in the hall.
"You're not her only friend!" Blaise glared into his eyes.
"Stop it!" I finally shouted. Harry silently watched as I commanded them. "Ron just leave her alone." He grunted and sealed his lips. "Blaise, go back to your room. I'll talk to you tomorrow." She huffed with uneasiness and left with aggravation. Great! They both have tempers that could melt the North Pole.
Soon we reached the Common Room, filled with busy happy students. I wonder if their lives are anything like ours. Are their main worries about school and quidditch? Do they ever think about dark magic or impending doom? It would have been nice not to know what I know. Would I be different? Would I be who I am now?
"I can not believe you did that to me!" Ron finally shouted. All commotion stopped from his explosion.
"You were acting immature. She was just walking with us. She didn't do anything wrong." I stood up matching his posture.
"Her walking with us is wrong. I mean it's bad enough that she's your partner. Do we have to spend so much of our free time with her also?" His hands throw up in frustration.
"There is nothing wrong with her or her being my partner. I like spending time with her. I think she is great to talk to."
"Everything that comes out of her mouth is rude and sarcastic!"
"Funny how you can point that out in others but not yourself Ron!" I slightly shoved his shoulder.
"She's in Slytherin!" He growled trying not to throw things at me.
"I do not care!" I yelled in his face. I didn't want this to happen. I wanted them to like each other. I don't want to choose between friends.
"I think we should continue this in our room." Harry finally voiced in. I nodded in submission wanting to resolve the situation. Ron sighed but reluctantly followed as well. All eyes stared as we ascended the stairs, wondering how life was like for us? If only they really knew.
"Hermione, I agree with Ron." Harry quietly said, closing the door. "You shouldn't be trusting her so much. We don't know what she could be planning." I gaped in shock. I don't believe he just said that.
"Besides Mione, she's in Slytherin. Her family is highly connected with dark magic." Ron sat on his bed. "And you're a muggleborn, who knows what crazy ideas could be running through her head."
"Also you're my girlfriend. She might be trying to get information from you." They continued on with a list of reasons why I shouldn't be her friend. I sat motionless on Harry's bed in disbelief. I was actually disgusted with Ron and Harry. They were judging her because of her surname. They felt threaten because of her reputation.
"You only know her image." I stared at Harry. "You are taking her surname and reputation." I directed at Ron. I tighten my fists together. "I expected anyone else to be prejudice, but not you two."
"We are not being prejudice. Her family had worked with Death Eaters in the past. Percy sent us information stating the fact. She is in Slytherin for a reason." Ron fidgeted from my angry glare.
"I just don't trust her. For all the reasons we said and because of way she treats you. She is way too nice. All Slytherins do things for a reason. She is definitely up to something." Harry ran his hand through his hair.
"Were you using me when we became friends? Was it because I was smart and a bookworm? Or were you so eager to be the amazing heroes in my life?" I stomped off towards the door.
"Is she worth fighting with us?" Harry coolly said. No, because you're fighting with her.
"Yes, but we're not fighting. I just realized how alike some people could be."
"What is that suppose to mean?" Ron gritted his teeth.
"Someone once told me, once you are one way, you can never change the fact of it. I just didn't want to believe him until now." I let tears flow down my face, and left them to ponder their own thoughts.
"Hermione, what do I do now?" Neville nudged my elbow.
"Wait until it turns green, then let it cool for 5 minutes." I carelessly said. He nodded and left me to my own thoughts. After tossing and turning last night, I ended up leaving the Tower early in the morning. I had skipped breakfast to find Blaise waiting in the library for me. Some what annoyed with her attitude yesterday, I quickly sat down next to Susan. Noticing my irritation, Blaise slammed her book on the table and left the library. "I wonder what her problem is?" I remember Susan whispering into my ear. I muttered my unawareness and continued to discuss about Herebology. I went on with my day, neither talking to Harry or Ron. Actually they went along with their day not talking to me either. Why does it seem that we have gotten into too many arguments this year?
"Hermione can I ask you a question?" Neville nervously gulped.
"Actually Neville, could we talk about school later? I need to finish this potion." I concentrated only my task.
"It…it has to do with the Valentine's Day dance." He stuttered out. "Do you think Ginny would go with me?" He's finally going to do it.
I smiled for the first time today. "I see no reason why she wouldn't."
"I guess I'm worried she will say no. I heard she might go with one of her Ravenclaw friends." His eyes lowered in grief.
"Neville you already made the decision to ask her. You just want the reassurance to do so." He shyly glanced up. "Well I am telling you to ask her before she decides to say yes to Sam."
"She hasn't said yes yet?" Neville asked in surprise.
"Ginny is waiting for you to ask her. Almost gave up, but I told her to wait just a little longer." I grinned inwardly.
"You're a great friend Hermione." Really, then why don't I feel like one?
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to Ron yesterday. You know how I get when people hit a nerve. Things just fly out of my mouth. Please don't be mad." Blaise sat next to me on the floor. I looked up from my book to see her eyes glimmering with fright. Why does she look so scared? Afraid of my silence, she grabbed my hand furiously. "I am really, really sorry. Please don't leave me."
I sighed at her appearance. Her face was pale, and eyes very dim. She looked to have aged ten years in only a night's time. Do I really mean that much to her? Hermione, of course you do. She also means a lot to you too. "I know you didn't mean to. I even understand why you would react that way. I just wish you could get along with them." I closed my book in defeat.
"I know being my friend is a burden to you." She said meekly.
"No, just highly dramatic." I lightly joked.
"No, that's Harry and Ron's job. I just add in a bit of spice." She finally gave a small grin.
"Blaise, do you think you could be friends with them too?"
"I don't know. But I will try, if you really want me too." I squeezed her hands.
"I do." I reached to close my bag.
"Were you working?" She noticed my tired face.
"Just on the translations and potions. I really have no clue what I am doing anymore." I said in discretion.
"Yes you do." She grabbed my bag. "Let's see what you have so far. Remember what you always say, two minds are better then one."
"You actually listen when I lecture you?" I smiled.
"I always listen to you." She grinned showing her rare sweet dimples. "Now what the heck is Marsh Mallow?" Blaise eyes saw my notes.
"It's a plant with great healing abilities. The real problem is finding out why they would need that or kidnap muggles? I mean even Ludwig's wife has reason to be taken. But why take two powerless muggles?"
"Hermione, who is this for?" Her eyes darted up.
"Many of us speculate it is for You-Know-Who, but we don't have any evidence."
"What do you think?" She asked slightly worried at the answer.
"Yes, it is for him. I mean, he can drink unicorn's blood. Why not bring himself back to life?"
"But he still is alive. You said Harry faced him last year." I sighed again.
"It's not his real body. He is only living through a host. He does not actually have one."
"So this could make him into a man again. He could be human again."
"Yes, and give him the ability not to die also." She stood up abruptly.
"So the potion and everything is for him. Then why don't you tell the Ministry? I mean isn't there enough evidence to show the world he has return."
"Blaise you understand how the wizard world works better than me. You know the answer to that." I stood following her action.
"Why do we keep living like this?"
"Because it is who we are. No matter if we are muggles or purebloods, we are still magical beings."
"Sometimes I wonder if I can get away from who I am." We paused silently. I wonder how we got off the subject. Wait a second!
"Blaise remember that article you were telling me about genetics and such."
"The one about blood types?"
"Do you still have it?"
"I'll search for it. Why, what are you thinking?"
"Remember when I told you about 2nd year and the whole Ginny fiasco."
"You mean how You-Know-Who was actually a student here."
"Yes. He grew up in a muggle orphanage after his father abandoned him. His father was a wealth muggle. One would assume that he wasn't the only living Riddle. Even if he was, he would still have to have some sort of distant relatives."
"So distant, that they could be living in Spain. They could have different last names."
"But they would still carry a similar blood type. They could still be useful in the ritual." I quickly hugged her in our discovery. "We did it. We just need to find them Blaise!"
"I believe Ms. Granger, that will be up to the resistance to decide who finds them." Oh, I'm in trouble.