Someone asked for a longer story with Blaise and Hermione. Here it is. Hope you like it.

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Hermione sat down in one of the comfortable chairs in the Hogwarts Library. Her fellow Gryffindors were playing Truth or Dare in the Common Room., and she'd taken the chance to escape when everyone was looking at Harry and Ginny, who because of a dare from Lavender were forced to kiss each other in front of the whole Common Room.

She didn't enjoy games like Truth or Dare; she felt they were annoying distractions, that kept her from doing valuable things with her time. That was why she was in the library at the moment. The library was, strangely enough, open longer than curfew. Students were allowed in there, even if they according to school rules were supposed to be in their dormitories.

This particular loophole was one she was eternally grateful for at the moment; she'd found it in a Students' Handbook in her sixth year, and it enabled her to carry on with her studying, even though it was long past curfew. And as long as no one caught her on her way back from the library, she wasn't exactly breaking rules.

She smiled; the phrase ´if no one can prove it, it never happened´ might as well be the Slytherin motto, but for tonight, she had adopted it as her own. Speaking of Slytherins, she hadn't seen any of them on the prowl in the corridors tonight, which was strange, since they always seemed to be out and about, no matter what time of the day it was.

Sighing happily to herself, she buried her nose in her favourite book; Hogwarts, A History, and let the world around her disappear for the time being. No matter how many times she read it, the book was still as fascinating.


The door to the silent library creaked open, letting a tall, slim figure slip inside, hidden by the dark shadows. The moonlight traced patters on the floor, casting an eerie silver light over the room, where the last candle was extinguished several hours ago.

Quiet footfalls seemed to echo in the silence, as the person walked across the floor quickly, towards the back of the library, where the more advanced books were kept. There were also the yearbooks and student-records, stuffed in between Arithmancy for Addicts and Famous Fire Breathers.

The silent figure sneaked around a bookshelf, and halted for a moment, seeming to listen. Nothing but quiet breaths broke the silence, and it was just about to take another step, when a voice broke through the night.

"Looking for something?" It asked.

The figure jumped, and spun around, coming face to face with a brown haired girl sitting calmly at one of the tables, reading a book by the moonlight. She smiled softly, and turned a page, eyes returning to the book.

"When are you going to run to the nearest professor to report me?"

The girl lifted her head, and raised an eyebrow.

"Blaise Zabini. I wondered where you Slytherins were hiding." She commented, but didn't move.

"Aren't you going to tell on me?" Blaise asked, confused, waiting for her to scramble to her feet and run out to door, screaming for Professor McGonagall.

"What? And get myself detention too? Don't be silly. Besides, you aren't breaking any rules by being here, not to my knowledge, at least, so I have no reason to tell on you." She shrugged.

Blaise blinked. Quickly, he moved across the floor and sat down in the chair next to her, leaning forward.

"How can you say I am not breaking any rules? I am in the library well past curfew, and so are you." He said, looking at her with one eyebrow raised.

"Being out in the corridors after curfew is against the rule; being in the library isn't." She said calmly. "I found it in one of the Students Handbooks over there." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder.

Blaise leaned back. That was certainly interesting; Slytherin would benefit from that information a great deal. But he wasn't there to talk about rules. He had other things to do.

"Interesting." He said. "Unfortunately, I have other things to attend to. Do you know where they keep Hogwarts, A History? I lost my copy."

Smiling, she held up the book she was reading. Across its battered leather cover was written ´Hogwarts, A History´ in faded golden letters. Blaise swore under his breath; now he'd have to wait even longer.

"You can have this; I've read it before anyway." She said, handing him the book.

"Thank you." He said, surprised that she'd let him have the book, even though she wasn't finished with it.

"You're welcome. Good luck with getting back to the Common Room; Filch is on the war-path; someone painted Mrs Norris pink" She warned.

Blaise nodded, black curls flying, and headed out of the library again; his mission was accomplished. Strangely enough, with the help of a Gryffindor. Not your average Gryffindor, either, but Hermione Granger, one of the most strict students at Hogwarts.

That was a mystery he would have to solve some other time, right now, his main objective was to get back to the dungeons without running into Filch. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of Mrs Norris painted pink, as he slipped through the shadows of the dark corridors.

He had nearly reached the stairs leading down to the dungeons, when he heard someone's footsteps approaching from the other end of the corridor, and he froze on the spot. He had nowhere to hide, and no matter how fast he was, he was never going to get down the stairs before Filch found him. Being caught in the corridors, with a library book in his hands, after curfew, was going to land him in more than one detention.

Standing there, debating whether he should hex Filch and maybe get away with it, or take his punishment, he was suddenly tackled by something, knocking him into a banner hanging on the wall, which yielded to his weight and sent him crashing into the back wall of a small alcove.

His first reaction was to scream, but someone's hand was clapped over his mouth. His second thought was that Filch knew about the alcove, and was going to find him, and whoever his attacker was. His third thought was that he should hex his attacker, but he was pinned against the wall by someone, trapping his arms beside him, rendering them useless.

Something was thrown over him, and he found himself looking into Hermione Granger's brown eyes. She was the one pinning him against the wall, with her hand over his mouth, preventing him from talking or even breathing too loud. She gave him a look that clearly told him to shut up or die, and turned her head slightly, listening to the footsteps outside.

"It there anyone there, my sweet?" Asked Filch, apparently talking to his cat.

He was answered by a meow, and the two teens could hear him walking towards their hiding place.

Blaise watched as Hermione closed her eyes and moved her lips in what could have been a prayer, and he found himself wishing he could join her, but alas, she still had her hand over his mouth.

To his horror, Filch dragged the banner away, and looked straight at them, and he knew they were done for. However, Filch just grumbled incoherently, and let it fall back into place, and walked off talking to his cat.

Hermione leaned to the side, watching Filch through slit between the wall and the banner, still not pulling her hand away. She let out a sigh as he disappeared around a corner in the corridor, and allowed herself a small smile.

"Thank god." She whispered.

Blaise tried to agree, but succeeded only in nearly biting her palm. She glared at him, but then noticed her hand, and pulled it away, mumbling an apology. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"Come on; if we stay here, Filch will find us." She whispered, and grabbed his sleeve.

Too surprised to argue, and because he didn't want a furious Gryffindor on his back, and either way believing that it was the best he could do, he followed. She dragged him out of the alcove and down the corridor, all the while looking around her and breathing as silently as possible.

Blaise noticed the strange shimmering fabric draped around them, but didn't dare ask about it, having been witness to the slap she'd delivered to Draco Malfoy and not wanting to receive one of his own.


They walked through several corridors, and up and down several stairs, and after a while he started to notice that they were walking in a circle, at first away from the Slytherin Common Room, and then back again.

Hermione seemed to know where she was going, so Blaise saw no reason to complain, since she had narrowly gotten him out of a detention with Filch. He was getting a bit worried though, since she hadn't spoken a word since they left the alcove.

They were just walking along a corridor in the upper part of the castle, when they once again heard Filch muttering around the corner, and once again, they had nowhere to hide, or at least so he thought. Hermione had other ideas, however.

She halted immediately, and spun on her heels, almost knocking him over, and then seemed to find what she was searching for and dragged him towards the wall. He was dead sure there hadn't been anything there when they'd walked past a second ago, but now there was a door, which Hermione opened and dragged him through.

She shut the door, and leaned against it, listening to Filch walking down the corridor, still talking to Mrs Norris. He was approaching the door, and they could hear him muttering under his breath, sounding very much like someone who belonged in St. Mungo's Mental Health Department.

"This isn't a door I recognize. Shall we investigate, my sweet? No, it's locked." He said as he rattled the doorknob, but the door didn't budge.

He walked away, and as soon as his footsteps had faded away, Hermione tried to open the door, but it didn't move. She pulled out her wand and whispered ´Alohomora´, but nothing happened. Glancing at Blaise, she tired to open the door again. Nothing happened.

Growing a little bit hysterical, she rattled the doorknob, not caring that it didn't work, until a hand covered hers. She looked up and met Blaise's blue eyes. He shook his head, so his black hair fell into his eyes.

"Don't. He might hear you." He whispered.

"Damn. Why do things like this always happen to me?" Hermione sighed, leaning against the door, and in doing so, she accidentally made the Invisibility Cloak slip down from their shoulder and land on the floor.

Blaise looked at it, and bent down to pick it up. He held the shimmering fabric in his hands, inspecting it closely. He glanced at her, holding it out with one hand. She looked back, head to one side, waiting for him to ask his questions.

"What is this?" He asked eventually, when he grew tired of waiting for her to say something.

"Invisibility Cloak." She answered, and seeing his expression, she added, "Don't ask."

Blinking, clearly surprised that she had something that expensive, but deciding not to pursue the subject, he dropped the Cloak again, an moved forward to check if he could open the door. He couldn't. No unlocking spells or charms worked, nor did the attempt to open it with a safety pin, a skill that made Hermione wonder what he did in his spare time.

After a while, he gave up, threw away the safety pin with an angry expression on his face, and sat down, leaning against the wall. Hermione followed suit, looking at him curiously; she had never paid that much attention to him before, since he always seemed to keep to himself.

"We are stuck here until someone starts to miss us." She said what he had been reluctant to utter.

He shook his head again, glaring at the walls, running his hands through his hair.

"Fuck." He spat.

Hermione raised an eyebrow when he followed up with a stream of muttered curses, in something that sounded like French. She wasn't sure; she didn't speak it herself, but she had heard it spoken enough times to recognize it.

"Could I borrow that?" She asked, pointing to the copy of Hogwarts, A History, which he still had clutched under his arm.

He stared at her for a moment, but then handed her the book. She took it and started looking for any mention of this room, listening to Blaise's swearing. She bit back a smile when he switched to English again, and started on the more obscene curse words, but didn't turn her eyes from the book.

She knew she should know about this room, but she couldn't remember what it was. She'd been here before, but she'd forgotten why. But she had a nagging feeling that it was important. She turned a page, and her eyes fell on a paragraph describing the Room of Requirement. Suddenly, she remembered; this was where the DA meetings had been held. She shut the book again.

"I've got some good news, and I've got some bad news." She began.

Blaise raised his head, momentarily stopping his tirade to listen.

"The good news is; I know where we are. I also know how we'll get out of here. The bad news is; the door won't open until four in the morning, when Filch's rounds end." She explained, fingering her wand in case Blaise got angry.

He did get angry. He stared at her speechlessly, and then ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself. He pulled out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it.

"So you are saying I am stuck in here with you, for four bloody hours?" He asked, fighting to keep himself calm.

"It appears so." She shrugged.

"Great. This is just great." He said, throwing up his hands in despair. "I'm stuck in a fucking closet with a ruddy Gryffindor! Why couldn't I have been lucky just for one time, and got stuck with a Ravenclaw?" He was talking to the ceiling now, apparently desperate.

"I always knew Slytherins were a little different, but I had no clue that they were stark raving mad. Why are you talking to the ceiling?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah? Well deep down, everyone's a Slytherin. The Slytherins just happen to be better at it than the other houses." Blaise shot back.

"Everyone's a Slytherin? Do you realize you just insulted yourself?" Hermione wondered, amused.

"You say Slytherin like it's a bad thing. If I was given the choice between Slytherin and Gryffindor, I'd go with Slytherin any day. At least we don't have that suicidal hero-complex." Blaise sneered.

"At least we Gryffindor's don't plot ourselves into an early grave." Hermione snapped.

"Of course you don't; Gryffindor's couldn't plot their way out of a wet cardboard box!"

"We don't get stabbed in the back by our house-mates, either." Hermione changed the subject, but only slightly.

"We don't expect our house-mates to commit suicide for us." Blaise retorted, referring to the Gryffindor habit of sacrificing themselves for the greater good.

"We don't either. I can't stop a bunch of idiots from committing suicide, now can I?" Hermione spit out, angry at him for being reminded of the death of several people she knew.

"So you admit you're idiots?" Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"No, I admit that they are idiots. I'm smart." Hermione retorted, actually beginning to enjoy herself.

"You're smart? Mhm, and that's why we're stuck in a closet." Blaise nodded sarcastically.

"Hey, it's not a closet; it's the Room of Requirement! And if you hadn't been stupid enough to nearly be caught by Filch, we wouldn't be here!"

"Me? Stupid? You were the one who tackled me and pinned me to the wall! Seriously, if you wanted me so damn much, you could just have asked, you know." Blaise smirked.

"If I ever lost my mind to the degree that I even thought about wanting you, I would have shut myself into St. Mungo's, believe you me. As for tackling you; no one deserves detention with Filch. Not even Malfoy." Hermione snorted.

"I could think of a few people who deserve detention with Filch. Whoever thought hiding in the room was a good idea sounds like worthy candidate." Blaise glanced at her.

"Jeesh; I get you out from under Flich's nose, I save you from getting detention, and get you out of loosing several points from Slytherin; what the hell do you want me to do?" She rolled her eyes.

"Apologizing for forcing me to stand your company for four damn hours would be a good start." Blaise said, sounding hopeful.

"In your dreams, boy."

"I hate to disappoint you, but I don't dream of you." Blaise said, shaking his head.

"Thank god for that; if you had, you'd have given me nightmares." Hermione shuddered.

"My mission in life." Blaise said, sarcasm dripping off his tone, "I live only to give you nightmares."

"Gee, get sarcastic much?" She asked, smiling slightly.

"No, you think?" He retorted, smiling as well, but trying to hide it.

"That is an activity to which I sometimes put my brain, that's right. Not that you'd know much about it." She bit back.

"Only sometimes? I knew there was something strange about you. I wonder how you passed your tests if you if only think sometimes." He teased.

"It amazes me that you actually have enough brain capacity to wonder about anything." She glanced at him, before turning to look at the door again.

"Contrary to popular belief, you aren't the only one in the castle with a brain you know." He ran a hand through his hair.

"If that's true, you hide it damn well." Hermione couldn't help grinning.

The truth was she was enjoying herself immensely, even though she was stuck in a closet with a Slytherin. She didn't show it much, but she had a sarcastic sense of humour; a good insult could make her laugh just as much as a joke could. In fact, that was why she always tried to keep a low profile in Potions Class; Snape actually had a sense of humour, but he hid it well, by insulting and degrading those around him, which was his way of being funny.

"Oh, we are very good actors, didn't you know?" Blaise said airily.

"You must be; no one can be that stupid."

"I resent that; Crabbe and Goyle can be that stupid." Blaise sniffed.

"I didn't believe it was possible to have IQ in negatives, but those two have proved me wrong." Hermione shrugged.

"It isn't possible to have n IQ in negatives; Crabbe and Goyle's joint IQ reaches an impressive three." Blaise smirked.

"Really? I never thought they'd get over two, myself." Hermione said. "I bet their mother's are proud."

"They must be; it's a great achievement for the two of them." Blaise snorted again, holding back laughter.

"Oh, yes. How many O.W.L's did they get again? One? Two?" She asked, secretly enjoying that she'd gotten him to nearly laugh.

"I asked them about it, but they said they couldn't count that high." Blaise said.

"That's no guarantee; they can't count farther than two without getting lost." She shot back.

This time, Blaise did laugh. Only shortly, but it was a laugh, and Hermione felt like jumping up and down in glee, since she had finally gotten one of the Slytherins to laugh with her, and not at her. Sitting on the floor of the Room of Requirement, shooting insults back and forth with the most secretive member of the Slytherin House, she was enjoying herself a lot more than she had done in several weeks.


They had been shooting insults at each other for quite some time when Blaise pulled out his pocket watch again, to check the time. He put it in his pocket again with a grin, and looked at Hermione, who was still sitting against the opposite wall.

"Time's up, I'm afraid. Check the door, would you?" He asked.

"Do I look like a House Elf to you?" She retorted, but checked the door.

"No, you're too short." He said seriously.

"Oh, shut up, will you?" She asked, grumbling, but smiled as the door opened. "Now, come on, Filch's rounds are over, but Snape will begin his rounds in half an hour, and I would very much like to be in my dorm by then." She picked up the Invisibility Cloak and threw it over the two of them.

He chuckled, but followed her out the door. She once again grabbed his sleeve and dragged him towards the dungeons. Soon they were standing outside the Slytherin Common Room and he raised and eyebrow at her.

"How, exactly, do you know where the Slytherin Common Room is?" He asked.

She smiled at him, and winked.

"You didn't think this was the first time I'm out after curfew, did you? Besides, a girl's gotta have some secrets." She said, before disappearing under the Cloak, leaving him seemingly alone in a deserted hallway.

"Strange, that one is." He mumbled, before turning to the wall and saying the password. "Draco Dormiens."

The wall swung open and revealed the Common Room. Blaise stepped inside and the wall closed again. He didn't realize that Hermione was still in the corridor, and had just learned the Slytherin password. She grinned to herself and started up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower. That password might come in handy one day.


Ending Notes; someone asked for a longer Blaise/Hermione fic. This is what I came up with; it will be multi-chapter, but I have another story to finish first.