A black hooded figure reached out and grabbed the first year by his collar and pulled him into an unused classroom.
"What's the password to the Gryffindor common room this week? Quick!"
The boy who spoke wasn't wearing his school robes. The poor first year wouldn't even be able to turn the mystery man in.
"Eros," he stammered, terrified.
"What do you think Blaise has gotten you for—Bloody Hell!" Ginny said. Hermione stopped short as she saw the Gryffindor common room; full to the walls with red and white roses, with a banner that said, "For Hermione." "He is in so much trouble," she told Ginny with an evil smile.
Blaise winked and grinned as Hermione turned bright red. Normally, she was too quick, but every so often he'd catch her ogling him. It was fun watching her blush, but he had a feeling he should tone it down. Today was Valentine's Day and she had yet to get him back for the Twelve Days of Christmas stunt that past December. And, of course, the common room full of flowers that morning. He was terrified. She'd been giving him conspiratorial glances all week, so god only knew what was going to happen.
"Blaise, you finished mate?" Draco asked him.
"Yeah, let's go," Blaise got up and followed Draco out of the hall.
The entire way to Charms, Blaise had a feeling that he was being watched. It was odd, he was always slightly paranoid (it came with living with a mother who slept with Death Eaters and then killed them and took their gold), but never like this. As he took his seat, he looked around him. A bright red envelope appeared and dropped to the ground.
"Please, god, don't let it be a Love Howler or something…" he muttered, then smacked Draco as the blonde laughed.
Against his and Draco's better judgment, Blaise went ahead and opened it. Words scrolled up from the bottom of the page in Hermione's girly handwriting. It was a poem.
If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you.
If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you.
"What the hell?" Draco asked from over Blaise's shoulder.
"No idea mate…" Blaise shook his head.
It was lucky he had Charms first, rather than, say, Potions; because he had absolutely no attention span for the rest of class. He was just trying to figure out what the last word on the page had meant. Water? What about water?
"I'll be right back," he told Draco as they left Flitwick's class.
He rocketed up two flights of stairs and down a corridor. Taking advantage of one of the few secret passages he actually liked to uses, he came out right in front of the Arithmancy classroom. Hermione gave him a smirk when he appeared.
"Yes, Blaise dear?" she chuckled.
"The poem was lovely, but what's this about water?" he smiled, hugging her.
"It's a clue."
"A clue to what?" Blaise quirked an eyebrow.
"To your present. You'll get the next one when you get to class."
"Alright," he said. "I'll see you later then?"
"Hopefully," Hermione grinned. "If you figure out the clues…"
Blaise rolled his eyes dramatically and began walking back to class…