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A tall body leaned against the stone wall, with arms crossed and the right leg bent at the knee, foot resting flat against the wall. Even in the dark, she could see the head with dark hair was not facing her; their head was bent down and seemed to be looking at the floor. Paralyzed with fear, Hermione tried to think, but knowing that she did not have her wand she began to panic. Maybe she had not been noticed yet, and she could go back the direction she came, she had not made much noise walking down the corridor.


She took a few steps backward, not taking her eyes off the figure, her heart beating so loudly that she thought it was nearly impossible for the other person not to hear it. Just as she was about to turn the corner the figure spoke, “You know, Mudblood, you really should be more careful walking around deserted corridors from now on.” The voice echoed throughout the corridor and Hermione was once again frozen, she screamed at her brain to allow her limbs to move, for her to scream, anything, but nothing happened.


Using his foot to push himself casually off the wall, Blaise stalked towards the frozen Hermione, “I thought only a curse would keep you that still, not to mention that quiet!” He laughed evilly as the battle between Hermione’s brain and body still fought.


When he was only a few feet away from Hermione — her body finally won the battle, she took off in a run around the corner, and back down the corridor, from which she had originally come. She only got a few meters; before a strong arm grabbed her around the waist and slammed her into the cold stone wall. Pushing against Blaise's strong, solid, body with every ounce of strength she could muster did nothing but give him cause to laugh. As she was about to scream out in fear and frustration, a large, but amazing soft, hand clamped over her mouth and muffled the noise. This only caused Hermione’s panic to rise and the adrenaline coursing through her body helped her in her struggle against him, she quickly bit into the hand preventing her from screaming. This caused Blaise to curse loudly, giving Hermione the chance to slip from his grasp, if only for a mere second before she found his hard body on top of hers as he tackled her to the ground.


“Just think of this little moment as a welcome back gift,” Blaise smirked when the small body paused in her struggle beneath him. “There are going to be many things you will need to get used to this year, and having some respect for Purebloods will be one of them!” The anger rose in his voice, as he spoke the last bit.


“What do you want Zabini?” Hermione’s nerves finally calming slightly, as her thoughts started to rationalize again. “Do you think that you are not going to pay for this later on? What if someone were to walk around that corner right now, or a teacher?” Seeing his eyes dart up to the corner she spoke of, she knew that she had hit a nerve. Losing his concentration briefly gave Hermione the chance to grab into his robes for his wand, but in a way that she hoped he would not notice, giving him the impression that it was her own wand, that she held.


When she brought the wand to his throat, she heard his breath catch and his body stiffen. “Let me up Blaise and I won't stun you.” Blaise seemed as though he was going to comply, but that only lasted a moment before a smirk made its way back onto his face.


“You think that you can stun me with my own wand, Mudblood? Wouldn't it be easier to do it with a wand that you know will work properly for you? But you don't know where yours is do you?” Snatching his wand from her small hand and moving his face frighteningly close to hers, so that his mouth was right at her ear. “You know Granger, that bruise looks good on you,” roughly grabbing her face, he ran his thumb over the swollen purple bruise on her cheek from earlier that night, bringing tears to her eyes. “Threaten me again Mudblood and you will be getting more than a simple bruise.”


She watched as he walked back down the corridor towards the staircases. Hermione waited until she could no longer hear his footsteps before sitting up and bringing her knees to her chest, letting the tears fall freely now. She stayed in that position for what seemed like eternity, before getting up and walking slowly towards the portrait that lead to the Heads common room.


Pausing before entering, she wiped the tears from her face and tried to straighten her robes, but it was a lost cause. Taking a deep breath, she climbed though the hole with hopes that Ernie had already gone to sleep. To her dismay, he sat at the chair by the fireplace with a book in his hands. He looked up from his book at the noise of her entrance, and in an instant, he was next to her. “Merlin Hermione! What happened to you? Are you alright? Who did this?” As the questions flowed from his mouth he led her over to the chair he had just been occupying.


Looking her up and down, taking in her torn robes and scraped arms, he could only imagine what had happened to her. When he looked back into her face it was like stone, no emotion was showing through the mask she has once again drawn over her face. “I am fine Ernie, I promise, may I please use you wand? I gave mine to Ron earlier tonight, and forgot to get it back from him when we parted ways.” Not really believing her, he handed his wand over anyways. She did a few simple charms to mend her robes and then walked to her room where she had a mirror to begin the charms to conceal the scrapes and bruises on her body, as well as the bruise on her face. When she was satisfied with her work, she walked back to the fire where Ernie was still standing and handed his wand back.


With a muttered thank you and good night, Hermione made her way back to her room and closed the door softly behind her. It was not until she had changed and was curled up in her bed that the tears began to fall again.


What did Blaise want in the first place? He had barely spoken to her the entire time they had been in school together. Why had she been so stupid to lose her wand? Why on earth could she not defend herself, even though her life depended on it? The questions filled her mind as she drifted off into a fitful sleep.


Down in the dungeons, in the Slytherin common room, Blaise was entering twirling his wand around his finger with a triumphant smirk plastered on his face. His smirk was not unlike that of Draco's, but the warmer, tanned tone in Blaise’s skin and the dark shade of his hair made the smirk have an entirely different effect. “Where the bloody hell were you Blaise?” Draco asked in an almost bored tone, not looking up from what he was doing.


“Just having a little back to school fun, why do you care anyway?” Blaise flopped down on one of the chairs close to the crackling fire, draping his legs over the arm to face the blond haired boy.


“You know our orders Zabini; we can't cause her any irreversible harm, not yet at least. Everything we do has to stay fairly low key. Otherwise, those bone head friends of hers will get too suspicious and we will have a lot harder of a time carrying out the plan.” Draco looked Blaise directly in the eye as he said these words, making sure they sunk in.


Blaise was known for losing his temper, and losing control of a situation due to giving into raw emotions. For that reason, Draco had to keep an eye on him, and did not like him causing trouble when there was no one around to supervise, and pull him out when it was needed.


“By the way, I think that it will be a little obvious if the Mudblood shows up to classes tomorrow without a wand.” Nodding to Blaise in agreement, Draco pulled out the vine wood wand from his robes. Sighing, he got up and walked towards the portrait to make his way to the owlery, he did not feel like being killed when he gave it back to her. Chuckling at Draco’s whistling as he walked, Blaise made his way to bed.


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