A Freak of Nature
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Blaise
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Adult +
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9
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6,553
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A/N: thanks again to all reviewers, here is the new chapter for all of you :-) I hope you will like it...
“Where is Hermione?”
A small, balled piece of paper fell down on Blaise’s parchment while he was writing a short summary on the uses of Aconite in the Potions classroom. His right hand stirred a little to the side, making a blotch with his ink and ruining his last sentence.
He looked up and saw Weasley, looking at him questionably, and Potter nodding at the note. Picking it up, he read their question and wrote a reply. Waiting for the right moment, he threw it back to them behind Snape’s back, who which was walking between the rows of desks.
Blaise rolled his eyes in irritation: ‘Gryffindors...’
Picking up his wand and muttering silent ‘Scougrify’ the dirty spot was cleaned from his paper and he resumed his writing.
Ron Weasley leaned closer to Harry, wanting to read the Slytherin’s answer. Hermione had already missed Transfiguration today, as well as Herbology and already extremely late to Potions. They both hadn't seen her since breakfast and even then they saw her from afar. She didn't even say ‘Hello’ to them. This was defiantly out of her character.
Under the scrawling – which would be Ron’s poor attempt at decent handwriting, Harry read the answer.
‘Do I look like an information service?’
Ron shot a dirty look towards Blaise and muttered, “Bloody Slytherin.”
“I am worried about her, Ron. Something is wrong.” whispered Harry. “She hasn't been herself these last few days.”
“I'll say,” chuckled the read head, flipping through the pages of his Potions book. “For the last few years.”
Harry lifted his eyebrow in question, “What do you mean?”
Ron blushed a little, turning pink “You know, mate...maybe she’s on her....um...period?”
“Nah,” Harry frowned, attempting to start writing again. “You know our little bookworm, even cramps won't stop her from attending lessons.”
His friend grinned at this statement and returned his attention to his parchment as well.
Still, Harry felt somewhat uneasy as he thought about Hermione. The feeling that something bad had happened, or would, ate at him from the inside. He was worried about his friend.
The long corridor at the farthest end of the fifth floor in West Tower was cold and dark. Dim light from a few candles attached to the walls were not enough to light the way.
Once stepping from behind the corner, Blaise suddenly tripped and the books he was holding fell down on stone floor.
“Fuck!” his voice echoed through the silence as he bent down to retrieve them.
One piece of parchment slipped between his books and once he put it up to the dim light he recognized this as the Trasfiguration Homework MacGonagall had given him for Granger. He studied it for a moment:
”What the?”
He looked puzzled. Why would McGonagall give Granger such homework? They began study Human Transfiguration and more about becoming an animagi this year and the class assignment was to write a two thousands words essay about three forms of animals they would like to choose. Granger’s paper, however, contained a research about side effects of wrong transformation.
He couldn't understand it. Somehow he thought that Granger would be first to run at attempt to transfigure herself. It seemed like she would not now. This was not just an extra credit assignment.
Sure, he heard that not every wizard or witch could become an aminagi, not only because the process itself was dangerous, but because they simply couldn't .
Hermione Granger was a powerful witch, and he honestly doubted that the last thing was the cause of it.
He finally stood up and continued walking down the corridor. A few steps later he stopped by the dead end of it . Pushing his left hand in front of him he pressed the darkest brick in the wall and revealed the hidden passage.
Blaise stepped inside of the Head’s Common Room as bright light from the windows hit him in the eyes. He shut the curtains for a second and opened them once again, not being used to bright light after coming from the dark hallway.
He found Granger sitting on the edge of the sofa, starring blankly into the opposite wall. She had an open book in her lap but was not paying any attention to it.
Blaise took his robes of and threw them on the nearest chair, knowing that she would snap out of this trance and nag him about throwing his things around the room. He couldn't look at her like that, she seemed very distant and vulnerable...her eyes were not blinking and her whole face expressed one thing–pain.
He glanced to Hermione once more and sat near her, putting the parchment from McGonagall on the pages of her book.
At the same moment the parchment fell into her lap, she moved closer to him and he found her fingers curling around his neck, pushing it forward with un-human strength until he was entirely pressed in to the back of the sofa.
He choked for air as she moved closer to him, pulling her right leg over his and sitting onto his lap, pressing against him even further.
Leaning closer to him, body to body, her face just inches from his...her eyes turning a shade darker and filling with animal glint inside as she began to study his face closer.
He caught her hand with one of his and tried to lessen the pressure she was pressing to his throat. He was sure that she would leave his neck bruised.
“Gryff...pl..please..” he whispered, breathing his words out from the pain.
This seemed to affect her as she let go of his neck, her fingers going up until they reached his lips. Breathing hard Blaise looked at her, feeling the gentleness of her touch which couldn't be compared to her actions before. She refused to meet his eyes and turned around whispering “I'm so sorry...”
Blaise still seemed to be in shock as she stood up off him and walked inside of her room.
Hermione leaned with her back to the door and slowly fell down on the floor.
She couldn't take it anymore. The pressure of the situation was killing her inside. Her animal instincts were taking her over and she was afraid of hurting someone in time. She needed someone to tell about the situation, but had no strength to do so.
The guilt for being who she was consumed her from head to toe and broke her down, making her cry for the first time in life
...
A/N: so, hate it?like it? tell me what do you think. And yes, there is the reason why Hermione can not become an animagi, but it will be explained in the next chapter...
“Where is Hermione?”
A small, balled piece of paper fell down on Blaise’s parchment while he was writing a short summary on the uses of Aconite in the Potions classroom. His right hand stirred a little to the side, making a blotch with his ink and ruining his last sentence.
He looked up and saw Weasley, looking at him questionably, and Potter nodding at the note. Picking it up, he read their question and wrote a reply. Waiting for the right moment, he threw it back to them behind Snape’s back, who which was walking between the rows of desks.
Blaise rolled his eyes in irritation: ‘Gryffindors...’
Picking up his wand and muttering silent ‘Scougrify’ the dirty spot was cleaned from his paper and he resumed his writing.
Ron Weasley leaned closer to Harry, wanting to read the Slytherin’s answer. Hermione had already missed Transfiguration today, as well as Herbology and already extremely late to Potions. They both hadn't seen her since breakfast and even then they saw her from afar. She didn't even say ‘Hello’ to them. This was defiantly out of her character.
Under the scrawling – which would be Ron’s poor attempt at decent handwriting, Harry read the answer.
‘Do I look like an information service?’
Ron shot a dirty look towards Blaise and muttered, “Bloody Slytherin.”
“I am worried about her, Ron. Something is wrong.” whispered Harry. “She hasn't been herself these last few days.”
“I'll say,” chuckled the read head, flipping through the pages of his Potions book. “For the last few years.”
Harry lifted his eyebrow in question, “What do you mean?”
Ron blushed a little, turning pink “You know, mate...maybe she’s on her....um...period?”
“Nah,” Harry frowned, attempting to start writing again. “You know our little bookworm, even cramps won't stop her from attending lessons.”
His friend grinned at this statement and returned his attention to his parchment as well.
Still, Harry felt somewhat uneasy as he thought about Hermione. The feeling that something bad had happened, or would, ate at him from the inside. He was worried about his friend.
The long corridor at the farthest end of the fifth floor in West Tower was cold and dark. Dim light from a few candles attached to the walls were not enough to light the way.
Once stepping from behind the corner, Blaise suddenly tripped and the books he was holding fell down on stone floor.
“Fuck!” his voice echoed through the silence as he bent down to retrieve them.
One piece of parchment slipped between his books and once he put it up to the dim light he recognized this as the Trasfiguration Homework MacGonagall had given him for Granger. He studied it for a moment:
”What the?”
He looked puzzled. Why would McGonagall give Granger such homework? They began study Human Transfiguration and more about becoming an animagi this year and the class assignment was to write a two thousands words essay about three forms of animals they would like to choose. Granger’s paper, however, contained a research about side effects of wrong transformation.
He couldn't understand it. Somehow he thought that Granger would be first to run at attempt to transfigure herself. It seemed like she would not now. This was not just an extra credit assignment.
Sure, he heard that not every wizard or witch could become an aminagi, not only because the process itself was dangerous, but because they simply couldn't .
Hermione Granger was a powerful witch, and he honestly doubted that the last thing was the cause of it.
He finally stood up and continued walking down the corridor. A few steps later he stopped by the dead end of it . Pushing his left hand in front of him he pressed the darkest brick in the wall and revealed the hidden passage.
Blaise stepped inside of the Head’s Common Room as bright light from the windows hit him in the eyes. He shut the curtains for a second and opened them once again, not being used to bright light after coming from the dark hallway.
He found Granger sitting on the edge of the sofa, starring blankly into the opposite wall. She had an open book in her lap but was not paying any attention to it.
Blaise took his robes of and threw them on the nearest chair, knowing that she would snap out of this trance and nag him about throwing his things around the room. He couldn't look at her like that, she seemed very distant and vulnerable...her eyes were not blinking and her whole face expressed one thing–pain.
He glanced to Hermione once more and sat near her, putting the parchment from McGonagall on the pages of her book.
At the same moment the parchment fell into her lap, she moved closer to him and he found her fingers curling around his neck, pushing it forward with un-human strength until he was entirely pressed in to the back of the sofa.
He choked for air as she moved closer to him, pulling her right leg over his and sitting onto his lap, pressing against him even further.
Leaning closer to him, body to body, her face just inches from his...her eyes turning a shade darker and filling with animal glint inside as she began to study his face closer.
He caught her hand with one of his and tried to lessen the pressure she was pressing to his throat. He was sure that she would leave his neck bruised.
“Gryff...pl..please..” he whispered, breathing his words out from the pain.
This seemed to affect her as she let go of his neck, her fingers going up until they reached his lips. Breathing hard Blaise looked at her, feeling the gentleness of her touch which couldn't be compared to her actions before. She refused to meet his eyes and turned around whispering “I'm so sorry...”
Blaise still seemed to be in shock as she stood up off him and walked inside of her room.
Hermione leaned with her back to the door and slowly fell down on the floor.
She couldn't take it anymore. The pressure of the situation was killing her inside. Her animal instincts were taking her over and she was afraid of hurting someone in time. She needed someone to tell about the situation, but had no strength to do so.
The guilt for being who she was consumed her from head to toe and broke her down, making her cry for the first time in life
...
A/N: so, hate it?like it? tell me what do you think. And yes, there is the reason why Hermione can not become an animagi, but it will be explained in the next chapter...