Title: Untitled

Author: chappy

“You know what Hermy, I can’t figure out why you said we’re not friends. Is it because I make you nervous?”

“Nervous? Bah! You don’t make me nervous Zabini. Not at all.”

“So what is it then? Why did you tell Potter we weren’t friends?”

“We aren’t friends Zabini. For many, many reasons.”

“Like...”

“Well, a friend would know my name.”

“I know your name, Hermy.”

“See, see, this is why. My name isn’t Hermy. It’s Hermione. Hermione; can you say that?”

“Yes.”

...

“Well?”

“You asked if I could say it, not to say it. Hermy.”

A low scream sounded then and Blaise instinctively ducked, narrowly missing being hit on the head by an overly large text on Ancient Runes.

“Go away Zabini. Just leave me alone. I’m sure there are some Hufflepuffs you can torture instead of me.”

“You’d miss me Hermy, you know you would.”

“For the last time Zabini, my name isn’t Hermy!”

“Fine. If I agree to not call you Hermy anymore, then will you tell Potter we are friends?”

“Perhaps.”

“And go with me to the reading at Flourish & Blotts on Friday?”

“No.”

“Why? You said last week that…wait. Are you going with someone else?”

...

“Hermy?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Hermy?”

“I told you, don’t call me that.”

“Why don’t you want to go with me?”

“Because.”

...

“Is it because I called you Hermy?”

“No. Well, yes, but no.”

...

“Is it because I took the last copy of Advanced Transfiguration from the Library last week?”

“That was you? No.”

...

“Then what is it Hermy? Why won’t you go with me?”

“Because. Because I... well, just because. That’s why. Just drop it, all right?”

Blaise watched Hermione quickly pack up her stuff, randomly shoving her texts and parchments into her all ready over stuffed bag. Noting a few scraps of paper had fallen to the floor, he bent over to pick them up, mouth opening to call her back as he did.

He closed it a moment later as the words printed stunned him.

Smirking to himself, Blaise watched Hermione leave the library, tucking the scrap of paper she’d left behind into his pocket for safe keeping.

“So. I do make her nervous.”

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