Title: Vanilla Sugar, Part II

Author: Fire Goddess

What was his name? For the life of her, Hermione couldn’t remember it at all…it was something different though. Old, it seemed to her, and peculiar. Like him. Who did he think he was, simply walking up to her one day in the library, interrupting her studies and kissing her? It made no sense at all, if you asked her.

She slid a glance at him out of the corner of her eyes. He was a tall one, with the lanky build of a brawler who’d come out of the wrong side of the fight. She rather had a fondness for tall men. He was wide of shoulder and narrow of hips, with a head of dark raven curls that just begged to be touched. His eyes, though, were different – one blue and one green. They seemed to suit his rich complexion.

The after-math of The Kiss had her puzzled, though. Just as soon as it had begun, it ended, leaving her standing there more than a little speechless. It wasn’t the act she had minded so much – it was rumored that he was a very good kisser, and if that was any sort of preview… well, never mind – but it was how he acted now. As if it had never happened.

But it did.

She had proof. Her best friend Harry had walked in at just that moment and saw the whole thing. To say he was outraged was an understatement. Livid would have been a more accurate description. What was she thinking, even being in the same room as him? His kind could get her into trouble, he said, and in more than just one way.

Yes, he knew she could take care of herself, but she should be careful all the same...you never could tell what They were thinking, Harry said. It was like a lament he repeated over and over again more to convince himself than to her.

How could she have forgotten his name? Absently, Hermione pulled out her lip-gloss – the same she had applied to her lips on The Day.

“If you put that on, you’ll have to suffer the consequences.” Jumping at the sound of his voice, Hermione looked over at the boy, startled.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. If you put that on, I’m not to be held accountable for my actions.” His voice was deep and raspy, just barely audible.

Shrugging, Hermione uncapped the clear tube of vanilla lip-gloss and slid it across her lips.

And barely had time to put away the gloss before his lips descended upon hers once more.

He looked up, eyes sparkling mischievously, “Vanilla. I am obsessed with three things in life: coffee, vanilla and women. In that order. I told you I couldn’t be held accountable for my actions.” He sat back in his seat, and leaned his head back, absently licking his lips before closing his eyes, seeming to be asleep.

Bastard.

Blaise Zabini, Hermione thought sourly. That was his name.

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