Well this would be my first Blaise/Hermione fic so tell me what you think! (I'm normally a D/Hr writer)

Disclaimer: I only own the plot, nothing more nothing less

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Hermione Granger's POV

The rain poured down heavily on the late night of September second, the second day of school. I walked outside into the rain and took in the heavenly scent. For what I could see no one else was out. My knee length black skirt and white t-shirt were already soaked through.

As I walked farther I saw a boy who looked to be in the seventh year like me. He had black hair with short spikes and was wearing (for what I could see) black cargo pants with a silver chain, a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. His white VANS showed up well against all the black. His skin had a nice tan color to it, course it was hard to tell in the darkness of the storm and night. He was lying down on the grass, hands behind his head and legs stretched out with his ankles crossed, with his eyes closed.

I walked a little closer to him and then laid down; we had a couple of feet between us. I closed my eyes and the rain splattered down on my face. Before I could relax however, a deep, rather calming voice spoke to me making me jump ever so slightly.

"You're going to get sick you know. You should have at least a jacket on." I opened my eyes and looked to my right. I saw the boy look at me with grayish-green eyes. "I thought you were supposed to be Hermione Granger, smartest girl in school."

"Oh, um ya. I wouldn't say I'm the smartest girl in school..." The boy smiled at me and nodded at me to signal that yes I am making me blush. "You're too kind."

The boy chuckled, "It's true, though. You're smart, kind, beautiful and just a wonderful person." The boy sat up and took his jacket off. "Here take my jacket." He handed it to me, though I didn't take it. "I'm Zabini, by the way, Blaise Zabini." He held his hand out to shake but I didn't accept it.

"Oh... Zabini... a Slytherin. Um... I should go..." I got up and started walking away, but a hand grabbed my arm before I could get far and I turned around to see Blaise. I tried to get out of his hold, but he was too strong.

"Please stay. I promise I'm not like most of the Slytherins. I'm just sly, cunning and sexy... I guess I'm arrogant too." I laughed and then shivered. "Take my jacket. I don't need it." It was then that I suddenly noticed his Italian accent, an accent I always did like. I took his jacket and put it on.

"Thank you, Zabini... Blaise." I bit my bottom lip and then continued. "I have to know. Are you Italian?" Blaise laughed at my question which made me blush. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question." He put a strong, wet arm around my shoulders and led me back to the castle.

"No, it's not a stupid question. Ya I'm Italian. I live in Italy and all that good stuff. My family owns a cafe, restaurant, pub and hotel there. Of course it's all for the magical community. Only people with magic in them can see these. Of course because we own so much we own a large estate." We reached just in front of the doors to enter the school.

"I must know why you're being so nice to me. I mean isn't your father a deatheater? I'm a muggle born, you're a pureblood, why are you so nice?" I gave him a questioning look and then stepped back because he looked angry.

"Blood… ugh I hate that! Look Hermione, I don't care about blood. As for my father being a deatheater, ya he is, but I'm not going to be. Like Draco, I don't want to become a deatheater." His expression softened. "Hermione, I'm nice to you because I like you. All through school I've sat in the shadows and watched you. I've watched you just beat me in every class. I've watched you mature into the gorgeous young lady in front of me. I've watched you laugh, cry, talk and fight with Potter and Weasley. I watched you date Ron Weasley for a short period of time with jealousy boiling inside of me. Hermione, you're all I've ever wanted and so much more." Blaise said to me. He took a step towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "I just hope that some day you'll feel the same for me."

I listened as he poured his heart out to me. A single tear ran down my cheek which he quickly wiped away with his thumb gently. He seemed so sweet. "Maybe one day I will, but well… this is all too fast." I took his jacket off and handed it to him. I sprinted back into the castle leaving a dazed Blaise Zabini behind.