Chapter Forty Nine
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It was a lovely thing, Hermione thought as she smiled down at the several small adolescents that she in charge of, to be able to show prospective pupils around the college. It was a glorious early summer afternoon and Hermione really couldn’t think of anything more pleasant to be doing.
“Right, let’s get this bloody business over with a.s.a.p., I’ve got a rugby match Terry’s convinced me to play in.”
Hermione, recognising the speakers voice, looked up quickly and groaned. “Oh no. No, no ,no. you’re kidding me. You’re actually kidding me. I have to show these people around with you as my partner, Zabini?”
“Now, now ‘Mione,” Blaise said amiably, and Hermione glared at him. Only Ron got away with calling her ‘Mione’. “Let’s try to be friendly eh? I mean, you seemed to like me well enough when you had your tongue shoved down my throat.”
“Blaise,” she hissed putting her hands on her hips and turning slightly away from the group of somewhat hyper 15 and 16 year olds. “These people have come to get a college tour; I highly doubt they want to hear about your complete lack of love life.”
“We saw you,” piped up the smallest of the visitors, who barely came up to Blaise’s shoulder.
“Excuse me?” Hermione said as politely as possible, turning back to face the girl.
“We saw him come into your maths class with a message when we were being shown round this morning. And you…” Hermione watched as the girl flushed a violent shade of pink and whispered the next two words. “You snogged.”
“Is ‘e your boyfriend then?” a tall gangly boy said with a wide grin which only slide off his face when Blaise glared at him.
“No he jolly well is not,” Hermione said quickly. “He’s a complete sleaze who thinks it is entirely appropriate to debauch innocent girls in the middle of their A level studies, when it is entirely not appropriate. You’ll find a lot of them at college.” Hermione turned back to the girl. “And the one’s you find that are nice will most probably be gay. “
“There’s gay’s at the college?” one boy asked, wide-eyed.
“Yes, one of my closest friends happens to be. And Zabini’s best friend is.”
“Well technically,” Blaise interrupted, “he’s ‘experimenting’.” Blaise made quotations marks with his fingers. “But really he’s been smitten with Finnigan ever since first year. “
“Really,” Hermione said, sounding interested. “I must tell Seamus. But anyway, this particular sleaze,” she made a small jerk over her shoulder, “is going to be dealt with and punished in due time.”
There were grins all round as Hermione finally lead them off on the tour. A couple visitors made whip motions and one even went as far as to mutter; “Owned.”
“Yeah and he’ll enjoy every minute of it,” Blaise said with a grin to the floor, setting off at the rear of the group.
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It was a lovely thing, Hermione thought as she smiled down at the several small adolescents that she in charge of, to be able to show prospective pupils around the college. It was a glorious early summer afternoon and Hermione really couldn’t think of anything more pleasant to be doing.
“Right, let’s get this bloody business over with a.s.a.p., I’ve got a rugby match Terry’s convinced me to play in.”
Hermione, recognising the speakers voice, looked up quickly and groaned. “Oh no. No, no ,no. you’re kidding me. You’re actually kidding me. I have to show these people around with you as my partner, Zabini?”
“Now, now ‘Mione,” Blaise said amiably, and Hermione glared at him. Only Ron got away with calling her ‘Mione’. “Let’s try to be friendly eh? I mean, you seemed to like me well enough when you had your tongue shoved down my throat.”
“Blaise,” she hissed putting her hands on her hips and turning slightly away from the group of somewhat hyper 15 and 16 year olds. “These people have come to get a college tour; I highly doubt they want to hear about your complete lack of love life.”
“We saw you,” piped up the smallest of the visitors, who barely came up to Blaise’s shoulder.
“Excuse me?” Hermione said as politely as possible, turning back to face the girl.
“We saw him come into your maths class with a message when we were being shown round this morning. And you…” Hermione watched as the girl flushed a violent shade of pink and whispered the next two words. “You snogged.”
“Is ‘e your boyfriend then?” a tall gangly boy said with a wide grin which only slide off his face when Blaise glared at him.
“No he jolly well is not,” Hermione said quickly. “He’s a complete sleaze who thinks it is entirely appropriate to debauch innocent girls in the middle of their A level studies, when it is entirely not appropriate. You’ll find a lot of them at college.” Hermione turned back to the girl. “And the one’s you find that are nice will most probably be gay. “
“There’s gay’s at the college?” one boy asked, wide-eyed.
“Yes, one of my closest friends happens to be. And Zabini’s best friend is.”
“Well technically,” Blaise interrupted, “he’s ‘experimenting’.” Blaise made quotations marks with his fingers. “But really he’s been smitten with Finnigan ever since first year. “
“Really,” Hermione said, sounding interested. “I must tell Seamus. But anyway, this particular sleaze,” she made a small jerk over her shoulder, “is going to be dealt with and punished in due time.”
There were grins all round as Hermione finally lead them off on the tour. A couple visitors made whip motions and one even went as far as to mutter; “Owned.”
“Yeah and he’ll enjoy every minute of it,” Blaise said with a grin to the floor, setting off at the rear of the group.
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