Stay Away From Me ~Blaise Zabini~ (Part 2)

Well thanks for your comments:)
Know what? I LOVE RAIDERS! (not the team) Physical training every morning, using the army's exercises, SO MUCH FUN! :D

PS - - Just realized that Arabella is Mrs. Figg's name! oops. :)

Chapter 1

First Meeting

I woke up early our first day of classes; I was never one to sleep in. I went through my morning routine and went with Hermione down to breakfast. Our first class was Charms with the Slytherins. After a quick meal, Hermione and I left early to get settled for class ("We've still got a half-hour!" Ron had exclaimed.)

Walking into the class, I noticed that we weren't the only ones who wanted to get there early. Two Slytherin boys sat together on one side of the room. Hermione and I took our seats at the front of the class, waiting for Proffessor Flitwick to enter.

Hermione pulled out her copy of "Standard Book of Spells, Grade Four" and began reading over chapter one. I pulled mine out of my book bag and opened it, but got distracted when I overheard the two Slytherins talking.

"... not like she's a Mudblood." One unrecognizable voice said.

"But she's around one all the time!" Another voice that I recognized right away - Malfoy.

"What does that matter?" The other voice asked, irratated.

"Are you kidding? She's a filthy little blood traiter!" Malfoy spat.

"That doesn't matter much to me." The other voice said quietly.

Malfoy snorted. "You're not serious. Just look at her!"

"Exactly. Look at her." The other voice said affectionetly. I was about to turn and see who the other voice was, when Hermione interrupted my train of thought.

"Belle! Are you even listening?" She said loudly, making me jump.

"What? Oh, sorry Hermione. Just lost in thought." I let out a nervous laugh.

Hermione smiled, and pointed to her book. "Look at what we're learning this year!" We dove into conversation and waited for class to begin.
Charms went by quickly, and Flitwick went easy on the homework. As I was packing up my book bag, I noticed something on the back of my copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages." I looked at the back cover and read words that looked like they were burned on:

Meet me in the Room of Requirement, seven o'clock.

After they were read, the words dissapeard. Before I had time to wonder what the helI the Room of Requirement was, Hermione, Ron and Harry were at my side and I was dragged off to Transfiguration.

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"Hey, Hermione?" I called timidly, sitting on my four-poster bed.

Hermione looked up from her homework. "Yeah?"

"What's the Room of Requirement?" I asked. It was already six thirty, and I still had no idea what or where the Room of Requirement was.

She sat quietly on her bed for a second, thinking. "I've heard that name before..." She rifled through her book, and after a moment found what she was looking for. "The Room of Requirement is a secret room within Hogwarts that only appears when a person is in great need of it. The room then transforms itself into whatever the witch or wizard needs it to be at that moment in time." She read off.

"So.... any idea where it is?" I asked, getting scared that I'd never find it.

"I think I heard a while ago from Fred and George that it's on the seventh floor." Hermione looked up at me with a questioning look. "Why are you so interested?" She asked.

My face flushed red. "Oh, no reason. Someone left me a note, and I just wanted to see who it was...." I trailed off, my face burning.

Hermione's face brightened, and she said: "Well, why don't we find Fred and George and ask them how to get in."

Fifteen minutes later, I was on my way down the seventh floor corridor, looking for the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. I finally found it and did as Fred and George told me: walk past three times, think about what you need. I thought hard. 'I need to find who wrote me a note.' After three times, a grand door appeared. I opened it cautiously, examining the room.

"Good evening." A voice called. I looked around the room. The ceiling was low, with dim lights. There was a fireplace across from the door, with small table set for two in front of it. One of the chairs was occupied my a handsome and tan young man, who was staring at me intently. "Why don't you have a seat?" He suggested, gesturing to the empty chair across from his own.

I walked across the room and sat down. I looked at the boy across from me. "Zabini." I said, shocked.

"Please, call me Blaise." He smiled. His dark brown eyes were watching me intently.

"Okay... Blaise. Why did you want me to come here?" I asked.

Baise smirked. "Even though my 'friends' are opposed to this, I like you. You're something else, Arabella."

I sat there quietly for a moment or two.

"I figured that you would be in shock. Most girls are when they have the privilage of talking with me." He smiled at me.

"What, I'm supposed to be super happy that Blaise Zabini fancies me?" I shot at him angrily. This guy was so obnoxious!

Blaise looked taken aback, as though I had screamed at him. "Well, I assumed-"

"Assumed what? That just because you're a rich little model's kid I'll like you? That would be pretty shallow of me." I glared at him now. To my suprise, he smiled again and started laughing. "What?" I asked. When he didn't respond, I repeated myself. "What's so funny? Blaise!"

"No, no! Nothing's funny, you're just so cute when you're angry!" My face flushed red. He stopped laughing and looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry if I insulted you."

"No it-it's okay." I blushed more. His smile returned.

"Well, what do you say? Will you be my girlfriend?" Blaise asked, taking my hand in his.

"I, um.... I don't..." I stumbled over my words. His face fell, and his smile was replaced with a worried frown.

"I get it. You don't like me." He said quietly. He stood and dropped my hand, walking towards the door. "I'll see you around."

"Wait, Blaise!" I called, following him to the door. "I didn't mean that I don't like you!"

He whipped around to face me. "Really? You'll go out with me?"

I though for a moment. Oh, what the helI. "Yeah, I will." Hermione was going to kill me.

Blaise's smile returned, making me forget about my friends. He leaned in, cupping my face in his hand. His lips pressed against mine and he wound his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck. God, he was an amazing kisser! After too short of a moment, we broke apart.

"I'll see you around, Arabella." Blaise said, letting me go.

"Belle." I said as he turned to the door.

"I'm sorry?"

"Call me Belle." I said, smiling.

Blaise smiled back. "Goodnight, Belle."


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