Stay Away From Me ~Blaise Zabini~ Part 5

The rain splashed all around me, and I heard Blaise calling out next to me. The dizziness was growing, it was getting harder and harder to breath.

"Longbottom!" Blaise yelled. I heard something splashing through the mud toward us.

"What happened?" Neville's voice exclaimed.

"I don't know, I don't know! We were running and she just... she just collapsed." Blaise's voice cracked.

"C'mon, we can carry her to the hospital wing." Neville said, closer now. I felt myself being lifted up, the rain still splashing against my skin. Then everything went black and I was falling through the cold darkness.

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I was lying on something soft. My clothes were dry, as was my hair, and it wasn't raining, wherever I was. My head was clear, the dizziness had faded. I could breath, but only a little, my breaths were still shallow.

I opened my eyes slowing, taking in the scene in front of me; I was lying on a bed in the hospital wing. To my left, Blaise held his face in his hands, leaning on the bed. He was covered in mud. Hermione sat to my right, her face tense, big bags under her eyes. Ron sat next to her, grasping her hand. Harry was sitting next to Blaise, glaring at the floor. Neville sat at the foot of my bed, looking around nervously. He, too, was covered in mud.

I lifted my hand, placing it on Blaise's arm. His head snapped up instantly. He also had bags under his bloodshot eyes. "Hey." I said quietly, causing everyone around the bed to jump.

Blaise took my hand, grasping it tightly. "Hey." He said weakly.

Hermione, unable to contain herself, jumped up and hugged me tightly. Relief flooded Harry and Ron's faces. Neville beamed.

"How do you feel?" Blaise asked after Hermione released me.

"Fine. What happened?" I asked lightly, but Hermione suddenly looked frightened, and Blaise's eyes hardened.

"Someone cursed you. It took Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey all night to figure out what it was. Blaise and Neville carried you in." Hermione explained.

"Hermione saw us carrying you in and ran ahead to find Dumbledore." Neville said'

"How long have I been here?" I asked, sitting up.

"Around eighteen hours. Blaise never left your side." Hermione said, giving Blaise a smile of approval. "Dumbledore said I could bring these two after you were healed." She nodded towards Ron and Harry, who had remained silent the whole time.

"Oh." was all I said.

Blaise squeezed my hand, smiling warmly at me. "It's okay, Belle. We've reconciled."

I looked from Harry to Ron, both of whom nodded feebly.

"Turns out Zab-- er, Blaise, isn't too bad a guy." Ron said.

Blaise smiled at Ron, which he returned half-heartedly. Harry, however, smiled at him.

"I guess not all you Slytherins are so bad." He said.

"Thanks, Po-- Harry that means a lot. And I suppose I approve of Gryffindors, considering all of you lot are so prepared to help Belle."

I started to laugh, but stop quickly when I lost my breath and started coughing. Blaise tried to get me to lean back but I refused, at which point Madam Pomfrey entered.

"Out, all of you out!" She barked. My friends all bid their goodbyes, and Blaise gave me a small kiss before leaving. "Now," Madam Pomfrey said once they were all gone, "do you have any idea who would want to kill you?"

I thought for a moment. "No. I'm a pretty pleasent person." I said finally.

"Strange. Very strange." Madam Pomfret murmered.

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The next afternoon I was allowed to leave the hospital wing. Blaise was waiting for me just outside the door, pacing impatiently; Madam Pomfrey had kicked him out after an hour long visit, and wouldn't let him back in.

I walked to his side, taking his hand. "Hey." I smiled.

"Hey. You're breathing alright now, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, just fine, why would you-" He cut me off with a kiss, smashing his lips to mine. He wound his arms tightly around me waist, almost lifting me off the floor. After a long minute, he released me.

"Sorry." He said. "I just haven't kissed you in a while."

I laughed, giving him a hug. "Come on, let's go to lunch." I said, taking his hand again.

Aiiight. Not that much romance, sorry. But I'm trying to figure out who would want to curse Belle. Suggestions would be very much appreciated.