Title: Healing Hermione

Author: Kassandra Ramsey

Rating: R

Pairings: Hermione/Blaise

A/N: Would anybody be offended if I stuck some Harry/Draco in? I've never tried to write any slash before, and I'd like to try now.

Chapter 2

"Good morning."

Blaise awoke to Snape's rather loud voice in his ear.

He winced as he felt his muscles protesting movement after sleeping in a chair with his head on Madam Pomfrey's desk.

He yawned and ran a hand over his face.

He stood up, suddenly remembering why he had spent the night in the infirmary. His eyes sought out Hermione, and he was relieved to see the steady rise and fall of her chest.

Blaise looked over at the clock. He'd slept for thirty minutes, what if she'd had stopped breathing?

Professor Snape watched as annoyance, fear, relief, and finally anger passed over his student's face.

"She's all right Zabini. But it's a good thing I got here early."

"Why?"

Snape gave him pointed look.

"I doubt Hermione's parent's would appreciate seeing a half-naked teenage boy attending their daughter. Especially when she happens to be wearing his shirt."

Blaise tried not to blush, but failed.

"She wanted something to wear, and I couldn't leave to get her anything. That was all I had."

Snape smirked at him.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, but you've only got about an hour before her parents, Potter, and probably all of the Weasleys will be here. It might be wise to get dressed, and possibly find something else for her to wear."

"You'll watch her?"

Snape sighed tiredly and then nodded.

Blaise hurried out the door

He reached his summer room, and quickly stripped off his pants on the way to the bathroom. He took a three-minute shower, and then started searching for something to wear. Hermione's parents should be bringing her clothes with them, but Professor Snape was right about getting her out of his blood-encrusted shirt. Potter and Weasley wold probably kill him on sight of they saw that.

He finally decided on a black t-shirt with the words, 'Got Coffee?' printed in white on the front, and a pair of plain black cotton boxers for her. He slipped on a clean pair of jeans, and a navy dress shirt. He studied his reflection in the mirror, and decided to wear his pale-green medical robes. He added the new reading glasses he'd purchased from the bookstore last week as a final touch. Now that he looked older and more professional, he grabbed the bundle of clothes for Hermione and made his way to the kitchen.

Hermione had awoken to find Professor Snape fast asleep in the chair beside her bed. This was a little disconcerting, but she'd decided she'd rather have him there than Blaise. At least she knew what side Professor Snape was on.

She had seen Blaise almost every time she had come to the infirmary last year. He always watched as she downed the potions Poppy had given her, but he never said a word. In fact, Hermione had never even heard the guy speak at all until last night.

All she really knew about him was that he was a Syltherin and an apprentice to Madame Pomfrey. Apparently Poppy had not been available last night, and so he'd had to heal her himself. She swallowed and was pleased to find that she felt no more pain in her throat. He'd done a good job. If only he hadn't stared at her chest like that. That had made her not want to trust him.

Draco saving her last night had been another shock. She'd heard from Harry that Draco had switched sides, but part of her hadn't really believed it.

She tried to sit up, but was just too weak to manage it. She sent a glance toward Snape to make sure he was still asleep, and looked down the neck of the t-shirt. There were no cuts or bruises left from where she'd been hooked up to the monitors at the muggle hospital. Blaise must have healed all of her.

She blushed.

Blaise must have seen all of her.

She looked down at the Slytherin emblem on Blaise's shirt, and began scratching off some of the dried blood. He'd seen her completely naked, and he hadn't teased her at all. He'd given her the shirt off his back just so she'd feel more comfortable.

A small smile crossed Hermione's lips as she remembered watching him remove his shirt. He had been a lot more muscular than she had thought, not that she'd ever given it much thought. Blaise was always studying, she never saw him doing any kind of physical activity, but he was more built than Harry, and that was saying something.

He appeared suddenly, smirking at the sleeping professor. He was carrying a tray of toast, juice and coffee, and had a bundle of clothing stuck under one arm.

He was wearing green medical robes, and had a pair of glasses perched on his nose. His jet black hair was slightly damp from his shower.

He set the breakfast on the table beside her bed, and then deliberately knocked an empty potion bottle to the floor that shattered loudly.

Hermione couldn't stop her giggle as Snape jumped to his feet, and began looking around him wildly.

"Sorry Professor," Blaise said, not sorry at all.

Professor Snape glared at him.

"If you are no longer in need of my services, I'll retire to my rooms," he said, with as much dignity as he could muster, and glided out of the room.

Hermione and Blaise looked at each other, and then started laughing.

Unfortunately, this caused Hermione to start gasping for breath again.

As soon as Blaise realized that she was in distress, he lifted her from underneath her arms and pulled her to a sitting position. Immediately Hermione could feel more air rush into her lungs.

He leaned her against his chest and held her there with one arm while the other searched for his wand in the pocket of his robes.

Hermione's heart started to beat faster at being in such close proximity to him. If she'd been stronger, she might have wrapped her arms around him. As it was, she had to completely depend on him to keep her upright, her hands weakly clutching at the front of his robes.

She inhaled deeply. He smelled really good. Guys weren't supposed to smell and feel this good. Harry and Ron sure didn't.

Blaise finally got his wand out and was able to summon pillows from across the room.

He propped her up high and made sure she was breathing okay, before turning to grab the clothes he'd brought for her.

Hermione glared at him, and tried to lean away from him.

"Oh, no you don't. There's no way I'm letting Potter and Weasley see you in that shirt. Especially with the blood on it."

"I will not allow you to undress me," she snapped at him, although she was so weak it came out as a whisper.

"Come on, I've already seen it all anyway. Why are you being so difficult?"

Hermione turned her head away from him, a tear slipping down her cheek. She had never been so mortified in her life.

"Hermione, don't cry. It will only make breathing more difficult. Here, maybe we can do this without me seeing anything."

Blaise was a sucker for crying women. That's how his little sisters had him wrapped around their fingers.

"How?" she asked, suspiciously.

He thought for a minute, then reached down and grabbed the sheet. He stuffed it up the loose shirt she was wearing, over her breasts, and tucked it under her arms. She was able to pull her arms inside the shirt through the sleeves. He then gently tugged the soiled shirt over her head, the sheet blocking his view of her body.

It was easy to slip the new shirt over her head and pull the sheet out.

He was feeling very proud of himself for his ingenuity.

Then he picked up the boxers, and she was glaring at him again.

He sighed, but quickly pulled the sheet away from her, and started sliding them up her legs. Her long, smooth, tan legs.

Once he got them past her knees, he caught her gaze and held it while he yanked them the rest of the way up.

It felt so intimate for him to be looking at her that intently, that she almost wished he was looking at her legs again.

He sat back and grinned at her, very pleased with himself.

She gave him a small smile, and then closed her eyes.

"Don't sleep yet. You need to eat something first," he said prodding her gently.

She watched him pick up a piece of toast from the plate, tear off a small piece, and hold it up to her mouth.

"I'm sorry, but toast is the only thing I know how to make."

"Why didn't the house elves make something?"

He chuckled, and looked at her mischievously.

"It seems that they finally took your advice and went on holiday this week."

"Well, it's about time," she said, smiling in satisfaction.

He held up the bread again.

Though she wasn't very hungry, she found herself automatically opening her mouth for him.

He pushed the piece of toast past her lips, and her tongue flicked across his finger. He shuddered.

"I really need sleep," he muttered to himself before tearing off another bite.

She ate two full pieces of toast, before refusing to open her mouth again.

He awkwardly got her to drink a little juice. He spilled some of it, but she got it down without choking so he considered it a success.

Hermione was exhausted after her breakfast, and had just closed her eyes when she felt something warm and wet on her face.

Her eyes opened again to find him, wiping her down with a warm wash cloth. After he finished her face, he started on her arms. That was the last thing she remembered before falling asleep again.

After she'd fallen asleep, he brushed her hair back from her face, and felt a tenderness for her wash over him.

He leaned forward and touched his lips to her forehead. Then backed away quickly, and sat himself at Poppy's desk.

The sound of running feet made him turn toward the door. Harry and Ron rushed in looking frightened and worried.

He quickly moved to intercept them and put a finger to his lips.

He motioned to the bed where Hermione was sleeping peacefully, and indicated that they should follow him to the other side of the room.

They both looked her over real good, before walking over to him.

"She needs her rest; it was a pretty bad night," he said, quietly.

At first the two boys were shocked at hearing him speak.

Harry recovered first.

"What are you doing here? Where's Poppy?" he demanded in a loud whisper.

"Mr. Zabini is in charge of the infirmary while Poppy is on holiday," Dumbledore said coming up behind them.

He was closely followed by Molly Weasley, and a couple who had to be the Grangers.

Suddenly ignoring everyone else, he walked straight over to them and held out his hand.

Blaise introduced himself, and then began explaining everything her knew about Hermione's condition, and the wounds he'd healed the night before. They had several questions for him, as they were muggles, but he was patient and answered each one as thoroughly as he could.

Finally Hermione's mother threw her arms around him and said, "Thank you for saving my baby's life."

He blushed, and patted her back awkwardly.

Blaise turned to Molly and gave her basic instructions on what to do when Hermione awoke. He was glad she was there, since Hermione would probably need to use the bathroom when she woke up, and that was not something that he'd wanted to deal with.

He then turned to Harry and Ron, and told them where his room was should he be needed.

"I'm going to try and catch up on some sleep myself," he commented.

He turned back to observe his patient one more time before leaving the room.

Molly had conjured up chairs for everyone, and they were all being quiet.

Hermione was in good hands, he decided, and then headed off to bed.

End Part 2

Gratuities:

Damia: Thank you, I'm new to Hermione/Blaise, but I'm really enjoying it.

. .: Thank you, I completely agree.

Naughtygrl: Thanks, I'll try to hurry.

GrapeStarburst: Thank you! I'll update ASAP.

Entrancer: Thank you for pointing out the ennervate mistake. I had intended to go back and look it up, but I forgot. I will fix it soon, I promise.

I agree with you about Blaise being a boy. JKR has said that he is a boy, and when I see stories with him as a girl, they irritate the hell out of me.

I have never heard that Blaise was French. I mean, Zabini sounds Italian or Russian to me. Anyway, I doubt I'll write much about his background.

Thanks for the review!

JeanB: Thank you! I'm so glad that you're enjoying it! I'll do my best to update soon.