Expression unchanged, Hermione dropped the Prophet back on his bed, turned, and walked out of his room without another word. With a sigh, Blaise tipped his head back against the headboard, eyes closed. She might not be his, but at least she wasn't anyone else's, either. He allowed himself another moment to wallow, cursing himself soundly for catching feelings for Hermione Granger, of all fucking people, before heaving himself out of bed, aiming for the shower.