"Fine. I would like to have a private conversation with Draco. Please leave." Hermione said. Blaise saluted, "your wish is my command." And he left. Hermione took a deep breath and let it out slowly, mirroring Draco's posture, face in her hands, elbows on knees. The decision she had just made scared her a bit, but what else was there to be done? They were friends, she was attracted to him, he liked her well enough to put up with Blaise's teasing. 