AN: Okay this is my first Harry Potter fanfic I ever started writing, but was not the first published. I think it's weird this shipping is the one I decided to write first when I very much enjoy reading Dramione the most.

BTW: I'm splitting the first chapter into two parts since I wrote it over 3000 words. Chapter 1 part 2 should be up the following day :)

Well hope ya'll like it! Enjoy!

Happy Reading!

CHAPTER ONE: Arguing (Part 1)

Hermione sat in the shared common room and tried with all her strength to focus on her work in front of her, but she just…couldn't! Not with that insufferable, intolerable noise interrupting her concentration.

Hermione tried to continually ignore it but she genuinely needed complete silence. She had an important test to study for.

"Blaise, will you please stop that God-Awful racket! How am I suppose to process and absorb information with you banging your pencil onto the table?" Hermione snapped, as she sat at the long coffee table across from Blaise, which was placed in the center of the common room.

Blaise had been reading a book while tapping his pencil, which he had no use for, Hermione noted.

Blaise looked up from his book and let out a glare towards Hermione.

"Well Miss Got-to Have-it-My-Way, I'm not banging my pencil, I'm tapping it; it's hardly making any noise, I think you've fallen into a pit of ultimate paranoia that you won't get enough studying done unless you can stop the whole castle from breathing." Blaise said facetiously, with an eye roll.

Hermione just shot him a nasty look and straightened her posture and continued to study.

"I can't believe I have to share a common room with you." Hermione mumbled quietly to herself, but Blaise had ears like a bat so it was heard.

"What was that?" Blaise gritted through his teeth, though he heard her loud and clear.

Hermione just looked up from her Muggle Studies book and gave Blaise an innocent look.

"Whatever are you on about?" Hermione asked innocently, while cocking her head to the side.

Blaise just stared at her long and hard, as Hermione matched his stare. She knew what he was doing. He was challenging her. He always did. Hermione sometimes took times like these to openly admire Blaise's physical features, but discreetly of course. Even though he was bothersome and annoying…he was incredibly handsome. Hermione sometimes looked at that as a bright side to their current…er predicament.

Blaise had dark raven hair that he kept long, but not reaching his shoulders. He was tanned naturally, with a golden, olive complexion. He had the bluest eyes Hermione had ever seen. It irked her at times. They seemed to strip down her very being when they were embedded into her own eyes.

Hermione continued on staring, seconds from looking away in the intense moment. Not wanting to give up, Hermione lifted a single challenging groomed eyebrow at Blaise. Blaise saw this and smirked slightly like the Slytherin he was in and out. He broke eye contact first, letting Hermione consume her silent victory with pride.

With that, Blaise stood and stretched. Looking at his watch, he noticed it read 1:00am.

"Granger, bed now. I think you could use some beauty rest." He said bluntly. Hermione looked up appalled at such language spoken toward her.

"I beg your pardon, you do not speak to me like some family pet." She said sternly.

Blaise just rolled her eyes and ignored her. Blaise began to tread up the stairs, but Hermione would have none of that and followed him out of their shared common room and up the stairs.

"Swear you Slytherin pretty boys are all so obsessed with looks. Just because you're good looking doesn't mean you get to put down others. Imagine my surprise when I realized you were intelligent enough to be Head Boy and not just a pretty face."

Blaise turned around sharply at the top of the stairs, Hermione nearly colliding with him, but catching the rail so she didn't fall backwards.

"So you like the way I look?" He asked innocently but with a devilish look in his eyes.

"What…I…that's not…" Hermione tried to explain but she was at a loss for words. She hated it because the more she stalled the wider his grin got.

Not knowing any to say Hermione just scowled at the fact he put her in this awkward position and said the one thing that came to mind.

"I despise you."

Blaise just sighed in feign disappointment. "That's a shame, this could have blossomed into a new relationship, Granger." He stated with clear mockery in his voice. He turned and walked into the room.

"Why do you keep you calling me Granger? You know very well that it's kind of…not the same now." She said trying to find the right words as she continued to walk after him into the bedroom.

"Old habits die hard." He said bluntly yet icily as he took off his Slytherin robes and his tie while blatantly tossed them on the floor.

"Well, I call you 'Blaise' and you should make more of an effort in calling me 'Hermione.'" Hermione stated, as Blaise wasn't really listening. He unbuttoned his shirt and proceeded to throw that on the floor too.

"And could you PLEASE make the effort of being tidy! You're constantly always tossing you're belongings here and there, having no respect for me, your roommate." Hermione scolded, as she picked up his items of clothing he was tossing on the floor and putting them in the hamper.

"Oh is that what your calling yourself nowadays." Blaise said smugly as he proceeded in unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Hermione now took noticed that he was actually undressing in front of her. She had been too preoccupied to take notice before.

"What are you doing?" Hermione demanded, rather than asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Blaise looked at her as if she were stupid, looking as he stood in his black silk boxers. "What does it look like?" he said as he reached for the hem of his boxers.

Hermione's eyes became wide momentarily realizing what he was about to do, so she shut them tight just in time, as Blaise boxers hit the floor.

Blaise looked at her smirking, crossing the room over to her. Hermione knew he was now standing in front of her and she could feel her cheeks heating up.

"I'm going to take a shower, so I kind of need to take off my cloths for that." Blaise said slowly as if talking to a child.

"Okay whatever just leave already." Hermione said hastily as she still held her eyes close. Hermione knew Blaise only undressed right in front of her because he knew it would get to her. And so it had.

"Oh the Head Girl actually blushes." Blaise said with obvious amusement in his voice.

"It's nice to know that you feel comfortable being stark naked in the middle of the room, but please, just go take your shower." She pleaded.

"Sure you don't want to join me in there this time Granger?" He said. Hermione could almost see the smirk on his face.

"Stop smirking, I know you are. And stop calling me Granger, call me Hermione." She commanded.

"Whatever Granger." He said. Hermione heard him walk away and also felt the absence of body heat.

Once she heard the bathroom door close she peeked her eyes open and made sure he was really gone. Once she saw he was she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Ass." She mumbled at the bathroom door as she turned around and walked downstairs to finish studying. "Yea, he defiantly hangs out with Malfoy way too much."

AN: What'd you think! Let me know! If you're confused that's good you should be. All will be explained in part 2…well you'll get an explanation. ;)