Chapter One
THIS FANFIC HAS SPOILERS FOR HBP! PLEASE DON'T READ IT IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED HBP!
THIS FANFIC HAS SPOILERS FOR HBP! PLEASE DON'T READ IT IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED HBP!
THIS FANFIC HAS SPOILERS FOR HBP! PLEASE DON'T READ IT IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED HBP!
Author's Note: This story can also be viewed at http/ my website. But since I don't get that man hits there, I thought would would be a good setup, also with the ability to get reviews. I know I deleted Foolish Heart, and parts of that are still up on my website, but that story just wasn't working for me, I don't know. Anyway, i hope you like this, it's a bit different from anything I've written in the past, and a bit of complicated things, and trying to find someone that you really love, and they love you back. So here we go. There a few things in the story, well, like maybe Blaise wouldn't be the head boy, because he was never a prefect, or little things like that, but I think that's how I wanted to make them work in my story. And I would really appricate your reviews.
But your eyes look away
It's so hard to be someone
Strung out from today
And all that you knew slips away
-Goo Goo Dolls, All Eyes On Me
"Miss Hermione Granger, of Gryffindor" Mcgonagall had announced, "is your new Head girl this year." Hermione beamed, as Ron and Harry cheered the loudest. The Gryffindors roared with excitement, as the Slytherins seemed rather like they were annoyed someone muggle born had became Head girl. Pansy Parkinson had been furious for a long time that Hermione had became head girl, and not her.
"I can't believe that Mudblood was made Head girl." Pansy mumbled shaking her head, leaning on Draco's shoulder. Blaise Zabini looked up, and shrugged.
"I know she's a mudblood, but that girl is actually pretty smart." Blaise said, blinking his dark eyes.
"Smart, ha, sure." Draco added, "She's a know-it-all, she always has to be better than everyone. It gets rather annoying." He replied, leaning back in his chair.
"That's great, Hermione." Ron said with a smile on his face, "I mean, Head Girl. It would have been nice I've gotten head boy right? Well, Mum would have went crazy. I wasn't expecting it anyway. But everyone knew you would be head girl."
"Cool, Hermione. I always guessed you'd be head girl." Parvati said pushing her shimmering black hair out of her face.
"Thanks." Hermione said, trying to look modest, though she was feeling a great deal of Pride for herself. "I mean, I'm really, really honored, anyway."
"Hey, who's head boy anyway?" Harry said. "Malfoy, right?" Hermione gave him a puzzled expression.
"I knew it! Malfoy is not better than me!" Ron stormed.
"Ron, relax. Of course Malfoy isn't better than you." Hermione stated, Ron looked flattered. "Really, I was surprised though, to see Blaise Zabini as Headboy."
"Zabini? That black-haired kid Malfoy and Pansy are always hanging around?" Ron exclaimed, "He's BETTER than me? Well, I suppose maybe his grades could be better...in potions, I guess, I mean..."
"RON!" Hermione shrieked, "Really, now, Blaise hasn't even been a prefect- but I guess he is better suited for head boy than Malfoy, you know?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't even really know what Zabini's like, actually. I haven't seen much of him , when he's bugging us, he's usually in the background with his mouth shut."
Hermione nodded in agreement, as Mcgonnagal went on with her speech, "I am very aware that this year is going to be different. Different, very different, and you all know why, I'm sure? Well, as you all know, I am extremely saddened to announce the fact that your former headmaster, Albus Dumbledore has passed away, and moving on, after a lot of debating, and being reluctant to this, I am the new headmistress. In fact, now that Professor Serverus Snape is no longer a teacher here, we have some new teachers."
Many of the students looked teary eyed. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson all turned to each other rolling their eyes. "And I'd appreciate your respect." McGonnagal said, looking towards the Slytherins. "And I'd like to introduce you all to are two new teachers. Fleur Delaclour, which many of you may recongize, Mr.Weasley, am I right?" McGonnagal said looking towards Ron. Ron turned rather red, remembering his older brother was married to his teacher. He shook his head, wondering how that would turn out. Your teacher, married to your brother?
Hermione's eyes wandering, shaking her head, "She's a teacher here?"
"She will be your new Potions teacher. She may be a lot different than Serveus Snape, but we assure you, she is up to the job." McGonnagal countined. "And I'm also honored to announce, Proffesor Keigwin, teaching Defense Agansit the Dark Arts." A handosome man stood up, though he didn't appear to be the lockhart-type, meaning he seemed to be pretty modest. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black, and his eyes were a shimmering blue.
"He's a Professor? He looks way too young to be a Professor." Hermione exclaimed crossing her arms.
"Please tell me he isn't going to be like another Lockhart." Ron said burying his head in his hands.
"Oh, Ron, please. He's a lot of different from Lockhart." Hermione said, her eyes slightly glittering. Ron just rolled his eyes, as he turned away.
"I wonder how his lessons are going to be." Ron mumbled under his breath, "Better not be like Lockhart's lessons. Totally pointless. And outlined in little hearts, Hermione." He added with a whisper.
Hermione's cheeks turned a rather rosy color, as she looked up, "Real funny, Ronald. That was second year!"
Later, in the Slytherin Common room, Draco Malfoy, with his slicked back blonde hair was sitting comfortably on a green colored couch, with soft coushins. Close next to him, Pansy Parkison, the Daily Prophet newspaper resting on her lap. Blaise Zabini, on a nearby armchair leaned his head back on the chair. Draco and Pansy were always two good friends of his, but now things were kind of different, that Pansy was his girlfriend.
It's not that he wanted Pansy to be his girlfriend, nothing, nothing at all in any way like that. It's just sometimes he felt left out, because their friendship used to be so different. He glanced at the pair, sitting there, laughing and smiling. Now, wouldn't it be good to have someone to laugh and smile with like that? Sure, he'd had girlfriends before. However, they all ended up just liking Blaise for his looks. And his looks, only. Sure, he was pretty popular with the girls, next to Draco Malfoy, who, anyway was already taken.
But, no, he just girls randomly flirting, twirling their hair, and giggling around him, swarming around him at times. But he didn't really appreciate the fact that girls just liked him for his looks. He was more than that, it's just that no one really knew that.
The next morning, after breakfast, the two groups of Seventh years, the Gryffindors and Slytherins, were all headed to their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons, with Proffesor Keigwin.
"He's so dreamy, isn't he?" Parvati giggled as she walked by, with the blonde-haired Lavander at her side.
"Keigwin? I know!" Lavander replied, a smile on her face that wasn't disappearing.
He was rather cute, Hermione thought to herself as she took a seat down in the classroom. She sat next to Seamus, letting and Harry and Ron sit at the table next to her. Seamus didn't seem to acknowledge she had sat down. Pulling out her quill, she looked up at Keigwin.
He stood up, his wand in his left hand, "Well, I'd like to welcome all of you to your first Defense Agansit the Dark Arts class with me. I think I'm a fairly easy, teacher, no?" He smiled, making most of the girls in the class blush.
Parvati let out a loud squeal, as Keigwin turned to her and laughed. "It is kind of weird teaching this class, realizing that I'm only a year older than most of you. I just graduated from Durmstrang, and I have always been rather of fond of Hogwarts. You know, I read Hogwarts a History, and, really, that is a rather interesting book. Any of you read that?"
Hermione was the only hand that shot up in the air. Ron and Harry turned to each other, slightly smirking, now Hermione really loved the book Hogwarts a History.
"Well ,good, I'm glad at least someone has read it." He said looking at Hermione, as she smiled at him pleasantly. "Well, no need for me to ramble on, is there?" Keigwin said with a shrug, "Anyway, I'll move on. I know there hasn't been much luck with Defense Agansit the Dark Arts teacher in this place, eh? Well, hopefully, the curse had ended before I came here, and I can stay teaching here. That would be perfect. But, things don't always turn out perfect, do they? Hm, no. They don't simply."
Hermione seemed to enjoy Kegiwin's rambles, but Blaise was feeling distracted. It was only last night, when Draco had stormed out after the fight they had. After Pansy went up the girl's dorm to go to sleep, Draco stared at him with an angry glare, going on about how Blaise was acting like a miserable git just because he was jealous Draco had a decent girlfriend before he did. "I dare you to date a girl, just ask one girl you think is pretty and nice on a date, Blaise." Draco announced, before storming off. But it didn't occur to Blaise who he should ask, until now.
After the lesson, Blaise was walking slowly. He looked over at a girl with brown hair, and milky brown eyes. She was carrying an armful of books, struggling to pick them up. A red-headed boy and a boy with jet black hair were standing nearby. Relax, Blaise, you've asked out girls before. Yeah, and those girls turned to be shallow gits.
"You need help with those books?" Blaise asked approaching Hermione. Ron looked over, giving a look of confusing, turning to Ron, who had the same look on his face. Hermione looked up.
"Um.." She said, "I think I'm perfectly fine carrying these." She mumbled as she struggled to keep her pile of books steady. So much for that plan, anyway. The books fell to the ground, making Hermione slightly blush.
"I think you could use some help." Blaise said, as he kneeled down on the ground, Hermione kneeling opposite of him, piling up the books. "And I just wanted to wish you Congratulations, you're head girl."
"Oh," Hermione smiled, "Thanks." She liked getting noticed for being head girl, "And thanks, Blaise, for helping me." She said as they stood up, "And I wish you a congratulations, after all, you are Head Boy , aren't you?"
Blaise nodded, "Hermione, what are you doing this weekend?" He said quickly.
Hermione looked puzzled, "Erm, nothing. I suppose I'll be working on my schoolwork, and studying quite a bit. Why are you asking me this, Blaise?"
"Oh, well, I wanted to see if you would like to do something with me. You know, we're head boy and head girl, makes sense that we get to know each other, right?" Blaise said, noticing Ron and Harry had already left.
"Well," Hermione responded, "You know? That sounds like a rather good idea." She tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, "Saturday afternoon? Maybe 2:00?" She asked.
Blaise nodded, "That would be perfect." He said, as the pair continued walking, "Anyway, Do you think you'll be okay with these books? I do have to do get to Slythern commons, and you know...you're in a different house."
"Yeah," Hermione said as Blaise gently dropped the books onto Hermione's pile, "I'll be fine, thanks." She smiled brightly, "See you Saturday, then?"
"That's when I'll be seeing you." Blaise said, returning a smile, as they went their separate ways.
"Hermione!" Ron said, "Where have you been? What did that Zabini guy want?" Ron was sitting in a red armchair, with his broomstick polishing kit on his lap, along with his broom, that already looked perfect. Harry had been playing Wizard's chess with Seamus, as he looked up.
"Blaise?" Hermione questioned taking a seat, dropping her books beside her, "He just wanted to help me carry my books. And he wanted to do something Saturday with me. You know, head boy getting to get know head girl."
"Hermione, he's a Slytherin!" Ron roared, "And he's friends with Draco Malfoy."
"Oh, Ron, It can't hurt to just get to know Blaise." Hermione argued, opening her Charms book on her lap.
"And, it helps that he is so handsome." Parvati giggled, looking up. She was reading 'Witch Weekly' as Lavender painted her fingernails a brightly shaded red. "I would completely love to be in your spot, Hermione."
And with a polite smile, Hermione gathered her books and found her way to the comforting and familiar library.
"Hermione Granger?" Draco laughed, "Okay, so out of all the girls, you choose Hermione Granger?" Draco slicked back his blonde hair, as he sat at the edge of his bed in the Slytherin Boys Dorm.
"Draco, she's the other head girl." Blaise said crossing his arms, "It's not any harm to get to know her. I don't know anything about her."
"Blaise, she's a filthy little mudblood. Why would you care to get to know her?" Draco said with a smirk on his face.
"Draco, really, I just think she's very smart, and she is a very pretty girl. If she is head girl, I think we should get along." Blaise said crossing his arms.
"You really sicken me, Blaise Zabini." Draco announced, "And goodnight."
"Goodnight, then, Draco." Blaise said, as he laid back in his bed. Why had he chosen Hermione Granger, anyway? Sure, she was smart, and she was really pretty. He always had guessed that Ron Weasley was after her. I mean, a Slytherin dating a Gryffindor isn't a horrible thing, now, is it? But there really was something more about Hermione Granger—there must be more to her than the "filthy little mudblood" or "insufferable know-it-all." There was much, much more.
And all you want is something I can't be
All you want from me is what you need
And now I'm saying I don't know
You take it so slowly
And your eyes look so lonely
-Goo Goo Dolls, Think about me