Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I would be shopping.

Summary: Hermione Granger has always been considered the untouchable know-it-all. However, when Draco Malfoy bets Blaise Zabini he can't get Granger to fall for him, things start to change. Plus, it doesn't help matters much that she starts getting some unnerving, but not unwanted, glances from the hot new teacher. How will she ever survive her seventh year?

Chapter One

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy sat in comfortable silence as the fire crackled and hissed, keeping the normally chilly common room warm enough for shorts. Besides the fireplace, the only sound in the room was the scratching of Hermione's quill on a piece of parchment and the occasionally flipping of the page from Blaise's magazine. It was a Saturday night, about an hour before they were schedule to start patrolling, one of the many duties that came with being Head Boy and Girl.

Hermione yawned and set down her quill. She sat back on the plush couch. "How's your magazine?" she asked Draco.

"Pretty good," he said, flipping the page, keeping his eyes on the magazine.

"And your day? How was that?"

"The same."

She crossed her arms with a sigh. "I'm bored," she announced to the room.

"Really?" Draco asked, finally looking up at her with a raised eyebrow and the makings of a smirk. "I had no idea."

She stuck her tongue out at him, feeling very mature. "Let's do something."

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Just something. I am so freaking bored."

"We could start patrolling early."

"Just 'cause my legs would be moving, does not mean I would be any less bored." She stood, moving over to his side of the room. She plopped down next to him. "I think there is something poetic about this."

"About what, love?" Draco asked, looking at her over the top of his magazine.

"Hermione Granger, little miss know-it-all and bookworm, wants to do something exciting, while Draco Malfoy, supposed bad boy of Slytherin, is content staying in. I think living together has made us swap personalities."

Draco smirked. "I offered to go torment some first years an hour ago, and you said you had homework."

"That's true." She tilted her head to the side, thinking. "And all the first years are probably asleep by now, so that plan just flew out the window."

Draco set down his magazine and swung his arm over Hermione's shoulders. "I think if we put our heads together, we can come up with something to do."

"Right," Hermione said. "I mean, we must have been picked to be Heads for a reason. There's some serious brainpower in this room."

It was about a month into Hermione and Draco's seventh year at Hogwarts. At the beginning of the year, both students had cringed at the idea of being Heads with each other; however, after only a week together, both realized that, just because they were from different houses that hated each other, didn't mean they couldn't be friends. And friends they were. Hermione still thought Draco was a prick, but a funny prick, and Draco knew that, when given the opportunity, Hermione was one of the funniest people he knew, and someone he genuinely liked spending time with. There were rumors floating around that the teachers felt that they were the best Heads to ever grace Hogwarts because of their instant compatibility.

Someone knocked at the portrait door. Hermione jumped up in excitement and rushed over to the door.

"Oh," she said, once the door was open, "it's just you."

"Nice to see you too, Granger," Blaise Zabini said, striding past her and sitting on one of the couches.

"Sorry," Hermione said, joining Draco again. "It's just, I'm really bored and I was hoping it would be someone who could create some excitement."

"And I can't do that?"

"Sorry to break it to you, but you'll probably just read a magazine, like Draco. That's not what I call excitement."

"I am really hurt, Granger," Blaise said, feigning offense. "I thought we had something special."

"In your dreams, Zabini," she replied, smirking.

"Promise?"

She let out a bark of laughter. "Only if you promise to grace mine with your presence first."

"It's a date," he responded with a smirk.

Blaise turned to Draco. "I actually came here for a reason," he said. "I need to talk to you about something. It's kind of private." Saying that they could talk in his room, Draco stood up, walked over to his door, and entered.

Blaise stood and followed him, squeezing Hermione's shoulder as he walked past. Once the door to Draco's room was shut, Hermione let herself swoon.

She couldn't see herself admitting this to anyone, but she was strongly attracted to Blaise. He was extremely hot, with flawless olive skin, dark hair that curled at his neck and forehead, brown eyes that had the ability to go from being flirty to serious in a second, and a muscular body. He was almost a head taller than her and she wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped up in his strong arms.

Not only was she physically attracted to him, she was also attracted to his personality. He was funny and smart and one of the best flirts she had ever met. She loved spending the night bantering with him. His wit was sharper than a knife and he always knew the right things to say to make her laugh or get her riled up. She loved Draco to death but she secretly wished Blaise had been selected as Head Boy just so she could "accidentally" walk in on him in the shower, something she had done to Draco at least three times since the beginning of the year. Not that she minded walking in on Draco. He was just as hot as Blaise, and could make her laugh just as hard. However, it was Blaise that she wanted to kiss, Blaise that she wanted to spend the whole night talking to, Blaise that she wanted to curl up against.

Sadly, she also knew that the odds of Blaise returning her feelings were slim. Yes, he flirted with her and yes, he seemed to enjoy spending time with her. Nonetheless, whenever she saw him with another girl, he seemed to act in the same manner. She was nothing special to him.

Inside Draco's room, Blaise was trying to ignore what seeing Hermione in shorts and a skimpy tank top had been doing to his nether regions. He didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he had been getting some serious feelings about Hermione in the past couple weeks. Yes, she was hot and yes, she made him the happiest he had ever been, but that didn't mean she returned his feelings. He didn't feel in control in this situation, which was something he could guarantee on in his other relationships. He thought it would just be better to secretly lust after her and overlook the strong thoughts he had around her.

"So what's up, dude?" Draco asked, climbing onto his bed and leaning against the headboard. Blaise sat down on Draco's desk chair.

"You know the Stewart sisters, right? Well, they seem to think they both are dating me and it has created some problems in the common room. Do you think you could take one of them off my hands?"

Draco smirked. "Why do you always seem to be getting into these kinds of situations?"

"Girls just gravitate towards me," Blaise said, smirking.

Draco saw the opening he had been looking for all week and grabbed onto it. "So you're saying you can get any girl at the school?"

"Pretty much."

"I bet you can't get Hermione to fall for you," Draco said.

Blaise's heart stopped for a moment but he quickly regained his composure. "Oh yeah? How much are you willing to bet on that?"

Draco pretended to think for a moment. "If you can get Hermione to fall for you by Christmas, I'll tell Snape I have inappropriate dreams about him. If you can't, you tell McGonagall the same thing."

Blaise's eyes widened a bit. "Alright," he said, smirking. "It's a deal."

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