What happens when the two head perfect find each other one crying and the other a comforting shoulder. Long kept secrets revealed, and friends become enemies and enemies become friends. Though there are the few that stay true to the end.

Chapter 1: The Ball

What am I to wear? I should have gotten the dress sooner. It better come to day.

Hermione was on her way down to the Main Hall for breakfast. She had ordered a dress weeks ago for the ball coming up, and just her luck her dress still wasn't here. Then to top that she had to dance with Blaise, because the ball was for the perfects, and
both Hermione and Blaise were the Head Perfects.

At least I don't have to dance with Draco. This is just great, I have to dance with a Slytherin to top all this off. At least he is the hottest damn Slytherin in the fucking school.

When Hermione gets there she nearly runs into Harry, who happens to be in a rush too, because if he doesn't hurry he will be late for Quidditch practice. "Hey Hermione, what are you in a rush for?"

"Harry go or you will be late for practice. I'll explain later, if I have time." she said as she rushed past him, and sat down at the table to eat, while she waits for the post to get here. She stuffs some toast in her mouth as she poured herself some orange juice. When she went to take a drink an owl came swooping in the window nearly hitting her. "Finally, its here." She jumped up and ran up to the Head Dorm.

Why do I have to share this wonderful place with that damn Blaise? The ball starts in just a few hours, well technically in ten hours. I hope Ginny wakes up soon so we can do each others hair, and make-up, well hopefully she will do it I'm dead awful with all this stuff.

"Hermione, its me can I come in? It's me, Ginny." Ginny yelled through the door, after banging on it.

"Yeah, I'm comin. Hold your horses." Hermione swung the door open to see Ginny holding her dress over her arm and a case in the other with all the hair and make-up stuff. "Lets go up stairs. I know Blaise won't bother us there."

The two girls ran up stairs to Hermione's room. Thank the founders that they mad it so each perfect had there own bathroom.

HOURS LATER

"You look wonderful Hermione." Ginny exclaimed. Both girls in medieval dress to go with the theme of the ball. Their hair is up off their necks with a few strands here or there hanging down. Hermione has little make-up, and Ginny has not much more than her.

"So do you Ginny. We should get going or McGonagal will be up here yelling." says Hermione as she locks the door so no one can go in her room.

"She might yell at you, not me I'm not a perfect. And I'm glad I'm not either." They hurried down the stairs to the Head Perfect's common room. "Oh and it looks like Zabini is waiting for you. I'll meet you down stairs, Mione." Ginny hurried off leaving Hermione alone with Zabini.

"Granger, you dress just like a Mudblood would." Malfoy looking Hermione up and down, sneered as he comes out of Blaise's room.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere, Malfoy?" Hermione scowled. Looking at Malfoy with disgust.

"Granger. Granger. Granger, don't you know how to be polite, I am a pureblood after all." Malfoy said just staring at Hermione.

"I would think you would realize I don't give a shit if you are pureblood. You are a coward that can't go anywhere without his goons. Zabini, I'll meet you down stairs." Hermione says as she storms out the door, not realizing that they are following not far
behind. "I can't believe that pompous jerk. He thinks he is so much better than the rest of us, because he is pureblood. What an ass hole! I shouldn't expect much out of him though, his penis is just as big as his pinkie."

"YOU BITCH! YOU SWORE YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE. JUST
BECAUSE YOU WALK IN ON ME AND PARKINSON DOESN'T GIVE YOU RIGHT TO SPREAD RUMORS!" Malfoy shouts, making Hermione jump. Making all the Slytherins around Malfoy fall to the ground in laughter, all but Zabini which looked as if he could care less.

"Malfoy, for that display of rudeness you will serve a weeks detention with Filch." Hermione said promptly, ignoring what he had actually said. "The rest of you pick yourselves off the ground, the school floor was just mopped today, we don't need any
filth on it." She walked away without looking back. All the Slytherins got up off the floor scowling at her.

Hermione got to entrance to the Main Hall waiting to be let in, since she couldn't go in until all the perfects go here, and we are still missing Zabini, oh wait here he is now, I didn't think they would get here so fast with Malfoy fuming and everything.

Fifteen Minutes Later ( they finally got all the students in the hall)

McGonagal had told the perfects to go into the Main Hall, and to the center of the room. The music started and the perfects had to do an intricate waltz. The song ended a few minutes later. Hermione went to the side to hang out with Harry, Ron, Ginny, and some others.

Hours Later (Head Perfect Common Room)

Hermione comes bursting through the entrance of the common room, hands on her face. Zabini lets her runs toward him, and when she hits his chest, wraps his arms around her. "Whats the mater Hermione? You look...um...like something bad happened." He picks her up and carries over to the couch.

"It.. it.. is n- n- nothing." Hermione manages to get out, not caring that she is sitting in the lap of her 'enemy'. She just continues to cry on his shoulder.

"I can clearly see something is wrong, otherwise you wouldn't be crying on my shoulder. Please just tell me." Zabini says into her ear.

"Fine, I'll tell you, but don't laugh or spread rumors." When Zabini didn't say anything she continued. "Ron promised me, that for my 17th birthday he would take my virginity, because I didn't want to be a virgin when I graduated. When he refused, he said I was a slut, and that he didn't want me to come near him anymore." Hermione sniffled, and started to get up, because she didn't want to be near him when he started laughing.

He pulled her back in his lap. "Cara, its okay, I seen him drinking tonight." He pulled her closer to his chest so that she was leaning on him.