A/N: this is set well into AU territory where Kingsley Shacklebolt is Blaise Zabini's fatherand they own computers with instant messaging and more that you will see in later chapters. Also the later chapters will deal with sex, triggering topics and more adult topics.

Hermoine sighed as she sat down to her computer screen, seeing a pop-up notification of "Blaise: Hiya, Hermione." She contemplated what he wanted but only found bad answers. So she typed out a well thought out response. "What do you want, Blaise." She smirked as the little typing icon appeared and guffawed at his answer. "Help, you're on the tutors list aren't you? I need you to help me with my work, I'm falling behind." She shook her head, her fingers moving automatically across the keyboard "Oh please, like you would ever need me to help you with your work." She sat back, frustrated and confused as to why he had even talked to her in the first place. She was still wracking her brain when she realized he had replied to her. "Oh my god, let me start again. I, Blaise Zabini. Need your, Hermione Granger's, help because my dad is making me or I will lose my place to live and my place to be in the world." She frowned as she realized that he actually probably did need her help and she slowly typed back a message.

"Okay Blaise, you have my help. What do you need?"

"I need some help with my work. I can't figure out how to transfigure a mouse into a candle."

"This is first year stuff Blaise."

"I told you I needed help."

"Like someone like you would need help from me."

"What a mudblood? Yeah I know."

"Stop. Right. There. You will never call me a mudblood as long as I tutor you got it?!"

"Yeah, chill Hermione, I wasn't trying to be offensive, it's just a commonly used term around here. It's stuck with me."

"Just, never use that term around me, okay?"

"Okay then, sure."

"Alright, so we can start tutoring next week."

"Say, what are you doing this weekend, going to Hogsmede?"

"Yes, with Harry and Ron, as usual."

"Well, do you want a break from the usual and come to Hogsmede with me?"

"… Uh.. Okay?"

"It's not a date unless you want it to be."

"Oh, okay and what if I wanted it to be a date?"

"Well, in that case I guess I'll see you this weekend!"

"Okay, see you then!"

Blaise stepped back from his computer. Confused, but still pretty certain he had a date. A broad grin made its way across his face and Draco raised his eyebrow, looking at him like he was a lunatic. "What are you smiling so much for?" Blaise shrugged. "I have a date this weekend."

"With who?!"

"You should know her, she punched you in the nose third year."

"GRANGER!? That filthy little mud blood?!"

"Yes, her. Problem?"

"Just a fucking little bit."

"Oh, and what are these problems?"

"She's a filthy little mudblood!"

"That, Draco, is entirely your own problem that has been passed down from your family to you."

Draco stopped in his speech and Blaise nodded curtly. "Exactly. That is all your opinion that is needed. None."