Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything.

Spoilers: None. This is completely AU.

A/N: Updated July 11, 2008. I rewrote every chapter, again. And, yes, I've become a Harry Potter fanatic once again. Thank you ABC family channel for having Harry Potter movie reruns :)

All That You Haven't Got
Chapter One:
Slytherin Outcast, Gryffindor Bookworm

"Hermione, you're simply mad!" exclaimed the endowed redheaded Weasley as he, with an incredulous and horrific expression on his face, watched his bushy-haired friend rapid reading through a terribly thick book that would've taken ages for anyone else to finish. "There's more to life than reading boring books, woman!" He then rested a hand on her thin shoulder, attempting to pry the book out of her hands with his other.

"Ronald," Hermione advised sternly, refusing to steering her eyes off of the book as she spoke sharply, "I suggest that you let go of my shoulder, right now."

In return she felt the significant amount of pressure resting on her shoulder immediately vanish and the acknowledged boy stepped back. "It's no use, Harry," he moaned dramatically, turning to his companion standing aside of him. "Hermione's gone nutters and won't stop reading!"

"Ron, Hermione tends to do that," dismissed Harry. "A lot at that."

"Well, I've obviously figured that one out years ago. What I mean, is nonstop reading, like, for 24 hours straight!"

"Ron, don't over exaggerate," sighed the brunette as her eyes rested on her last sentence before straying her attention onto her disruptive friend. "Ronald, honestly, it's only been simply nineteen hours – nothing over the top."

"See what I tell you!" he insisted loudly, raising his voice into a higher pitch as his arms flailed about to enhance his words. "Hermione, here, as gone absolutely –"

"Excuse me! This is a library!" rang a voice. Madam Pince glared at the standing students with stern, hawk-like eyes before storming her way from her desk and toward them. "Out the two of you! OUT!" She demanded before she quickly ushered Harry and Ron to the nearest exit, shoving them hastily out of the door.

Residing in the shadow of attention, where he preferred to remain, watched a slightly intrigued Blaise Zabini. His eyes followed the obnoxious boys known as the infamous Potter and his Weasel sidekick being forcibly kicked out of the library, which wasn't too surprising, considering they barely visited its confinements unless to pester their bookworm friend.

Blaise was a Slytherin. But most deemed him as an outcast of some sort. Not that he exactly made an effort to have friends – even acquaintances if you must call them. He even didn't call himself much of a socialist to begin with, and his dark glances normally strayed students away from him. However, appearance wise, he was quite pleasing to look at with his raven colored hair which was decently long; slightly curly – a real Zabini's inherited hair. But probably the most aesthetically acclaimed feature of his was his rather offhand shade of strikingly and borderline-frightening cobalt color eyes.

But with his blessed looks, Blaise quickly discovered how shallow people were. Girls wanted him only for his appeal while boys took it upon themselves to spread cruel remarks behind his back whenever they assumed he wasn't listening. But he was always listening and he was always watching and, most importantly, he always knew how ignorant humans were. And perhaps that was why he found himself surrounded by little next to no friends. Not that he needed them to begin with.

"Zabini," hissed a cruel voice and the said boy peered up from his seated position to see Malfoy and his henchman standing adjacent from him.

"Malfoy," Blaise acknowledged coolly before taking a glance at Malfoy's ugly friends. "I see you haven't shaken off the shit from your shoes yet."

"Draco, hurry up!" whined Draco's other companion, Pansy Parkinson, as she graced the four with her pug-like face caked on with makeup and straight black hair. "I have to meet my friends!" Her then eyes swept viciously to Blais before sneering. "You know what friends are right, Zabini? It's those things you haven't got."

"Very clever, Parkinson," replied Blaise, a polite yet underlining irritated tone to his smooth voice. "S'pose you better find some too."

"I have some, Zabini!" she shrieked bitterly. "Unlike you and your pathetic arse!"

"Zabini, I swear," Draco warned.

"Don't get your knickers in a knot if I call out your previous little girlfriend when you're the ones who approached me, Malfoy," snapped Blaise.

"You're just jealous of him," Pansy snarled as she grabbed the trimmed blond's arm with possession. "You're just jealous because he's got himself friends and a girlfriend unlike you."

"You're right," responded Blaise dryly. "I really would fancy henchman friends that are worth less shit and an obnoxious, clumsy girl like you, Parkinson."

Hermione felt a wide smile stretch at her lips upon Blaise's last remark. Normally, she resisted in showing the slightest bit of reaction towards a Slytherin, but he appeared particularly different. Less crude or something.

"Now Malfoy," Blaise resumed, "since I've gotten that off of my chest, what did you want?"

"He wanted to know if you were done with your homework so he could copy off it," answered Pansy, a small look of disgust flaring in her eyes.

"Thank you for interpreting for Malfoy, Parkinson. I rarely do speak idiot," he smirked politely.

"Homework?" Crabbe managed to choke. He reached out his grubby big hand for Blaise's homework to be placed in.

"Yes, yes, of course," he sighed, giving the large Slytherin a few pieces of homework. "Here's the homework for you to copy. Now leave." The four were more than happy to oblige, quickly sauntering their way out of the library.

Hermione then frowned. She nearly felt bad for him. Nearly. From her understanding, that particular Slytherin was certainly was picked on a lot – not that it seemed to affect him the slightest. He just rolled off insults and shot back a witty and tasteful one of his own, usually directed towards Malfoy himself.

"Well Zabini," Blaise muttered to himself, breaking her thoughts. "Looks like you've just given the lot your homework again. Now you'll have to rewrite the whole 14 inch length Charms essay over. Just darling."

"Malfoy take your homework again, Zabini?" Hermione turned to see one more Slytherin female approach the reserved boy. She frowned again, silently hoping this one wouldn't tease and torment the outcast Slytherin like the others had.

"Of course Millicent," answered the downcast boy. "They always do." He peered dully up at the large girl and fellow Slytherin, Millicent Bulstrode.

"You should at least try to hex them," Millicent encouraged. "Granger did and you saw the lot back off instantly."

"I bloody well know that," he answered stiffly. "But they've been tormenting her for years. They haven't tormented me that long."

Hermione forced herself returned to her book, attempting to focus her attention elsewhere as she noticed there was only few pages left until she finished it.

"They did long enough," Millicent mumbled softly.

"What's up mates?" called another Slytherin voice. Before she could contain herself, the Gryffindor found herself peering up for a moment looked up and found Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass, practically waltzing over to the two.

"Nothing," Blaise replied bitterly, he turned to the two female Slytherin's that were now accompanying him. "Now, since you two found yourselves, I need to get back to rewriting my report and –"

"Draco taken your homework again, Blaise?" Daphne sighed, curling her dark red hair around her finger lazily. "You've got to do something about that you know, love."

Blaise then promptly closed his book and, before the two Slytherin's could protest, he walked out of the library and toward the Slytherin common room. The two girls sighed and before continuing to whisper lowly to each other as they reached into their bags and quietly plopped their books onto the table.

Hermione felt herself sigh and closed her book as well.

It must be more than hard being the Slytherin outcasts…

No one was considered an outcast in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw there was Luna Lovegood and her sister Leena Lovegood. And even then, the other Ravenclaws were all acquaintances with the two sisters and treated them fairly well now. Other than that, no other house would do such a thing to outcast their own teammates and harshly reject them. But Slytherin was a whole different house with a whole different set of morals.

Hermione gathered her belongings and left the library, heading toward the welcoming Gryffindor common room. Hopefully there she would be able to finish the last remainder of the book she was reading.

A/N: Yes, oddly enough, Draco and Blaise aren't friends in this story. But if Blaise is considered an outcast in my story, I suppose he can't be friends with, I think, is a very popular Slytherin. Anyways, more chapters to come!