A/N: Oy! I'm so happy everyone enjoys Hermione Jane! At first I really didn't think people would review but I'm happy. Sigh, Harry Potter's not getting much rep, but I'm glad the last book's coming out (or might be out by the time I post this).

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I'd love to, then I'd kill off that harlot!

Hermione Jane?

Hermione Jane Malfoy sighed and flopped onto the large bed. The silver and blue bed curtains were opened and placed at the corners of the handsome bedposts. The silk sheets were visible only by leeway of the soft comforter Hermione had placed herself upon. The pillows scattered away from the invading body mass and some fell to the floor. Hermione rolled on her side and let a tear fall down her cheek. She was determined not to cry. She had enough of it and was ready to move on.

Hermione wiped her tear away and briskly sat up. She looked toward the doorway and grinned. Blaise Zabini gave her a warm smile.

"You've gotten better Hermione," Blaise noticed.

Hermione nodded and hopped from the bed. She didn't bother making it up, that's what the maids were for, and walked over to Blaise.

"I'm about ready to have them do something now," Hermione said patting Blaise on his shoulder. Blaise chuckled and followed her out of the room. Two maids bowed when Hermione and Blaise walked out of the master bedroom.

"I left a mess," Hermione said shortly. "Please clean it."

The maids looked ecstatic.

"Yes, Mistress!" they said eagerly and nearly ran into the room. Hermione was kind enough to leave some books on the desk and chair before she left.

"You'd think I never let them work," Hermione muttered as she and Blaise made their way down the windowed corridor.

"You didn't," Blaise remarked.

"Hey! You're supposed to agree with me!" Hermione snapped.

Blaise chuckled again and nodded.

"My apologies," he said quietly. Hermione snarled at him.

"Mistress," a voice broke Hermione out of her soon-to-be-tirade. Hermione smiled at the head butler, James.

"Ah, James, yes?" she questioned.

"Mistress, there some things we need to discuss about this property," James said, "and about the accounts."

Hermione laughed.

"No there isn't," Hermione said. "Tell all the gardeners that they are slacking. I noticed the gardens looking barbaric as Blaise and I walked around the property. As to the accounts, I am using them as we speak. I will expect you to have this place in top sport by the time I return tomorrow."

"Whatever for, Mistress?" James questioned. "Are you…selling this estate?"

Hermione looked at her butler incredulously.

"How do you think your late master would feel if she did that?" Blaise snapped. "Have some respect for your mistress."

"I'm going to make the mansion into a museum. The gardens are for trails and the parlours are tea spots. Merlin knows we have large enough ballrooms to fit at least twenty tables in each," Hermione explained. "Thank-you Blaise."

James looked surprised for a moment then smiled.

"Brilliant idea, Mistress!" he cried. "Oh excuse me Mistress, Master Zabini for my insubordination!"

Hermione nodded. James bowed.

"Excuse me, I have some errands to attend to!" James' face was lit up as he rushed off the bark commands. Blaise shook his head but a grin was on his face.

"I see you have been taking lessons from Draco," Blaise remarked as they made their way to the entrance of Malfoy Manor.

"Naturally," Hermione quipped. "I feel so much better now."

Blaise smiled.

"As you should," Blaise said softly. "I can assume Draco isn't rolling around in his grave any more."

"No, I think he is quite calm," Hermione said. "That is until I visit him today and tell him the news."

"Oh, about Potter?" Blaise questioned. Hermione nodded. Blaise tried not to laugh but it came through. He helped Hermione into her coat before shrugging his on. It was snowing lightly but the day was comfortable. Hermione wrapped her scarf around her neck and grinned at Blaise.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Blaise asked putting his white gloves on.

"You always wear white," Hermione replied. "And I always wear black. And you dark skinned and I'm not."

"Hardly," Blaise smirked. He held the door open for Hermione and she walked through it.

"I just find it so funny," Hermione said.

"Your knickers are white today," Blaise noticed. Hermione flushed.

"Did I ask you to look?" Hermione snapped and punched Blaise in the arm.

"Well you are wearing a dress in the middle of winter and it isn't form fitting," Blaise explained.

"What are you trying to say?" Hermione asked glaring at him. "You don't like my puffs?"

"When you jumped onto the bed your dress flew up a little," Blaise replied. "You have very nice legs."

Hermione laughed.

"I'll forgive you this time because you just complimented me," Hermione said. Blaise smiled.

"Why thank-you," he said. "Your dress is very cute and you are still young so I suppose it suits you."

"You're still young too," Hermione pouted. "Just because you age differently doesn't mean you aren't my age right now."

Blaise shrugged and opened an iron gate. Hermione walked through it and waited for Blaise to close it before taking his arm and apparating to the cemetery.

(LiNE)

Ron checked his watch for the fifth time and sighed in frustration. It wasn't good for Luna to be waiting in the cold like this. She could get sick then the baby might be ill…Where were they?

"I am fine Ronald," Luna said in her dreamy voice. "The weather is quite nice."

"But I don't want you to get sick," Ron said worriedly. He embraced Luna and kissed her forehead. Luna smiled and kissed Ron's chin. Just then a pop was heard and Hermione and Blaise were standing in the middle of the garden.

"Sorry we're late!" Hermione said quickly. "I didn't think I would talk for as long as I did!"

"It is fine," Luna said as she embraced Hermione. "How are you Blaise?"

"I am well," Blaise said walking over to Ron and Luna. He gave Ron a one-armed hug before going to Luna.

"How's your betrothed?" Ron asked grinning. "When are we going to meet her?"

"My betrothed is fine," Blaise replied. "I do not know when you will be able to meet."

"Sometime before the wedding I hope," Ron said hugging Hermione. "How are you?"

"Great! I just finished some things at the manor and now I can't wait for spring!" Hermione replied. "I see you're well. Keeping in shape?"

Ron nodded.

"I have to be if I want more children," Ron replied. "You?"

"Yes, I burn calories by thinking of revenge," Hermione replied.

Ron laughed.

"Let's go eat," he said. "I'm starving."

"You are always hungry Ronald," Luna said dreamily. "But I am hungry as well."

"Then it's settled!" Hermione said smiling. "Let's go to Diagon Alley!"

Hermione, Ron, Luna and Blaise apparated to the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron. The snow was coming down harder than before.

"Do you suppose there is going to be a blizzard?" Blaise questioned lightly.

"That would be entertaining," Hermione said as she tapped the proper bricks. The wall opened and Diagon Alley was revealed to them. The four walked through the throngs of people to their destination. The 'restaurant district', as Hermione liked to call it, had absolutely every she liked to eat and more. Her favourite place to go was the same small café she, Ron and Harry always went to for breakfasts and lunch. It seemed like everyone liked that place nowadays.

"Same as last week?" Ron asked. Hermione shrugged.

"If you want to," Hermione replied.

"The food is quite good there," Luna said dreamily. "And the company is quite nice."

"Yeah I was surprised we me with Harry and Ginny and Dean," Ron chimed in. "I could've swore Ginny and Dean weren't talking anymore."

"They talk quite well," Hermione said grinning. She opened the door to the restaurant and Blaise took it from her, allowing her to walk in after Luna and Ron. The group waited to be seated while covered in snow. The small café was merry and it smelled very good.

"Oh what good luck!" a waitress exclaimed. "Ms. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter is here and was wondering if you would mind joining him for lunch."

"He knew we were coming?" Ron asked. "Blimey…"

"It's those powers we keep warning you about," Hermione laughed. "We won't mind at all, that is, if everyone is allowed…"

"Mr. Potter knew that you would have company," the waitress said. "Please come this way."

The four walked to through the restaurant to Harry's table. People were whispering and giggling, saying things like, "It's Ron Weasley and Hermione Malfoy!" and "I heard that Blaise Zabini worked for as a double agent! Oh my! Luna Weasley's pregnant!"

"It feels like Hogwarts, eh 'Mione?" Ron asked quietly. Hermione nodded and giggled. The waitress led the group to Harry's table and left to let them get settled down. Harry was not sitting at the table but his coat was there.

"Did someone kidnap Mr. Potter?' Ron joked.

"I bet they did!" Hermione laughed and let Luna slide in first before following her. The boys sat on the other side. In a minute, Harry came back looking tired but when he noticed them, he smiled.

"Hey guys! Sorry I didn't realize you were here!" Harry said happily. Ron and Hermione both noticed Harry's change of face. Hermione looked at him concerned.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked as Harry sat next to her.

Harry shrugged.

"I don't know what 'alright' is anymore," Harry admitted. "I think I should tell you all about what's happening to me and Ginny, but I don't know I can handle it."

"I've noticed that and Ginny are not as close as you used to be. Is there something that is hindering your love?" Luna said in her dreamy voice.

Harry sighed and nodded.

"There is, but I need to solve something first," Harry said quietly. "For that, I might need your help."

"You know we'll help you with anything," Hermione said smiling. "Besides, you look really upset." Harry gave his table a grim smile. Ron did not want to think something was wrong with their relationship but if it was hurting Harry this much then…

"What…do you think is wrong?" Ron asked quietly.

"She might be cheating on me," Harry said softly. "But I don't want to say anything final yet."

"…What makes you say that?" Ron asked gulping.

Harry looked unsure. Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder and smiled.

"Maybe I imagined it, but I think her shirt… her clothes smelled like someone else," Harry said poorly. "And people here always give me funny looks."

"Well you are Harry Potter," Luna pointed out.

Harry grinned.

"That is true," he said. "But I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I get such a strange feeling whenever I'm here with her."

"Have you considered going somewhere else?" Hermione asked. "Maybe if you find that you don't receive the same treatment then maybe it's true. Because everyone knows this is your favourite spot to eat."

Ron shared a glance with Hermione and she nodded. Hermione then took Harry's drink and proceeded to fish the cherry out of the bottom of it.

"Hey! That's mine!" Harry cried, trying to get his glass back. Hermione laughed and passed the glass to Ron. Harry growled.

"You guys I'm trying to be serious!" Harry said angrily.

"We're tired of you being serious," Ron said. "We know that you want to get this right, but Ginny's not the only one who's at fault."

Harry frowned.

"I know that," Harry said. "But that's why I need your help."

"What will you do if you find that she is cheating?" Luna asked.

Harry sighed.

"What should I do?" he asked.

"Respect her," Blaise replied.

Harry's head whipped in Blaise's direction. He looked at him incredulously. Blaise lifted his hand to keep Harry from speaking. Harry held his tongue and allowed Blaise to speak.

"She is a woman, Potter, and they need to be handled with care. However, you should respect her wishes and leave her," Blaise explained. "She has told you, by being unfaithful, that she does not respect you. Therefore, it is only proper to respect her enough to let her go and find someone who will treat you respectfully and lovingly."

"I see," Harry said awestruck. Ron was slack-jawed. Where was Blaise when he needed him at Hogwarts? Ron could see why Hermione kept him around and why Luna seemed to enjoy his company so much. Ron even had to admit that Blaise was altogether something else.

"If I may," Luna broke the silence. "I would like a bowl of vegetable soup."

"Spiced pumpkin juice and sweet potato fries!" Hermione chimed in. "Are you boys going to order?"

Ron jumped, when had the waitress arrived and what did she hear?

"Breakfast platter," Ron replied. "Extra sausages and hash."

"A cup of Earl Grey, if you don't mind," Blaise said. Hermione glared at him and he gave her an impassive look.

"The usual," Harry said, "and another cup of pop."

"I'll be right out with your orders," the waitress says. When she left Ron spoke.

"Will it be alright?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded.

"She knows not to say anything about what she's heard," Harry replied. Ron nodded. He looked at Hermione who was still in a staring contest with Blaise.

"Eat," Hermione muttered.

"I'm quite full," Blaise said gently. He smiled. Hermione glowered at him.

"You…are a pain," she said.

"As are you," Blaise replied. "Remind me again why we're friends?"

Hermione grinned.

"Blackmail," she replied. Ron noticed Harry's grin. Hermione and Blaise must have reminded Harry of Hogwarts and his fights Hermione.

"You guys are so crazy," Harry muttered grinning. "So I guess I'm supposed to feel better now."

"Yes," Hermione said automatically. "Can't you tell?"

Harry chuckled and shook his head.

"Thanks," he said, "…for your help as well."

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Harry and Hermione apparated to Gimmuld Place after lunch. Blaise accompanied them and for a few moments Harry actually felt jealous of Blaise and his relationship with Hermione. Harry remembered when he was like that with Hermione and it pained him to know that she did not depend on him as much any more. After Blaise left to be with his 'betrothed' (as Blaise liked to call the mysterious personne) Harry and Hermione were left alone to talk about the day. To Harry's dismay, Hermione brought up Ginny.

"Where is she?" Hermione asked looking around.

"Please don't bring her up right now," Harry muttered while he sat on a couch in the sitting room. Hermione gave him an inquisitive look.

"If she is bothering you so much why don't you break up with her?" Hermione asked sitting next to Harry. Harry sighed and shook his head. He look up at Hermione through his long bangs and studied her face. When had she gotten so pretty?

"Harry did you hear what I just asked?" Hermione questioned glaring slightly.

Harry grinned.

"No, not really," he replied lightly. He had been too occupied staring at her face. To him, it looked as if Hermione was a brand new personne with a shining light that he wanted to take for himself. When had she gotten so much confidence and how did he miss the change?

"Well listen to me now," Hermione huffed.

"I'll listen if you think it's important," Harry said grinning.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you break up with her?" Hermione asked again. "I mean all this fighting can't be good for you health."

Harry shrugged.

"I suppose I haven't broken up with her is because part of me still loves her dearly," Harry replied trying to keep his eyes on Hermione's face. "Yet another part might love someone else and the last part wants to please everyone who is watching."

Hermione shook her head and rested it on the back of the couch.

"That's complicated," Hermione acknowledged. "But you know you can't please everyone."

"Regardless of if that's true or not, I want to," Harry said. "Don't you sometimes want to please people?"

"Of course I do," Hermione replied smiling faintly. "I've been close to two of the most famous people in the wizarding world. There are always people I have wanted to impress… and sometimes I do not always impress them."

Harry continued to stare at Hermione and grinned.

"Am I one of those people?" he asked after a long pause.

Hermione looked surprised for a moment but then smiled and nodded.

"Yes," she replied. "You always are."

"You don't have to do a lot to impress me, Hermione," Harry said feeling flattered. How he wanted Hermione to want to impress him!

"But I feel as if I have to do enough for you to notice," Hermione replied. She blushed and then laughed. "That wasn't supposed to come out."

Harry grinned.

"But it did and I'm flattered," Harry grinned. "But you know what would impress me the most?"

Hermione shook her head.

"What?" she questioned curiously.

"If your knickers were a another color other than black," Harry said cheekily. Hermione slapped him on the arm.

"What is it with my knickers today?" Hermione asked furiously. "First Blaise, then you! Why does everyone have to remark on them?"

Harry laughed. He loved the way Hermione's cheeks were burning.

"You're kinda cute Hermione," Harry said silkily. "I know of a few people who might actually want to see those knickers up close."

Harry noticed Hermione's cheeks turn red. He couldn't believe that he was flirting with her! Harry's heart was beating a little faster than normal. When was the last time he flirted with anyone?

Hermione turned around to faced Harry. She took a step closer to him. Harry watched as Hermione stopped right in front of him, her legs were touching his, and leaned closer him. She lifted her leg so it was straddling his waist and leaned so close that her chest was against his. Harry's heart picked up a beat.

Hermione moved Harry's hand to her waist and her mouth to his ear in one smooth movement. His heart stopped. His fingers were itching to move down to flirt some more. Hermione was dangerous.

"Are you one of those people?" Hermione's voice was seductive and smooth. Harry fought the urge to grab Hermione and pull her lips into his and her body a little closer. They were so very close, and he was so very tempted.

Hermione soon pulled away and Harry breathed again. He now knew to never flirt with Hermione when they were the only ones in the house. Hermione smirked and moved to go to the stairs.

"You forget Harry, I was a married woman," Hermione said smiling. "I might be a little out of your league."

Harry's mouth opened before the words came to his mind.

"I'm willing to find that out," Harry said in a breathy voice. Harry's heart was beating faster than it ever had before. He did not mean to say them, but he meant the words that came out of his mouth. Hermione chuckled and started to walk up the stairs.

"If you're lucky," she said grinning. Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. About more than halfway up the stairs (Harry was counting them) Hermione let out a startled gasp.

"Ginny, you can't just pop up like that!" Hermione said. "I nearly had a heart attack."

"Look up next time," Ginny said. "Is Harry here?"

Harry suddenly realized that he had a girlfriend.

"Yeah, he's downstairs," Hermione replied. "…Did you go into a perfume shoppe today?"

"No why?" Ginny's voice sounded uneasy.

"Oh, nothing, you just smell like you have," Hermione replied. "Sorry, I have to change."

Harry stood up. For a moment, he was feeling bad because he had that moment with Hermione. But it melted away instantly at Hermione's words. If Hermione could smell the difference in Ginny's clothing then he was not imagining it. If that was true, then perhaps he should just do what Blaise and everyone else has been telling him to. Harry looked up as Ginny walked down the stairs. He clenched his fist as Ginny smiled at him.

"Harry! I haven't seen you all day!" she said running to him and giving him a hug. Harry clenched his eyes shut and tried to ignore the scent on her clothing, her hair, everywhere about her. He wanted to vomit.

"How was your day?" Harry asked coolly. "Pleasurable?"

Ginny smiled widely.

"Yes!" she said. "How was yours?"

Harry wanted to tell her about wanting to break up with her but didn't think it was the right time. He smiled weakly and pulled away from her.

"Some parts were really good, and others not so good," Harry replied. "Hermione's been feeling much better, if you wanted to know."

"That's good!" Ginny said. "So then she'll leave soon right?"

Harry shook his head.

"No, she will be here for a long time," Harry replied. "I enjoy her company… and she teaches me so many things."

Ginny looked at Harry questioningly.

"Oh? Like what?" she asked.

"…How to flirt properly," Harry replied walking past Ginny. "But I'm sure you know all about that, right?"

Harry chuckled as Ginny's mouth hung open.

"Harry what makes you say that?" Ginny cried. "What have I done?"

Harry shook his head.

"Oh, nothing," he replied. "…Oh I was wondering, were you shopping for cologne today? Because that really isn't my type."

Harry laughed and shook his head.

"I'm going to take a nap," he said. "I'm making dinner, stick around."

Harry did not bother to hear Ginny's excuses about anything. He walked up the stairs and passed Hermione's room. A tingle ran through him at the thought of her warm breath in his ear and her long leg straddling his waist. He was not about to have her think that he was not in her league. Harry closed the door to his room and sighed. He was not going to think about Ginny at the moment because Hermione made him feel much better. Hermione made him feel…so good.

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A/N: All done! How did everyone like this chapter? It's a little crappy but I tried to redeem it with the HHr yumminess!