Disclaimer- To my great misfortune, it is JK Rowling that is amazingly rich for creating the characters of Harry Potter, not me.

This is my second fanfic. Please review, but do not flame. Constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Hermione sat down at the cherry wood table and pressed a glass of ice water to her forehead to ease her pounding headache. Time travel may be interesting, but it gave her a killer headache. The noise that Blaise called music didn't help much either. She couldn't understand what he saw in that rap music.

When she had returned from her little adventure, Hermione found Priscilla searching for her. They took their gleaming golden carriage back to Zabini Manor. Blaise headed straight towards his room were he started blasting rap music by the king of rap in the wizarding world, Lil' Warlock. Hermione, on the other hand, decided to check out the library, which Blaise assured her was almost as big as the Hogwarts library.

Sure enough, it was gargantuan. It seemed as if there was every single book that was ever penned by a wizard or witch, and even a few books by muggles. Hermione grabbed a book entitled 'How to Speak Veela', by Daniella Delacour, who happened to be Fleur Delacour's cousin. The giant fire in front of her roared with warmth, and a candle scented the room of vanilla.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps disturbed her from her reading. Hermione glanced up in search of where the footsteps could possibly be coming from. Strangely enough, they seemed to be coming from the fire place. Sure enough, who would step out but Draco Malfoy.

He was no longer dressed in a greaser jacket, and his hair was no longer gelled to look like Elvis. Now he was wearing a tight fitting deep green t-shirt that showed off his abs that were the reward from years of Quidditch. He wore leather trousers, and some form of wizarding skater shoes.

"What are you doing here?" Draco questioned Hermione spitefully when he caught sight of her curled up reading a book.

"Is it that hard to figure out? Maybe I'm here because I live here and I like to read Malfoy," Hermione replied coolly.

"Oh yeah," Draco snickered, "You, reading a book. What a shocker. What book is it this time? Something that shows you how to get a life?"

"For your information, my book is 'How to Speak Veela' by Daniella Delacour," Hermione snapped, trying not to let Malfoy see that he was bothering her.

"Isn't she related to that French girl? That chick was hot," Draco said.

"Of course you would think so. Anyway, Malfoy, I wouldn't suspect you to be a skater," Hermione pointed out.

"What are you talking about? I don't skateboard. That is a muggle sport, even if it is widely accepted by the wizarding word. I am shocked that you would even suggest such a thing," Draco replied in a disgusted voice.

"Then why are you wearing skater shoes?" Hermione questioned.

"Oh, those? I just thought that they looked cool," Draco said offhandedly.

At that moment Blaise finally stepped in. He had finally turned off his rap music (or 'rap crap' as Hermione called it') and heard Draco's voice coming from the library.

"Draco, how nice to see you," Blaise said coldly.

"Yeah, you're finally here. I was coming over here to talk to you, since I didn't really see you at the party," Draco said, oblivious to Blaise's icy manner.

"What a shame, I'm so sad," Blaise replied, his voice soaked in sarcasm that would have made it obvious to even a two year old.

"What's the matter, Blaise? Are you mad at me or something?" Draco said, taken aback at Blaise's sarcasm.

"Gee, I don't know, why do you think that I would be mad?" Blaise said, his brilliantly blue yes flashing with anger. His sarcasm could really chill you to the bones.

"I don't know, why?" Draco said, completely ignorant.

"Perhaps it might be because you were being such an arsehole to my little sister today? Do you think that could be it?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Draco said, remembering his fight with Hermione that morning, "But listen mate, I didn't know that she was your sister at first. Then after that, she was being rude to me, so I was rude back. Honestly, it wasn't my fault."

"It's never your fault, is it Draco? Do you ever actually take responsibility and admit that sometimes you're wrong?" Blaise questioned.

"Sorry mate, responsibility isn't exactly my thing. Anyway, I'm never wrong," Draco replied arrogantly.

"That's bollocks! No one is ever right all the time! You are such a conceited ferret!" Hermione burst out.

"Let me take care of this, Hermione," Blaise said gently to his sister.

He turned back to Draco, anger etched across his tan face, "She is right! You ARE a conceited, arrogant, stuck-up, snobbish, high and mighty arse who thinks that he is better than everybody else. No one, and I mean NO ONE, can get away with insulting my sister without awaking my anger."

"Oh, come on Blaise. It's Hermione, who is friends with Pothead and Weasel-Bee," Draco whined.

"Frankly, I don't give a shit about who my sister is friends with. She is smart enough to figure out to stay away from creeps like you," Blaise sneered.

"Get a hold of yourself, mate! This is Hermione, the mudblood, remember?" Draco shouted.

"Get out of here now," Blaise whispered in a dangerous voice, angered by Draco calling his sister a 'mudblood'.

"But Blaise-" Draco said, shocked that his best friend would betray him.

"GET OUT!" Blaise thundered, the quiet room echoing his shout.

Hermione thought that the look on Draco's face was priceless as he silently turned around and marched right back into the fire place. New black lowlights in her hair, ten galleons. A whole new wardrobe straight from Chanel and Malkins, five hundred galleons. The look on Draco Malfoy's face when Blaise told him to get out, priceless.

"Sorry about that," Blaise apologized to Hermione for raising his voice in the presence of a lady.

"You want to know what I think is so funny about you purebloods?" Hermione giggled.

"What?" Blaise inquired.

"Whenever another pureblood is around, you're all so formal. You all have impeccable manners, and seem so chivalrous," Hermione declared.

"Of course we are. We guys are brought up to be perfect gentlemen, and you girls are brought up to be proper young ladies. Some people, like Draco, don't think that half bloods and muggle borns don't deserve to be treated decently. That shows just how much of a snob that Draco really is," Blaise explained.

"Yes, well I still find it all rather funny. Anyway, I'm tired and am going to bed. Good night," she yawned.

"Sweet dreams, little sister," Blaise replied.

Indeed, Hermione did have sweet dreams that night. There was a figure in her dreams that danced and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She could not see his face, but he was the most charming person that she ever meant, even if it was only in her dreams.

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Authors note: What do you think of Blaise's reaction? Was it what you expected? Better? Worse? I suppose that you'll just have to review and tell me (hint, hint)!

Thank you so much to: hplucky, seaweedqueen, ghzowy( ), doublelily, bookwormJ for reviewing!