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Chapter 10

Hermione placed her goblet back on the table, then stepped back a few paces. "Alright, we'll go in alphabetical order. That means Roger, you're first." Davies stepped forward, shaking slightly, but met Hermione's gaze squarely.

"I'm here because you deserve nothing but the best, and I want to prove to you that I am. I'm Quidditch captain of the Ravenclaw team, and I'm very experienced with girls, so I can show you a good time," he added with a mischievous smile.

Hermione smiled back before saying sweetly, "So you're calling yourself a player. You just want to add me to your trophy wall? I don't think so. But," she continued, raising a hand to stem his protests. "I asked you for the truth, and thank you for telling me without being prompted by the Veritaserum. You can step back now." Davies bowed his head and did so. As he did, Cedric Diggory straightened, and walked toward her, stopping a few feet away.

"I'm also a Quidditch captain, my family very respectable, and I've been told by Professor Trelawney that I have a long-lasting relationship in the immediate future. I think she was referring to you."

Hermione smirked. "You, like Davies, were unimpaired by Veritaserum or the other substance, but you clearly don't know me very well, to think that bug-eyed thing that passes for a teacher's predictions mean anything to me. You can join Davies." Cedric dragged his feet, mentally kicking himself for screwing something like that up.

Marcus Flint stepped forward, and said with an arrogant sneer, "You're hot. That's really it."

The brunette snorted derisively. "Idiot. Honest, but still an idiot." She pointed toward the two others.

Draco Malfoy glided towards her, still thinking furiously, not wanting to be outdone. After a few moments of silence, Hermione asked him to answer the question, seeming to be impatient. "If you're just here to make fun of me, get your ass out of here now. I'm not in the mood."

Malfoy scowled at being commanded, but replied, "None of these losers are up to your standard. I am, and you know it. I could list off why, but you already know, so just tell them to bugger off."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. She simply gestured for him to join the rapidly enlarging group. He was obviously satisfied with his answer, but was inwardly furious that she said nothing. Regardless, he stalked to one side of the room.

At this point, Fred and George Weasley stepped forward at the same time. "We're here for the same reason," stated Fred.

"We don't know what these jerks will do to you, and you're like a sister to us," finished George.

"We want to make sure"

"that you don't get hurt"

"or we'll be forced"

"to seek vengeance on everyone in this room."

"'Mione, just end this now!" pleaded Fred.

Til now, Hermione had been somewhat enjoying the little match back and forth, noting the glares the twins were receiving from the others in the room. But at this last remark, her eyes narrowed.

"What did you just call me?"

Fred blushed, and George elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow. What was that for?"

"RON!! GET OUT!! I don't know, or care, how you got your measely little hands on Polyjuice Potion, but you get out of here right now, before I curse all of your freckles off. Harry, you better be right behind him."

The 'twins' looked at each other, then back at Hermione. "How did you know? We followed the ingredients exactly! And why are you doing this anyway? You can do better than these clowns. I mean, Marcus Flint? He's a troll! And Malfoy hates your guts!" rushed 'Fred', who was really Ron. When their names were mentioned, Flint and Malfoy stepped forward menacingly, wands out and ready.

'George', aka Harry, drew his, and stepped protectively in front of Hermione. "Don't worry. We got this."

"AAARGH!!! STOP IT, ALL OF YOU!" At this outburst, the boys turned and looked at Hermione. "Ron, Harry. Thanks for wanting to look out for me, but I am more than capable of handling myself. That's why I'm doing this. No one thinks so, but I am perfectly able to protect myself. Right now, you guys are just pissing me off, and you more than anyone know what spells I can cast. So leave. Now." Her eyes flashed dangerously, and she raised her wand, showing how serious she was.

Harry and Ron finally understood. "Alright. We're leaving. But you know where to find us," Ron added to Hermione, keeping eye contact. And then they lowered their wands, and backed out of the room. As they were doing so, they met the eyes of every single guy there, clearly warning them to back off.

Once they left, Hermione sighed. "Sorry about that. They won't be a problem anymore." She turned to Blaise Zabini and Oliver Wood, the only boys left to speak. "Oliver?"

Startled, he shook his head. "I don't know what I can say to convince you that I am worthy. I know you are one of the smartest witches in the school, and I'm not, but I can hold my own. I know how to respect women, and although I'm fairly experienced, I'm not a player like Davies over there," Oliver said, sending the Ravenclaw a look of triumph.

Hermione nodded. "Well said," and she pointed towards the larger group.

At last, Blaise was the only one left. He stared at Hermione, lost in thought, then in a few long strides, leaned into her, grabbed her around the waist with one arm, and the other hand in her hair, dipped her, and kissed her with the passion he had been holding in check since the hallway earlier that day.

The 7 other boys cried out in outrage, forced to watch the snoggfest, unable to do anything.

After several minutes, Zabini straightened, pulling Hermione up with him. Leaving one gentle peck on her lips, he spun away to stand with the other boys.

Big mistake.

AN: I hope you guys are on the edge of your seat! I hope this chapter cleared up a few questions about the 'twins' being there. I hope this is fast enough for an update! I should be able to update at least once a day. If not, feel free to yell at me…