Dear All,

I apologize for the lack of commitment ive given to this story in the past year. alot has happened and still i receive alot of fan mail requesting that this fan fic gets finished, so heres another chapter to the story, though it is quite short. ive already started the next chapter and it will allow more silliness. i want to thank everyone who has enjoyed this story thus far, and i will try to get more chapters out more frequently.

Slytherinfrost

. This is going to be a hell of a semester. Cassandra went over and sat next to her brother and smiled at him. Little did either of them know, was that Lucius was taking it upon himself to have a certain foster parent removed from this earth.

HGBZ

"You know dear Lucius; He's not much of a screamer." Said a woman from under a dark cloak in a slight baby voice "Makes me want to hurt him more…" Lucius stood off to the side for the time being as he let his fellow follower hex and curse the man constraint against the wall.

"Be done with it already Bellatrix, I haven't all day for your wasteful tactics." He said. Bellatrix snarled at pale man who she had come to know as Brother in law and cohort in the following of Lord Voldermort. "bloody fun sucker…" she grumbled under her breathe, with a quick slash of her arm, lights filled the room and amongst the three, only two stood.

BZHG

Weeks went by as Cassandra adjusted to her new life at Hogwarts. Though the school acknowledged her as a new Malfoy, only few knew of her previous identity. She sat in her dormitory wondering about the man she had called Father for so long… Was he dead? Was he hurting? Was he sleeping with the neighbors' daughter? Sighing she rose from the desk chair she had been occupying for more than two hours doing her Potions essay that was not due for another week. Striding through the dark towards the window, she looked into the murky water that was the Black Lake, watching the fish and other mythical creatures swim by. As she stood in the darkness of her room she noticed the sound of her door silently opening. Before they could react she had her wand trained on the intruder. "What do you want?" she asked.

"Do you always attack first?" a deep voice echoed around her. Oh how she knew the sound of that voice, it was the one thing that made her skin tingle, her heart race, and her self loathing to kick in. "What do you want Blaise?" she asked with annoyance in her voice.

"Retract your claws kitty cat, I only came to chat."

"Right… And to what do I owe the profound pleasure of your company?" She snarked.

"I've come to see how stable your sanity was." She could hear the smirk in his voice. The only thing she wanted to do was throw a shoe at his head and see if it leaves a mark. Actually that's not a bad idea, she thought. Hermione quietly snuck over to the side of her bed and grabbed her pair of school shoes and waited. "So… Blaise… How do you like the color purple?" she asked

"I'm not sure how the color purple is relevant to this conversation-" a loud 'Umph' was heard "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" he screamed.

"I was just testing my sanity… yup… still gone." She laughed until her sides were sore. When she finally sobered from her fit of hysterics, she could no longer hear Blaise. Not a breath, a rustle, or even a whimper.

"Blaise? Are you still here?" she asked into the darkness, she said his name one more time as she tried to grab for her wand. A set of arms snaked around her from behind. Hermione could feel the warm body pressed against her back and didn't know whether to be afraid or intrigued. "That was not a very nice thing to do Granger." He whispered in her ear "Didn't your parents ever tell you not to throw things."

"I don't know if you are aware, but my previous parents didn't exactly teach me anything useful…" Hermione tried to move forward to escape his embrace, but to no avail, Blaise had her trapped and was not letting go. "Blaise, I think you should let me go."

"And what would I get if I did that? Ever since you came back this year, you have been the Bain of my existence. Not one day seem to go by, without you causing some kind of chaos, especially to me." Hermione stood very still as she felt the brush of his breath across her cheek. The sensation caused her to feel things tighten in her stomach and ache for more. "You should avoid making me anymore frustrated than you already do."

"Oh? And what if I don't stop?" she questioned.

"I will make you crave me more every day. Make you want to hear my voice, want my touch, and to do things you have never done, little Gryffindor." Blaise removed himself from their embrace and left without making a sound except for the click of the door shutting.

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Days after the unusual confrontation between Hermione and Blaise left her wanting more just like he said. Part of her wanted to throw another shoe at him just for inciting these reactions on her body. He was right, she was frustrated and no, she had never wanted to really par-take in certain activities that so many girls in her year did. Is having sex so bad? She thought. He is very attractive, and the Malfoys seem to have a tight connection with the Zabini's… maybe I should ask someone? No… that would only raise questions as to why I'm even bothering with him; why I'm actually considering the idea of sleeping with anyone. Hermione was in turmoil, she had never felt anything for anyone; not sexually atleast. Sure, she had a slight relationship with Weasley, but apparently that meant nothing to either of them since He seems to think nothing of me.

At breakfast the next morning, A large eagle owl came fluttering down and landed a letter in front of her eggs and bacon, nearly missing the large glass of milk Draco was holding. Taking the letter she noticed it held the family crest on the back, upon opening it read:

Dearest Cassandra,

I am pleased to let you know, that our family will be holding a Ball in your honor this Christmas holiday. There will be many young suitors there for you to meet, and hopefully choose to be courted by. Your Mother seems to be set on making a sizable ordeal about you coming home to us, so you will need to report to Madam Malkin dress shop in hogsmeade to have a dress made for you. I would suggest not wearing Gryffindor colors.

Sincerely,

Your Father.

Cassandra read the letter again to make sure she understood it correctly. A suitor… she had to choose a suitor to be courted by. What was this? The sixteenth century? She knew that being apart of a pure blood family meant she would have to do things differently, but she's not even finished with her school year yet, why would they make her get married already?

Curiously, Draco nabbed the letter out of her hand and took a moment to read it. Handing it back he said, "I'm not surprised, that they would try to get you courted this early." He wiped his mouth and stood up, "just don't be shocked when she finds out that you are a lesbian." In saying so, he smirked and took off running out of the great hall with Cassandra staring gobbed smacked at the rest of the Slytherins staring at her.

"I'm not a lesbian" she said, "he was just saying that to make me angry, is all." She stuttered.

"Don't lie Cassie, we all know you prefer the other field." She swirled around in a mass of fury to yell at the person who said it, only to find Blaise standing behind her. Seeing his obvious Slytherin smirk pasted on his face was the last she wanted to see. As tempting as it was to just knock that smirk right off his face, she was gonna take a different approach.

"Well I suppose I guess I could be a lesbian, it would be better than dating you." She stated loud enough for the rest of the classmates to hear. Blaise lost his smirk, "I do believe that I would rather bone Granger than sleep with you." After he said it, he realized the mistake he made… and she knew it. The only people who knew of Granger and Cassandras dillema was only a few people; and he was one of them.

"Really now?" Cassandra goaded. "because from what I knew of her, she was a dirty mudblood who was nothing more than a walking text book who everyone made fun of, even by her supposed best friends." Now Cassandra was getting pissed. All the anger from the past came rushing back to her and they were even worse now that she no longer had to be her old self. "And believe me, I would know, because I had to listen to that sniveling bitch up until I had to come here, so yes, I do believe that even Granger wouldn't have given you a chance. Even if only to get some nookie for the first time." Cassandra stood up with a broad smile on her face and pranced out of the hall with the whole school watching him avidly.

HGBZ

It was a cold and dreary morning of the Hogsmeade weekend. Cassandra knew that she needed to get to the dress shop before Christmas break arrived, but didn't have any desire to leave the castle. She laid in bed and thought about all the good times she had when she would go to all the little shops in town with the boys. Laughing and playing, hell there was even fighting… but it was always in a friendly manner. What happened to her life? She use to be so happy here, looked to this castle as a place of freedom for month at a time away from her family. Now the freedom is all hers… and she's bored. Hopping out of bed at full force, she came up with a fabulous idea. Giggling and jumping around, she quickly got dressed and ran down to the great hall for breakfast.