I'm happy to post my novels on this site, I'm not a native English speaker so a lot of my grammar semantics may be wrong, if you have any doubts feel free to point them out, I'd really appreciate comments, thanks!

you may be wondering why there is such a long gap between the Quidditch match and the rescue of Sirius, that's because I needed to stretch that time to tell my story. Thanks for reading!

The pairings in this story are blaimione, theomione and dramione, in no particular order. They will only have emotional lines with Hermione and I hope no other pairing comments will be posted in my review, thank you very much.

Blaise Zabini

"Well ... that's a bit odd, isn't it?"

My friend woke me up early in the morning on the weekend and said this to me, after a long hemming and hawing.

"Hey mate," I said dryly as I barely lifted my eyelids and lay haggard and helpless across the bed for a long moment of contemplation, rolling over towards him with all my strength, "you do know that if you don't tell me anything I'll just have to reply with 'oh yeah mate as you can imagine, this whole thing is really damn weird, now leave me alone and let me sleep' is that right?"

My friend lapsed into silence, the pale, faded face contrasting the dark circles under his eyes ever more heavily.

"You know, it's really kind of odd." He said at last, his voice stuck like a spell made when his magic was low, and it really uncharacteristic of his usual the noon table, my friend, Draco, head hung low, breathlessly toying with the poor fork with the sausage provided for today's lunch - I don't know why he took sausage, I mean, um, he doesn't like that, you know- "You know," he added, "normal people aren't supposed to feel good about their abusers just because they've been punched in the face, are they ...?"

He even used an indefinite question mark!

" Pfft-"

Along with the coughing sound of my pumpkin juice spewing out was the cold voice of Theodore sitting to my right, "Why not? That punch she threw was damn sexy, the look on her face as she gritted her teeth, her angry eyes, the force of her fist punching in the face-"

Draco shouted, "Theodore Nott don't you dare-"

Theodore said icily, "Well, I'm just repeating what some people said yesterday."

Draco blushed, "That's impossible, I don't have that impression-" Your voice trails off, man, that's not a good sign.

Theodore slapped a book down heavily on the table, "Okay, so it seems that you weren't the one who rushed to my ear in a drunken frenzy yesterday to passionately express his frenzied love for Granger, nor were you the one who grabbed my book as soon as he saw me ignore him and forced himself to write her name over and over again with unfadeable ink."

"Hey, hey, hey guys," I held up my hands to my ears, signalling the damage they were doing to an outsider, "that's not nice, is it? Losing your manners and barking at each other like rabid dogs in this public place," they both stared at me grimly, "And just look up and you can see the expression on Head's face as he glares at us - wait, Granger?" I almost choked, "You mean that shaggy lion Granger!?"

Draco's eyes fluttered as Theo stared at him angrily, clutching the precious book.

Merlin what is all this about? What the hell happened yesterday after I passed out drunk? Couldn't stand the fact that there was still the latest gossip in this school that I didn't know about, I yelled.

Draco's eyes gradually changed to panic and Theo shrank back, I realised something was wrong but it was too late, "Snap!", I turned back stiffly, and the head, who we had just sat in the far seat like impatient bats in a bright space, was already standing behind me, holding a book of papers painted with angry comments - which I realized(and painfully at the same time), were mine - and slapping me on the head.

"Mr. Zabini, disrupting public order, come to my side next Monday and collect a detention." He faked a smile.

I swallowed, "... Yes, sir."

"Look on the bright side," Draco sympathised, "at least he didn't deduck our points, don't you think."

"Oh, shut up Malfoy," Theo said, "As if it could get any worse than that."

Hermione Granger

I really don't understand!

As I stood in Professor Snape's darkened office slicing slugs, all I could think about was "Why is he so unfair?! Slytherin is making a scene at the dinner table while I'm just raising my hand to answer a question in class, and at the end we' re both in detention together!" It was like it was the first day I knew he was biased.

" Sucks, it could get any worse ... Granger."

Across the table Zabini muttered without looking up.

As if he thought I didn't think so. Merlin, detention with people with blood discrimination.

"I don't know about that, Zabini," I shot back sarcastically, "considering you're a Slytherin, I think having to go back and look at Malfoy's ugly face after detention is the worse thing."

"... wow," he said curiously as he blinked and stared up at me thoughtfully, "you just said 'Malfoy's ugly face' ... Do you know how many people in Slytherin have been hopelessly obsessed with him since first year?"

I'm sure wizards who grew up cooped up obsessing over a lot of fresh faces when they were first exposed to the outside world. I didn't know if he was having some trouble with his ears, but in any case his blind friendship with Malfoy was truly breath-taking.

"Yes," I said simply, "the only thing in my whole body that I can be hopelessly attracted to him is my fists."

Zabini looked like he was on the verge of choking with laughter. Professor Snape behind the desk threw a cold death ray at us and we quickly silenced ourselves and looked down to continue the slug splitting business.

"Oh, Granger ..." he murmured weakly.

The slugs left shiny goo on the dragonskin gloves.

"Hey, Granger?"

The slug wriggled dramatically, dying in my hand.

"Hello - Granger -"

I sliced down, after which a sinewy hand reached out of my sight and waved it in front of my eyes.

"What the hell are you-" I slapped him away with an annoyed slap, suddenly freezing in reaction, "... Why aren't you wearing gloves? "

"Um, what?" Zabini's reaction was a little delayed.

"You, gloves." I gestured towards him with a twist of my wrist.

"Uh, I took them off? Why are you greeting people with gloves on?" I looked at him suspiciously and he kept an innocent expression before flashing a fake smile, "Granger, you're so impolite."

I swear what had him harassing me for half a day must have been more than just to taunt me for being impolite.

"Ha-ha," I said dryly, "That's funny, it's just the first time I've seen a Slytherin be polite to me."

Zabini laughed and shook her head, "I doubt it."

After dealing with the pile of slugs, we were shooed out of Professor Snape's office. He looked very dissatisfied with the two of us and I think half of it was due to Zabini's spli... ah no, very poor cutting technique.

"Mr. Zabini, Miss Granger, I've given you detention so that you could reflect on your mistakes, not ..." Zabini cleared his throat and mimicked, "like reckless trolls ..."

"Treating my office like your little romance world-" I picked up angrily, "as if there was even the slightest possibility that the two of us would develop romantic feelings."

"Oh," Zabini paused, and I got a very bad feeling, "why not? I mean," he shrugged, "it's not so bad after all, is it?"

"..." I stared at him dumbfounded.

"Now, Granger, do you need a ride back to the common room?" He said playfully, taking a step back and bowing comically towards me.

I began to think seriously about the possibility that he had just mistakenly consumed Amortentia in the Potions office. Er, or maybe the Felix Felicis? It was almost like he was drunk.

Theodore Nott

Malfoy almost went crazy.

Ever since Zabini came back from detention and flippantly told him "Granger's really not bad", he's been going crazy in the common room.

"I can't understand ...!" He said angrily, "The other day you were telling me that even if she was good, she had a bloody problem, making fun of me for liking to dig in the mud and eat!"

" Is it?" Zabini whistled, "And then you said you just ate randomly to pad your stomach?"

Malfoy looked even angrier, "That's what I said about sausages!"

Honestly, he looks almost like he's been drinking now, I think he might not even know what letters he's cobbled together in his gibberish. I mean Zabini. But Malfoy applies too.

I couldn't stay in this common room, there was no way I could study for my exams, but the curfew was approaching. I had no choice but to go back to my Dormitory and throw myself head first into bed in despair. Outside, the sound of Malfoy and Zabini's annoying bickering continued - oh, they've lowered their voices now, it seems there's still a little sense of shame after all.

Malfoy's roar came in intermittently, "I didn't say I-"

Merlin's socks ... could it get any worse than this.

Bloody Malfoy. Bloody Zabini.

…And bloody Granger.

I quickly realised that it was premature to say that it could indeed be worse. Like when you sleep late last night, there's a huge chance you'll be late for your classes today. When I hurried to my Ancient Runes class, there was only one seat left in the entire classroom.

It was next to Granger.

... sucks.

I sat down with a pile of books that I had put on my pillow before going to bed last night on my desk and Granger stared at me oddly, "The only thing you need to use in this class is the Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms and the Rune Dictionary."

I snapped back, "Maybe some people just want to bring more books so they can go straight to the library after class instead of making a trip back to the dorm, great Miss Granger?"

Surprisingly she didn't get angry, she just gave me a look like I was a fool(damn, she was just showing her extra sympathy for the patient), "Oh, of course I understand. I usually keep them in my bag though."

I'm not going to tell her I came to class in a hurry and forgot my bag.

Professor Babbling hands out the translation assignments for the day, listing the difficult points covered from the lectern, and the classroom erupts in a flurry of page turning and note taking. The gentle morning sun casts in through the window and the smell of grass, parchment and ink fills my seat when Granger, next to me, pulls me in, "Hey, Nott, your spelling-"

I turned my head to look at her blankly.

"Looks like you almost fell asleep." She said slowly, and I felt the sleepiness hit me even harder in that slow tone. She stared at me and, for a moment, tugged tentatively at my notebook. I obediently brought my arm up and she pulled my book over and corrected a word.

I think she must have OCD.

"Nott," Granger called out to me as the bell rang, "can I borrow your copy of Selected Explanations of Advanced Rune? There are only three copies in the library and they're all out on loan."

Explaining in advance that I didn't really want to lend it to her, and that borrowing a book was an absolute pain in the ass that anyone who didn't want to get into trouble should wisely decline - then I nodded, dammit. What the hell was I thinking?

Granger carefully pulled the copy of Selected Explanations of Advanced Rune from the middle of my stack of books, and then another book fell smoothly down in her movement, the cover lifted and the inside pages flipped extremely fast in the wind from the window - crap, I suddenly remembered - -

"..." Granger immediately turned his head to look at me in shock.

Damn, damn, damn, everything sucks, it's only now that I've suddenly remembered that last night I'd tucked that copy of The Genealogy of Wizards since the Middle Ages next to my pillow with it, O Merlin what the hell was I thinking ...

Could everything be any worse? Me. A Slytherin. Holding a book that I knew unthinkingly was heavily advocating the superiority of then I had that book (and I had to accept the sad fact that it did look that way to others) densely filled with the names of the most well-known muggle-born witches in the whole school.

Bloody Malfoy.

"Hey, Granger," I stuttered, "it's not like that, just let me explain-"

The dull look in her eyes told me she couldn't even hear my misplaced explanation.

Bloody Malfoy.

I cursed again in my mind.

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