A/n Wow 52 reviews for a chapter! ThanX to all those who reviewed. I LUV yA aLL!

I know that Hermione is OOC but it is needed and the cheerleading part is only on chap.1, I won't torture you anymore. I promise! Honest!

Neweiz, yes, porkypop, I'm a filipina. All that hard work I did wasn't a waste of time I met a couple of Pinoys/ Pinays out there… E- mail me if you want to know who (cool_kid_189@hotmail.com )

Disclaimer: same as chap.1

A/n TO ALL THOSE WHO REVIEWED AND WILL REVIEW this one is for you…

All you have to know about this chapter/story:

They are 7th years including Ginny

They have a TV in their dorm brought to you by the one and only … Miss Perfect

They can go out anywhere they want on weekends.

They have a senior poll exclusive for 7th years only

They have a school paper: Hogwarts Daily

Hermione's boyfriend is Blaise (sorry, it has to be a friend of Malfoy)

And yeah 1 more thing…

Prof. Snape is married to Prof. McGonagall *grins madly*

A/n Here goes… Wish me luck…

Chapter 2

"What is it with you two?" Lavander asked as we were taking a shower in the locker room. "I've never seen a guy get under your skin the way Malfoy does."

"It's simple." I said. "We can't stand each other."

"I think he's cute.' Said Parvati.

" You think every body's cute," Ginny cut in. " I bet you'll even go out with Goyle if he asked."

" Malfoy and Goyle aren't exactly from the same category," Lavander protested. "Goyle's from another planet."

" Yeah,' Parvati said, " I know a lot of girls who would kill for the chance to go out with Malfoy."

"Yeah, kill themselves because they went out with him." I muttered.

"You really don't like him do you?" Ginny peered at me through the billows of steams.

" I hate him!"

" Well, there is this saying, the more you hate the more you love." Parvati said in a singsong voice.

" Even if you turn Malfoy upside down, I still wouldn't like him," I assured her. " And I'm sure the feeling is mutual. We can't even look at each other without getting into an argument."

Lavander interrupted. "It sounds romantic. Like Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn." Lavander was a fan of late night TV shows.

"The two of you are both too stubborn to admit that you could probably like each other." Said Ginny.

"Somebody has to start first," Parvati joined in " It might as well be you."

I made a loud, strangled noise. "Will you guys please let up? What is this – Down to Hermione Day."

" Don't be so sensitive," Lavander said. " You know we like just he way you are. If it weren't for stubbornness, we wouldn't have won the first place in the cheerleading regionals. You never gave our aching muscles a break."

We'd gotten of the shower and toweled ourselves.

"Speaking of competition," yelled Ginny above the whirl of Lavander's hair drying spell. "I heard that the senior poll are coming out in this week's edition of Hogwarts Daily."

"I'll bet Hermione wins the Smartest," Parvati speculated.

Lavander looked up from rubbing lotion on her leg. "Unless they could come up with a new category for Most Sadistic. Ouch! I'll be lucky if I can walk in the morning."

I was silent as I finished getting dressed.

" Is Blaise taking you to the ball?" Lavander asked me on our way to the Gryffindor Common Room.

I shrugged. "I guess so. He hasn't really asked. He just assumes I know he's going to."

I'd only been dating Blaise since the beginning of the year, but sometimes I felt as if we'd known each other for a long time. Blaise is a real dynamo. Everything comes easily to him, so he just takes a lot for granted – including me.

Lavander gave me one of her funny looks that told me she was in the verge of asking me question I might not like. I was right.

" Do you really love Blaise?" She asked." Kick me in the shins for saying so, but it just seems like you two are just, I don't know – too perfect, somehow. Like you never fight. Your relationship is predictable. It's like pancakes and maple syrup.'

"What?"

I shouldn't have been surprised, really. Lavander was always coming up with these strange ideas. Like the time when she dared me to go to Hogsmaede in my pajamas. I did, but she accused me of cheating because I wore a coat.

"Okay, what do you think of when someone says pancakes? Maple Syrup, right? It's like you always know when you eat pancakes you always put maple syrup on top."

"Huh?"

"Pancakes with peanut butter and whipped cream!" she cried, flinging her arms open not noticing people looking at her. " Pancakes and rocky road ice cream! I don't know anything – something different. Something exciting and unpredictable. Isn't that what love is all about?"

"I never heard love being compared to pancake and peanut butter."

"Well, do you know what I mean or don't you?" She asked me.

I sighed. " Yeah, well, I guess in the fireworks department, Blaise and I aren't exactly up there with you and Ron."

They were always either in a fight or making up. I 'd never known one of their break-ups to last more than a couple of hours.

Lavander grinned sheepishly. " Well, at least no one could accuse us boring."

"That's for sure!"

Lavander said as she looped an affectionate arm around my shoulders. " I'm sorry if I seem to be getting in your case. I guess it's not my business. I just to be sure that you are really happy."

I thought for about a minute, then said,

" Well, at least I don't think that I'm unhappy."

"Do Blaise's kisses set you on fire?"

" Lavander!"

" Well, do they?"

" Lavander, stop it!"

We were laughing so hard we could hardly walk straight. Prof. McGonagall passed by and gave us one of her famous shut-up-or-else looks.

" Do you think Prof. Snape's kisses ever set Prof. McGonagall on fire?" I whispered to Lavander when she was gone.

" Sure they do," Lavander said, trying to keep a straight face. But her lips were twitching like crazy, and tears of wild laughter were forming on the corners of her eyes. " Just like the burning of Atlanta in Gone with the Wind."

" Lavander, you're hopeless," I said laughing "Positively hopeless."

Our laughter died down slowly as we reached the portrait hole. I thought about what Lavander said with my relationship with Blaise. I hate to admit it, she was right – our relationship was a little on the boring side. And, also, his kisses weren't exactly like the burning Atlanta. A good marshmallow fire, maybe. But I like it that way – or that was what I told myself.

Our relationship is safe, no surprises.

Surprises make nervous.

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