A/N: Chapter 11 is here! E n j o y :)

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DISCLAIMER: Draco's MINE! Not! Damn. He belongs to JKR, just like all others.

Piercing Eyes

Chapter 11: Holy plan, all going wrong!

During potions I had the feeling that my plan could be fulfilled quite easily. Hell, I hadn't known Blaise Zabini was after me, but he obviously was. While Malfoy was furiously whispering something in his right ear, Blaise just nodded, and kept looking my way. He smiled slightly, almost dreamily, and I giggled inwardly.

A Slytherin and dreamy?

Who would have thought that?

Malfoy soon noticed that his friend didn't pay any attention to their conversation, so he followed Blaise's gaze and soon glared and me. Then he sneered. And I sneered back. And of course stupid Professor Snape noticed.

"10 points from Gryffindor for not paying attention. I warned you, Ms Granger."

Here we go again. I simply nodded and looked into my Potions Textbook. Malfoy was such an ass.Hitting me, insulting me, glaring at me, kissing me. I didn't want to think about what else he was up to. The git! Kissing me just like that. As if I was some sort of whore, who would jump at him willigly right away. Bah. I really hoped he got a glimpse of that note,too. I was sure it would piss him off.

'Blaise', it had said, 'I have been watching you for a while, and I'd love to meet you. Alone, I mean. Astronomy Tower, midnight? If that's not alright contact me. If you agree with it, simply nod. Hermione'

And surely enough he nodded excitedly. Surprise, surprise.

Heh.

Somehow I managed to live through another horrible potions period. It was a nightmare, really. Even though I knew everything - and I mean everything - about all the potions we were doing, Snape always managed to take points off Gryffindor. He especially seemed to love taking them from me. It probably gave him some sick satisfaction, making the famous know-it-all bookworm suffer.

Bookworm?

Hah!

I'd show everyone my true self.

When walking out of the dusky potions classroom, Malfoy glared at me angrily and hissed. "What do you think your doing, Granger?"

I smirked, which annoyed a bit, knowing that smirking was his trademark. "What are you talking about, Malfoy dear?" Malfoy reddened. Obviously he hated being called any nicknames, and I saw my chance to annoy his ass off. "Why don't you explain it to me, sweetheart."

"Oh you bitch!" Malfoy exclaimed fiercely. "You know what I'm talking about.What do you want from Blaise Zabini? You're just using him aren't you?"

"Look who's talking!" I still grinned. "Might want to ask your ex-girlfriends what you did for the past few years."

"It has nothing to do with that, and you know it. I'll tell him anyway."

"You do that, honey, and see if he believes you." I winked at him - enjoying my new and not-so-bookish attitude very much - and walked away with swinging hips.

*****

"Blaise, you can't meet her." I said, shaking my chin stubbornly.

"And care to explain why, dearest Draco." Blaise replied, rather cooly, although a bit miffed by my sudden abruptness.

Why? I didn't even know that myself. Thinking about Granger meeting with Blaise Zabini somehow made me feel all uncomfortable inside. She probably didn't know what she had gotten herself into. Meeting at a deserted place with that perverted , cruel hearted, mean - git?

I almost had to laugh.

Wasn't that was Granger always called me?

She obviously exaggerated my reputation, and underestimated Blaise's. I souldn't care at all, but somehow I felt the urgent need to talk Zabini out of it.

"She's a Gryffindor for god's sake. She's Weasley's best friend, and you really wouldn't want to cop a blow in the head from him, trust me . And she doesn't want you. She's just using you."

Blaise just snickered. "Draco. Do I hear a little jealousy there? You know, it's not my fault that you feel too high and mighty for every chick. And additionally I don't give a shit about anything you just listed. As long as I get a good shag, I'm fine with everything else."

Unexpectedly I felt sick, imagining Blaise getting it off with Granger. I suddenly was sure she would never want to go that far - hell, she had even slapped me for a simple kiss - but Blaise certainly wouln't be content with anything else. No, Granger had absolutely no idea, what she had gotten herself into. I shouldn't care I really shouldn't. In fact, I should laugh about it, and tell Blaise to have fun.

"Well then, uh, have fun." So I did, and gave a fake chuckle.

But deep inside, I still had this nagging feeling, that I should help her get out of her own disaster. I am going soft.

Again.

*****

I sat in the common room, trying to talk calmly with Ron and Harry. Trying, that is. It was a normal conversation, until I nonchalantly mentioned the date with Blaise Zabini later that night. The second I had finished the sentence, both of them had practically jumped at me in shock, and ever since that moment they had tried to talk me into staying away from Zabini and out of meeting up with him.

"'Mione!" Ron wailed again. "You can't go on a bloody date with bloody Zabini! That's almost as bad as bloody Malfoy!" (heehee i like that, i think its funny)

"First of all, Ron, you overuse that certain swear word way too much." I replied, pulling out my bossy tone on purpose. "And secondly, I can date whomever I want! You don't ask me for permission either, do you? If you have, I never seemed to have heard you!"

"It's not the same, Hermione!" Harry interfered. "He's a Slytherin, and one with a very bad reputation! He's probably been in bed with ninety-nine percent of the girls above 5th grade!"

"So?" I asked mockingly. "You know what? It's none of your damn business! I can do what I want! And if I wanted to jump into Malfoys bed for my own pleasure, you could do nothing about it!"

Seeing their atonished faces, I grinned, but inwardly I sighed deeply. 'jump in Malfoy's bed for my own pleasure'. Where had that come from? I was fighting with my best friends about my date with Zabini, and ended up talking about sex with Malfoy. Argh. I really really needed to get him out of my system.

My outburst had stopped our conversation for good, and shortly before midnight I finally left for the Astronomy Tower. Walking alone through the cold, dark hallways I suddenly didn't feel so sure of myself anymore. I constantly thought someone was following me, watching me, but everytime I turned around no one was there. My breathing got very sharp. Maybe that confident-Hermione act hadn't been such a good idea at all? And meeting Zabini alone? I should've tried to just ignore Malfoy, instead of hooking up with some other Slytherin.

Well, I had made my own decision, now I had to end my plan. I was a Gryffindor after all. I would just kiss Zabini a bit, realize that the bad boy thing doesn't appeal to me me as much as I thought, and then leave and go to bed.

As I stepped out onto the balcony of the Astronomy Tower I shivered, the cool night air hitting my bare arms. Why the hell had I decided to wear that bloody skimpy dress?

"You got taste, Granger."

I spun around, looking straight into the deep black, hooded eyes of Blaise Zabini. He really looked like a bad boy, and a very handsome one as well. His eyes were darker than any I'd seen before. Not brown, but actually black, framed by long black eyelashes. He had sharp, edgy features, surrounded by nightly black chin-length hair.

"Hi." I just said. Not wanting to waste any more time, I stepped forward, grabbing the back of Zabini's neck and pulled him towards me, pressing my lips onto his. And I felt absolutely nothing. How in god's name, I wondered, is it possible to feel on fire when kissing Malfoy, and with Zabini it feels like being in a liplock with a stone statue? Why couldn't I stop thinking of Draco after kissing him, and while kissing Zabini, I could only think of getting away as fast as possible.

Then I gasped. While I had only been pondering about Malfoy, Zabini had let out a loud moan, and started to unzip the dress at my back.

"Zabini!" I wailed angrily, pushing him away. Looking up at his face, he suddenly reminded me alot of Snape. He had the same dripping sneer on his damn face. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh you know that, Granger." He smirked, running a cold hand up and down my waist. "You seemed quite eager too."

And suddenly I got scared. Very, very scared. Why hadn't I listened to Ron and Harry? Why? They had been so right. Of course Zabini had a horrible reputation, especially in relation with girls. I should have considered that. And now I was in the Tower, all alone, with a sex maniac.

"Get away from me!" I said fiercely. He didn't obey, instead stepped closer, and I - trying to escape him backwards - tripped over my own feet. Then I fell and I bumped my head on the cold stone floor. Oh my god, I thought frantically, now I'm lost, absolutely helpless, he can do anything with me.

"I'll show you what happens, when little, innocent girls meet big bad boys at a lonesome place." I heard his cruel, silky voice say. Then "Stupefy!"

I waited for the spell to hit me. Waited for me to be even more defenseless than I was at that moment, waiting for him to take control over me. But it never came. Instead I felt a warm, soft hand – (hadn't his hands been rough and cold?) - wrap around my waist, and another brushing away the hair from my face.

"Are you okay?"

Okay, that definitely wasn't Zabini. It was another guy, though, one with a light but clear voice, and slightly concerned, I noticed. I tried opening my eyes, but all I saw was sparks and stars and a white blur. I could smell him however, He smelled like cinnamon, spicy and alluring. My vision cleared a bit, but still all I saw in front of me was a shape of white and black.

I stretched out one of my hands to touch where I suspected his face. I found his cheek, it felt soft, but hot, and I suddenly heard him take in a sharp breath.

"Who are you?" I asked curiously. "Am I dead? Are you an angel?"

The person in front of me laughed harshly.

"You really must have hit your head hard." He said indifferently. "I never thought I'd experience the day Granger calls me an angel."

Granger? Why would he call me Granger? Only Slytherins call me Granger. And I don't even talk to Slytherins, except for Malfoy and - well, Zabini. It definitely wasn't Zabini. No way. But that'd mean. No, that couldn't be! Impossible wasn't it?

"Umm. Malfoy?!"

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Is it Malfoy? (umm, okay, don't even answer.)

How will Hermione react?

Coming up sooner or later in Chapter 12!