I'm baaaaack! I've been away for a week, but I'm back, and I'm writing again. Hopefully, my chapters will be longer than the last one.

I've gotten a few complaints that Hermione is OOC. This, my friends, is intentional. I want her to be OOC. This isn't one of he most serious stories I've ever written, since my insane sense of humour shines through every crack, so Hermione being OOC in this is just helping the plot. If it offends you, please don't read.

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Gryffindors are brave, heroic, noble minded, and so on and so forth. One of their lesser known traits is their ability to be extremely stubborn when the situation calls for it. And hat was a trait Hermione employed often during the ´war´ with Blaise Zabini.

Blaise on the other hand, he did everything possible to make her look like a fool in front of everyone else, and he more often than not succeeded. However, Hermione wasn't far behind in embarrassing him, and Gryffindor and Slytherin lost more points during the ´war´ than they ever had before.

Over the first week, the teachers began to notice, and tried to hand out detentions, but since neither of the two actually broke the rules, they couldn't. As long as insults didn't reach the level of words like Mudblood, they were no cause for detention, and sarcastic comments, however annoying, were not severe enough to warrant more than a few points taken off.

The only teacher who seemed to remain oblivious was Snape. Probably it was because they didn't dare do anything too harsh in his class. Besides, he would hand out detention whatever the reason was, however flimsy the excuse and neither of them wanted that precious time away from their warfare.

However, the war took an unexpected turn one faithful morning in Potions class, when everyone was paired off to work on a project. Seeing as the Gryffindors were already paired off together, and Hermione was left over...

"Granger and Zabini." Snape called out.

Blaise stared at him in horror, as did Hermione, and neither budged from their seat, although they should be moving. Snape glared impatiently at them, but still neither of them moved.

"What is it?" He snapped finally.

"Sir, if you hate me, you could just tell me so." Blaise said slowly.

"Besides, sir, did you know that torture is outlawed?" Hermione asked.

"Enough! Get to work or I'll give both of you detention!" Snape hissed, still glaring.

Reluctantly, they started to work on the potion of the day, which, woolly incidentally, turned out to be Polyjouice Potion. Hermione bit back a grin as she began to shred the boomslang skin without even reading the instructions first; she knew them by heart. Blaise threw her a curious look, but quickly followed.

They were finished ahead of the rest of the class, soon followed by Ron and Harry, who were beaming proudly at having finished such a complicated potion without mishap. Blaise and Hermione sat back and stared at the two vials in front of them, filled with the revolting potion.

"You know, it's disgusting; I'll have to turn into you, of all people." Blaise commented off-handily.

"Likewise." Hermione glared.

Blaise only snorted and returned to staring at the vials. They had yet to pull out a hair each, but since there were still students who weren't finished, there was no rush to do so.

Slowly but surely, everyone finished. Snape walked through the classroom, checking every cauldron, stopping to glare suspiciously at Harry and Ron's potion, but didn't take or give any points.

"You can all add the last ingredient." He announced, and sat down behind his desk to watch them with a decidedly evil smirk on his face.

"Well, hand me a hair then." Hermione told Blaise.

Blaise however, only stared at her, as if she'd spoken in Arabian. Hermione tapped her fingers on the desk, waiting for him to do something, but he just sat there staring.

"I beg your pardon? A hair?" He finally got out.

"Yes, stupid. A hair. It's the final ingredient. Just pluck one out and be done with it." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"What? No way!" Blaise exclaimed, but Hermione moved to fast.

She leaned over and put a hand on his collar to steady herself, and quickly plucked a hair from his head. He jerked away at her touch, but she managed to do what she set out to do, and dropped the black hair in her potion. When she was done, she handed him a hair of her own. He stared at her, but took it gingerly and dropped it in his own potion.

"Well, cheers, I guess." Hermione said, picking the vial up.

"Yeah, cheers." Blaise agreed, as they gulped the foul tasting liquid.

A minute later found the having switched seats, or so it seemed. Blaise stared down at his hands, which had grown, to him at least, so tiny. They were stained with ink, and nearly half the size of his own. He looked over at Hermione, and nearly fell out of his seat.

The shock if seeing his own eyes staring back at him, looking both uncomfortable and amused, was large to say the least. It was strange, looking at him self like that; it was nothing like a mirror at all, since mirrors showed you exactly how you looked, while now, when Hermione was actually wearing his face, she had a woolly different expression than the one he wore. But he could hear his thoughts spinning out of control, and reined them in.

"My, I really should have gotten up earlier; it would have given me time to brush my hair properly." Hermione-turned-Blaise muttered.

"I would make a sarcastic comment, if I had the energy to." Blaise-turned- Hermione shot back. "But I won't. I will merely extend my condolences to you on your apparent; I might even say obvious, lack of womanly attributes."

He watched her, or himself, turn white, and then red, and then white again, before she clenched her fist and punched him on the nose. Seeing as she had the advantage of his larger hands and superior strength, his nose broke with a crack.

He clapped his hands over his, or her, nose, and gritted his teeth. He would not cry out, had she broken his nose ever so much. She was glaring at him furiously, while he tried to stop the blood flowing from his nose.

"What the hell is going on?" Snape roared.

Neither of the two answered, as speaking was a pain to Blaise, and Hermione was too enraged to form words. Thankfully, having brewed a slightly less powerful version of the Polyjuice Potion, its effects were already stating to fade. Hermione could feel her hair getting longer and her height diminishing, while watching similar changes in the boy in front of her.

When they were back to their normal appearances, Hermione noticed that her hand was hurting. Apparently, she had dislocated something while punching Blaise. Snape was shouting at them, probably deducting house points, but neither of them cared; they were too busy glaring at each other to notice.

"And off with you to the infirmary! If I ever see this kind of behaviour in my class again, you will be expelled!" Snape finished his rant.

Reluctantly, the two of them got up and exited the classroom, leaving behind a very confused class and a raving professor, who took his anger out on poor Neville Longbottom.

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"You really ought to apologize for that you know."

Blaise stared at Hermione, disbelief written clearly on his face, still with one hand over his poorly abused nose. She was holding her hand, looking rather pained, but it was her words that made his jaw want to drop through the damn floor.

"Apologize?" He asked, voice muffled by his broken nose, "Apologize? You broke my effing nose!"

"You earned that!" She snapped, getting angry again.

"I was only telling the bloody truth! You broke my nose!" He repeated for emphasis.

"Yes I did, and I'd do it again if I had the opportunity! You deserved a broken nose!" She was almost shouting now.

"Oh, did I? Did I? You should thank your lucky star that I've got enough honour left in my boy not to beat you senseless!" Blaise shouted back.

"Honour? You don't even know how to spell honour!" Hermione bit back.

"And you don't know how to spell tact, but apparently, that doesn't matter!"

"Stop screaming!"

They spun around and set eyes on Madame Pomfrey, who was standing in the doorway to the infirmary, looking rather annoyed. Whatever words they were about to shout died on their lips, and they stood there silently.

"What happened here?" The nurse asked as she stared at the blood stains on Blaise's robes.

"Accident in Potions." Hermione informed her, massaging her hand with a pain grimace.

"Accident? Who are you kidding; you broke my nose!" Blaise exclaimed.

"She did what?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

The nurse looked from the tall Slytherin boy to the Gryffindor girl, who was decidedly on the small side, looking as if she had never heard anything so ludicrous. If Hermione would even be able to reach Blaise's nose, she would be able to punch him that was for certain.

"Polyjuice Potion." Was all Hermione said.

"Oh, come in then." The nurse said. "I can't believe how Severus manages to get at least one student to the infirmary every lesson."

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Arctic weather would have been warm compared to the temperature in the infirmary, as Blaise and Hermione sat on two beds, facing each other. Hermione had a bandage stuck over her hand, but Blaise appeared unharmed, with the exception of the formerly grey, now red-stained, sweater he was wearing.

Madame Pomfrey had patched them up and ordered them to stay in the hospital wing for half an hour, until the after effects of the healing potion wore off. Needless to say, neither of them was very pleased about it. In fact, saying they were displeased would be missing out on an opportunity to use the word enraged.

They were just having a glaring match when Harry and Ron entered the infirmary. Neither of the two shifted their gaze, but Blaise put his finger on the bridge of his nose, and gritted his teeth. Hermione snorted softly, and fingered the bandages on her hand.

"You still haven't apologized." She commented, ignoring her best friends.

"And I won't; you're the one who should apologize, seeing as you broke me nose. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Blaise replied.

"And I keep telling you that you deserve that broken nose. When will I get through your thick scull?" She didn't even try to sound particularly nasty.

"My scull is not as thick as yours; at least I have enough sense not to punch a Slytherin in front of Snape." Blaise shot back, sounding rather bored.

"You'd get away with it even if you did." Hermione shrugged. "But be glad Snape sent us to the infirmary; else you'd even look like him."

"Even with a broken nose, there's no way I'd look like Snape. I know about family resemblance and all that jazz, but the only thing we have in common is the height and the hair colour." Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"You're related to him? Poor Snape." Hermione shot back at him, raising an eyebrow herself.

"Poor Snape? Yeah, sure, I'd be pretty miserable if I looked like that as well." Blaise shrugged. "And look, time's up. We can leave."

Hermione got to her feet and walked to the door, leaving Blaise sitting on the bed. Harry and Ron looked uncertainly at the Slytherin boy, who growled, making them quickly decide to follow Hermione.

Hermione turned as she reached the door, and looked at him thoughtfully.

"We'll see how you feel at the end of the year; I might even come to you funeral, Baldrick." She said, smirking, before turning back again and exiting.

"Don't call me Baldrick!" Blaise shouted after her.

But even as the door fell shut, he was smiling slightly. Not many had the nerve to punch him and then demand an apology, no matter how cruel he had been. Against his will, he was beginning to like their little fights. Even if she did call him Baldrick.

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"What was that?" Ron asked as soon as they were out of the infirmary, even though he knew about Hermione's little war.

"What was what? I just told him I'd be coming to his funeral." Hermione shrugged.

"But you called him Baldrick!" Harry broke in.

"That, Harry, is what is commonly called a ´inside joke´. I'm sure you've heard of the concept." Hermione smiled.

"But Baldrick?"

"Never mind, Harry, never mind." Hermione chuckled.

She dragged them down to the Great Hall, where lunch was just about to begin. Maybe it had something to do with spending ten minutes as a teenage boy, but she was famished, and since today's lunch was lasagne, one of her favourites, she couldn't wait to get down there.

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Blaise sat down at the Slytherin table, and smiled broadly when he saw the food in front of him; lasagne, his favourite. But no matter how good cooks the House Elves were, they couldn't beat his mother's lasagne, which she only made sometimes, when she had time over.

He began eating happily; ignoring the looks he got from his classmates as he tucked in. His nose still hurt a bit, and he was going to be wearing that thin scar across the bridge of it, caused by his own hands adorned with the family crest ring, for the rest of his life, but aside from that, he was fine.

Despite having had his nose broken, the day so far had been entertaining. The look on Hermione's, or rather his, face when he made that comment was almost worth the pain of a broken nose. Not that he enjoyed being punched, mind you.

The fact that she had punched him in front of Snape only served to prove that she was, after all evidence of the opposite, a true Gryffindor. Or maybe she was merely a very good actor. Surely no Gryffindor would ever plot and scheme their revenge like she had done. Nor would they ever carry the plans out, because their nobility and honour would surely stop them from stepping out of line.

"Hey Blaise, I heard you were punched by a girl! And that cow Granger, no less." Malcolm Baddock snickered from down the table.

"Wherever did you get that foolish idea?" Blaise asked. "It was I who punched me."

"What?" Baddock asked, chucking uncertainly.

"We were making Polyjuice Potion in class today, and she was wearing my appearance when she punched me. Ergo, it was I who punched me." Blaise explained cheerfully. "Besides, Draco can testify she packs one hell of a punch, in her own body or not. Having my fists only added to it."

"Why did she hit you anyway?" Theodore Nott broke in.

"I'm not quite sure of that as of yet." Blaise admitted, although he knew it to be a lie, "I only made some comments about her appearance, which I was unlucky enough to be wearing, and she blew up."

"You had to pair up with Granger?" Baddock asked, apparently shocked.

"Yes." Blaise answered, and went back to his eating.

Across the hall, he could see Hermione eating her lunch very enthusiastically. She seemed to be enjoying the food just as much as he was. Potter and Weasley were asking about something, probably why she'd hit him in class, but she only answered them occasionally, concentrating on her food.

He smiled slightly, and looked down at his plate. It was going to be an interesting few months till Graduation. Hopefully, both of them would still be standing by then.

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Ending Notes; yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it's terribly OOC for Hermione to punch him, but my muse ran away with the story and refused to give it back. Hope you enjoyed it.