AN: The plot for this fic kinda just struck me like lightening. Seriously. Anyways, I've never done any of this shippers before so I'm experimenting. And yes this isn't my first fic. I've had other accounts on here but because I kept my email inactive the account go deleted or such. But yea, I am hoping I would find a BETA for this story in the process and/or a mentor just to guide me through seeing as sometimes I make no sense at all. Hopefully that's not the case. Well hope you enjoy this first chapter and please excuse any mistakes because I did happen to be wide awake sometime past midnight writing this (spur of the moment). So yes, please do read and give me any feedback you wish, seriously even if its a flame. Oh and see me about being BETA/Mentor if you wish.

Okies, enough of my rambling. Oh, wait here's my disclaimer for the story. Don't want to get sued.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my version of Blaise who in this fic is a guy and also just the weird plot of mine. Oh com'on, its pretty obvious.

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Chapter One

Miserable. That's how she felt. The seventeen-year-old Hermione Granger crossed her arms in a somber posture, as she walked the abandoned hallways of Hogwarts.

She sighed.

It was the first Christmas holidays that she was spending time alone. Both Harry, Ron and even Ginny were off to some sort of Quidditch camp down south. True, they had invited her along but she knew perfectly well that her time there would've matched the time she was here...if not worse. She just didn't fit in these days, at least not about Quidditch of all things.

Never had Hermione found these confined walls of Hogwarts to be so forlorn and empty. Surely there were few students there but most had gone home to spend quality time with their families as their last Christmas was spoiled. Hermione felt a sudden envy towards everyone else. Certainly they did lose a parent to the war but they weren't like Hermione. She lost everyone. Her mum, dad, her whole family gone. Slaughtered. Innocent, defenseless muggles slaughtered by Death Eaters. Hermione had the support from her friends, especially Harry. But even Harry didn't understand, he had never met his parents, it was different for him. As weeks grew, Hermione began to realize that she was a misfit. She just didn't belong. Not with Ron at least.

They had been together for at least a year now. So perfect as it would seem to outsiders. But they had their flaws. At first she ignored it but then the signs grew stronger. She began to suspect that she wasn't the only one. However, Hermione just couldn't come to terms with it. At times, Ron would seem like the perfect boyfriend. She let a single tear slid its way down her cheeks, her hand clutching the letter. The letter had verified all.

Broken as she seems, she continued to ascend up the stairs. Gazing at the marble steps as she walked, she failed to see a figure descending in front of her. Being lost in her thoughts it took her reflexes longer to react as her body clashed with his. She would've fallen a good ten steps or so if it hadn't been for the stranger.

After gathering herself together, Hermione looked up. Her gaze was returned with a concerned look.

"Are you alright?"

"Thank you" Hermione muttered to the Slytherin, before brushing her robes and continued her Journey upwards.

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Blaise Zabini watched as Hermione Granger ascended the stairs. It surprised him just how sad she looked. But as Blaise was about to continue his journey downwards, he caught a glimpse of a scrunched up piece of paper that rested on the marble steps. Figuring it was Hermione's he picked it up and contemplated on whether to open it.

Blaise looked up to see no sign of any students, the stairways was clear. He sat himself down and started opening the piece of paper. His lips parted in shock as he started reading the first few lines.

"The truth is I don't love you anymore Hermione, I mean ever since after the war you are so distant. I couldn't bring myself to talk to you. I'm sorry. It wasn't Lavender's fault."

As he read on, Blaise couldn't help but to feel sorry for her, how could Gryffindors be so traitorous? Blaise was beginning to see that Gryffindors weren't as different from any other house. Their traitorous qualities matched perfectly with the ones of Slytherin. He felt disgusted as people admired Gryffindors so much for their bravery and loyalty.

When he finished reading the paper, he decided to return it back to its rightful owner. As Blaise had no clue where Hermione was heading, he could only assume that it was the Gryffindor common rooms. Even then, he had no idea where it was. But by chance, he soon found what he was looking for. There, seated on top of the final stair was a figure crouched, hands buried in her knees. Blaise knew it was Granger.

It surprised him at first. Hermione Granger, Head Girl of the school, admired by many and best friend of the famous Potter. She seems so strong and so...perfect. But there she was, on top of the stairs, crying her heart out and Blaise knew why. He clutched the letter in his hands as he sat himself down beside her. Hermione briefly looked up, her face covered in tears, she looked liveless. Her brown eyes locked with Blaise's blue ones before he did something that never thought possible.

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Hermione felt a tinge of a tremble run through her as he put his arms around her. The feeling was shocking at first, he was a notorious Slytherin, how could he? But Hermione knew that right now, Blaise Zabini was all that she had. With that, Hermione buried herself in his shirt and cried.

"Weasley doesn't deserve you"

AN: Okies, that's done. Please review? please? Even if its bad. Anywayz, next chapter, the students return from Christmas Holidays. How will Draco react to this?! What about Ron?