An: You guys rock! Seriously, I never expected 16 reviews to turn up! Of course reviews aren't everything but yea you guys really cheered me up but unfortunately as much as I would've wanted to write on Sunday and Monday (It was raining, rainy days are good for the creative mind) well I couldn't because of two assessment tasks that was due on Tuesday. Anyways here's the new chapter. I know it's coming along slowly, but I swear some Draco/Herm-ness and Blaise/Herm. Also, I've found twp BETAs! Decided to have two. Thanks to all who volunteered btw.

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Now on with the show.

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Misfit- Chapter Three

As the cold winter's night drew nearer and the students were well heated inside the walls of the castle, Hermione took the chance to explore the grounds of Hogwarts. It was of peace and quiet. She smiled as she trekked through the pale winter's snow across the windy schoolyard, watching her every step as she progressed. It was cold but Hermione didn't mind, in fact she had many other things that preoccupied her mind, she was already troubled as it is.

As Hermione paced around the frozen lake, her mind rapidly raced through her dilemmas. But that was it; it frustrated her, her inability to solve her worries. How could she ever have the heart to tell Harry and Ron? How would they react? At a sudden thought, Hermione shivered, not because of the cold but because of the possible outcomes that just might come true. It scared her, the thought of losing Harry and Ron; she couldn't endure the thought, not after all those years of friendship.

Hermione sighed. She hated the complication of things, what she hated the most was her inability to resolve her troubles. Nothing is as simple as black and white. Hermione had learnt that the hard way. She had always thought that all that you can achieve, all that can happen and all the answers are clearly written in books. That was perhaps the reason she loved reading. Not only for the adventures it brings but the knowledge, the ability to understand.

She suddenly paused and acknowledged her surrounding. Her feet have taken her to the wonders of the Owlery, as thousands of hoots could be heard as all the owls jumped hoping for a new chance of exercise. Hermione shook her head in answer to their hopeful states, before seating herself down near the window.

It was a beautiful scene from the Owlery. To see the grounds of Hogwarts covered in white snow is just a beauty that would indulge everyone's delight. Hermione watched as tiny flakes of snow fell from the heavenly sky onto the already white shaded grounds. The scene of winter was always amusing. The season itself once startled Hermione's curiosity. But that was the time of her childhood, the time where everything seemed simple and it was. Every answer can be searched up; there was a right and a wrong, nothing too provocative. Those days, books were your best friends, it had the right answers.

Everything was simple and clear. But now, ever since the war, Hermione's life has been thrown into complete confusion. It was like a total shift, not only in herself but also in her environment. And ever since then, Hermione just couldn't feel the connection with the world anymore, she felt like a total misfit. Her sense of belonging crashed that very night. That night when her parents were slaughtered, her defenseless muggle parents, killed by a group of death eaters. Hermione cringed at the memory as she shut her eyes.

After then, she just didn't know. Like a shift in era, she didn't connect, not even with Harry and Ron. Hermione had constantly wished that things return to the way they were, simplistic and optimistic.

But now, each little thing is deeply rooted with another, things are so complex. She sighed again at the thought her First Year. Walls were built almost instantly. There was no question about the hatred of Gryffindors and Slytherins. But after giving it thought, didn't it all seemed futile? Hermione now can't understand this at all, it seemed too puzzling. To Hermione, they are both equal sides with no real differences, yet the thick barrier of hatred is already built ahead of them before they can judge each other by the contents of their character. To Hermione, it makes no sense at all. The books says it 'we must judge each other equally with respect' but life says it 'some things aren't meant to be together'. Hermione just didn't understand.

Leaning against the windowsill, Hermione rested her head and opened her eyes. With a half smile, she thought "I guess some things aren't meant to be understood". With that, she turned and left the Owlery, taking with her a strong sense of doubt.

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"Harry, where's Hermione?" Ron asked as he took a seat opposite Harry in the warm fired common room. Hermione was still nowhere to be seen.

Harry merely shrugged as he gave Ron a searching look. "Ron, you know you need to talk to her. Just tell her you're sorry. I'm sure she'll understand" Harry replied after a brief moment of silence between the two. Hermione was never an easy topic for the two best friends. Harry knew very well exactly what was on Ron's mind, even when Ron hadn't told Harry anything. Lies were hard to get past their years of friendship.

Before Ron could open his mouth to give the weakest argument, Harry added "Just go, I think she's outside taking a walk".

Ron paused before closing his mouth. He knew perfectly well that Harry was right. He did miss Hermione, more than anyone could imagine but how was he going to tell her that? It wasn't the easiest thing to do and with Hermione so distant, it only seemed harder. School had started days ago yet Hermione had never said a proper word to him. It hurt him, the thought of losing Hermione, he felt an instant surge of pain.

"Look, just go find her before it eats you up inside" said Harry, as he sensed Ron's troubles.

After a few more words of persuasion, the sound of Ron's reluctant footsteps diminished as Ron climbed into the portrait hole. Harry, shaking his head as he heard Ron's words of mutter.

"Hermione, where are you?"

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Pansy flickered through the glossy pages of Witchmopolitan as she sat on the green couch opposite the fireplace. As she traced her fingers on a model's fine smooth hair blowing in the wind, she sighed in envy.

True enough, Pansy wasn't as bad looking as in her third year but she wasn't the most beautiful and that, Pansy had to admit. Pansy hated being called "Pug face". Though it happens not so often now, it hurt her; it shot her self-esteem down to zero however she knew that being a Slytherin didn't mean to be weak. But on the inside she was, on the inside she was just Pansy and sometimes, Pansy hated the fact that every time Harry Potter looked at her, it was the look of dislike. She hated the fact that Granger was one the most adored person in Hogwarts, while Pansy was stuck with the nickname of "Pug face Bitch". At times, she hated being in Slytherin, she hated being stereotyped, she hated the fact that people like Harry Potter can't even look at her without thinking that she's a death eater or that she is "evil". She hated the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry. She hates the fact that people will never see outside what you're born to believe.

As a single tear slid down her eye, Pansy quickly wiped it as to prevent anyone from seeing. Slytherins weren't meant to cry, at least that's what she was born to believe. Gathering her thoughts, Pansy flicked the pages of the magazine once again and as she did so, from the corner of her eyes she saw a slight movement. She looked up to see Blaise leave the common room. Bemused for while before you decided to question him.

"Off again are we?" Pansy said raising an eyebrow at him. This caused Draco, who was sitting on the desk, doing his potions essay to notice his best friend Blaise at the exist of the common room. Draco too shot an suspicious look at Blaise.

"uh, yes? It looks like it" Blaise said keeping his calm. He still hasn't told them. To be honest, he didn't know how.

"Well, alright then, I may as well say good night, as I highly doubt you will return anytime earlier than midnight" Pansy responded with a slight smirk placed on her face.

"No, I'll be back soon" He replied, surprised that Pansy had suddenly picked up his irregular activities. Deciding against any more suggestive confrontations, Blaise left the common room.

Both, Draco and Pansy watched as swiftly made a quick exist. Draco could sense Blaise's nerves quiver when Pansy asked. School has started for about a week and yet Draco hasn't found the time to talk to him. It couldn't be that bad…could it? What could've happened to him that he so unwillingly hides from his best friend?

Pansy placed down the Witchmopolitan, whispering something to Draco before she said her good night and made way to the girl's dormitories.

Draco sat there, thinking about what Pansy meant. Her words echoed in his head, over and over again. Could it be true? Pansy's words, Draco didn't know what to feel. Was it true though? Blaise did seem to act strange these days, at times Draco just didn't quite understand him.

Frustrated as Draco's unable to come to a conclusion, perchance he really needed to talk to Blaise this time. Deciding that there was nothing he could do about it now, Draco got up and started to make his way to the boy's dorms, with Pansy's words still lingering in his head.

"Blaise is in love".

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An: Okays that's it for now. Be good and I shall give you an Easter treat. Please review and make my day. Even if its criticism. Oh and if you wish to receive an email to notify you whenever this story is updated please leave your email. Keep a look out for my Friday/Saturday update. If I don't then I may post up reasons on my profile. But yeah, hope you enjoy the story so far. I know it's going rather slowly but it's a build up. Do you guys like the way I've characterized Pansy? I know it's a bit different to the usual "Draco's all mine, I'm a slut" personality but I thought I would be different and not create a clichéd Pansy. Tell me what you think.