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A/N- Hello to y'all! And a happy day isn't it? I'm in a really good mood and I don't know why. It might have something to do with the fact that I saw my crush today and discovered that he looks great in a tux. Mmm, yummy... ANYWAYS, moving on.

Welcome to the first chapter of my newest story, Killing Me Softly. No, this is not a songfic, it just happens to be named after one of my favorite songs. Also, I'm going to be naming each chapter after a song I feel fits the mood of that particular chapter. I stole the idea from Eclipsed Planet who is, by the way, a fantastic author. Read all her stories! Um, I actually don't have much else to say. Well, that's a first! So, R & R!

Summary- Hermione Granger is thoroughly fed up with Draco Malfoy and his taunting. Wanting to get blackmail on him she makes a polyjuice potion that turns her into Blaise Zabini. Something goes wrong with the potion and she gets stuck in the Slytherin girl's body. When, after almost a week, she returns to her own body she's gotten the blackmail she set out to find, but will she use it?

-Killing Me Softly-

-Chapter 1- Right Through You-

Hermione Granger sat on a cushioned stool in front of her vanity, a glass of dark, foul-smelling, green liquid in her hand. She sniffed it delicately and her nose wrinkled involuntarily with distaste.

"Ew," she said. "Now or never Hermione. It's now or never. Bottoms up!" She lifted the glass to her full and pink (though slightly chapped) lips, tilted her head back, and drank.

The next thing she knew she was kneeling on the floor, gagging, her hand at her breast. Her head felt like it would split in two, every inch of her skin felt as if it would fall off leaving only aching muscle and burning bone. Because that's what it felt like, like she was burning. Suddenly, as soon as it had started, it was over. Trying to catch her breath Hermione stayed kneeling a few moments longer before she pulled herself back up to sit on her stool.

She sat up, her back ramrod straight, took a deep breath, and looked in the mirror. She saw icy black eyes. The ashen-faced Slytherin in the mirror smiled maliciously at her, strangely pale lips drawing back off perfect teeth.

Hermione stood up eyeing the slim figure in the mirror. "Too long have I suffered his insults, his ridiculing, his tormenting," she whispered almost contemplatively. "Draco Malfoy, you are going down..." She ran her hands through her hair. Halfway through the motion she froze, unaccustomed to the smooth silkiness of the Slytherin girl's shoulder-length black hair. She ran her hand through it again, watching in the mirror as it fell perfectly back into place. 'Wow. That's new' she thought. 'It's not exactly fair though. Mine sticks up all over the place with even the slightest disruption.' Shaking her head Hermione picked a red clutch purse up off her bed. She had transfigured her clothes to match Blaise's, but had taken the purse from the unconscious girl. 'With every intention of giving it and its contents back' Hermione thought to herself.

"I've told Harry and Ron I'm in the library, that takes care of them. Blaise is in the closet, all the necessary charms are in tact, I think... Right, that's everything taken care of. I suppose there's nothing left to do but go up to Malfoy's room."

Hermione left her room, shutting and warding her door, and went across the hall to Malfoy's. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she raised a small white hand and knocked. She knocked loudly enough to catch Malfoy's attention, if he happened to be in his room, but quiet and rather timidly all the same.

Hearing footsteps inside the room, no doubt Malfoy coming to open the door, Hermione panicked. 'Oh Gods, what am I doing?' she thought. 'I don't even know how they act around each other! Are they merely acquaintances? Friends? More than that? What do I do!' The door opened, interrupting her frantic thoughts.

Malfoy stood in the doorway, his platinum blonde hair slightly rumpled from sleep and his eyes full of sand, wearing black silk boxers and... socks. Nothing else. 'Oh Morgan can't he put on some clothes?' Hermione knew most girls would kill to see Malfoy in only his boxers. However, Hermione Granger was not 'most girls'.

"Zabini," Malfoy nodded his head sharply, acknowledging her presence, "Come in." He stepped aside and Hermione walked past him feeling very unsteady on the strappy high heels she wore on her small feet. She was a little worried, judging by Malfoy's greeting the two Slytherins weren't very close, or at least not on very good terms. She was, to say the least, a little confused when, after the door was shut, Malfoy turned around and wrapped an arm around her in a sort of 'man hug'.

'Malfoy is hugging me,' Hermione thought with confusion. 'No, wait. He's hugging Blaise, but I just happen to be in Blaise's body. This is way to weird. I mean Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, hugging? What do I do? Erm...Hug back, yes that's it!' She lifted up her arms and wrapped them around him awkwardly, yes, but it was the best she could manage.

He pulled back and held her at arms length. "So, what's up?" he asked casually.

"Eh?" Hermione said dumbly.

"Come on, what's up? You seem... different."

'Think fast Hermione. You're friends with him, at least for the next 45 minutes...'

"What's up?" Hermione echoed, "The ceiling is up. And beyond that the sky." She answered in the same way she would when talking to Harry, Ron, or Ginny, hoping it was something close to what Blaise would have said. Apparently it was because Malfoy's mouth twitched a little (Hermione supposed that was his equivalent of a smile) and he nodded his head.

"If you say so. You just seem a bit off. Sow, how are things?" he asked pulling her over to a black leather armchair next to his bed.

"Alright, I guess. Nothing new," Hermione replied sitting down in the armchair when Malfoy sat down on his green-blanketed fourposter. "You?"

"Aside from Pansy nearly attacking me in the hall last night nothing of interest has happened. Nothing that you don't know about that is."

As he talked Hermione was looking around his room. She had expected his room, or any Malfoy's for that matter, to be stuffed to bursting with all kinds of pointless trinkets, so she was surprised to find that his room was rather sparsely furnished. There was his bed and the chair, a round forest green rug on the hardwood floor, an oaken dresser, and, on the wall, a rectangular wood-framed mirror. Strewn all about the room were dirty clothes, muddy shoes, and Merlin-only-knew what else. Those scattered objects were the only thing that even vaguely reminded Hermione of her own room. Over the summer Hermione had visited her cousin. Said cousin had taken her on a bit of a shopping spree, or a 'thrifting expedition' as the younger relative had called it. Hermione was amazed at the girl's ability to control people. And she had thought she was bossy. Nevertheless the small girl had gotten Hermione, or helped her choose, several things she quite liked. The two cousins had very similar tastes and so were quite good shopping partners. As a result of this expedition her room was filled with all manner of odd decorations. Her floor, although wood like Malfoy's, was completely covered in a large gray and blue rug, woven in an interesting geometric pattern. Her walls were decorated with few quilts and a painting or two, which were extremely bright and colorful. Her bed was covered with a thick black comforter with a single diamond-shaped green patch in the middle of it. 'Well, close to the middle that is,' Hermione thought. Her cousin had made it for and given it to her as an early birthday present. Nothing in her room was very color-coordinated, in fact everything together was rather painful to look at, but Hermione loved it all the same.

"Z? Are you listening?" Malfoy asked bringing her out of the reverie she had fallen unwittingly into.

"What? Hermione yelped. "Erm, no. Sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was asking if you were hungry, it's almost dinner you know, when you started humming something. Honestly Z, we both know you can't sing. Please, spare me the horror." He smirked at her in a very Slytherin manner.

'Not surprising as he is a Slytherin,' Hermione thought with amusement. That thought served as a reminder that he was, indeed, a Slytherin. No matter how oddly... pleasant he seemed right now he was still Draco Malfoy, her enemy and tormenter. It took a moment for his words to actually sink in. 'Blaise can't sing?' she thought raising an eyebrow in mild surprise and interest. 'She always seemed the singing type... Ah well, just goes to show how horrible stereotypes can be.' Hermione shot an angry glare in Malfoy's direction.

"Z!" Malfoy shook her by her shoulders. She jumped to see him so close to her. "Come on, I'm going to diner. Come with me."

Hermione's stomach growled loudly and Malfoy smirked. She smirked right back at him and leapt out of the chair gracefully. Still smirking Malfoy left the room. Hermione walked to the door and leaned out calling to him "Draco dearest, you just might want to put some clothes on before you leave the common room!"

End Chapter 1

Well, that's that! Review! Or I'll set my cat on you! The song Right Through You is by Alanis Morissette. I thought it was perfect for this chapter even though it's a little bit broken-hearted romancy-like. It kinda portrays Hermione's frustration with Draco and his antics and how she's coming back for revenge. Plus I luv Alanis Morissette. I've said it once, I've said it twice, I'll say it with chicken soup and rice: REVIEW! It makes me happy. Heck, you can flame for all I care! Yes, and I do mean that. I just want reviews.