Author's Notes: Before I begin with the actual content of the story, which I know you all are eager for, I have to get these tedious bits of useless information out of the way. Since you know, so many of you have asked questions or given suggestions of some sort that I think this might be a longer Author's Notes than usual.

First off to address rockslutgothpunk's review for chapter six, is anyone else having trouble understanding who is who in this tale? For those of you who have read, seen, acted in, or are just aware of the story of Romeo and Juliet, I know that the gender reversal might be somewhat confusing, although Hermione does give the reasons as to why they do this. I never actually presumed that anyone that decided to read this story would have no background with the story of Romeo and Juliet, and from this chapter onward, I will try to make the roles much clearer for you all, rather than just suggest them.

Addressing Smiles. Thank-you so much for coming back to review again and reminding me to update. It can be annoying of course, but in cases such as mine it can sometimes be necessary. Feel free to come and do the same if I don't give you chapter eight in two-three week's time.

A General Note on the Characterization of, just about anyone. I am trying my hardest to not make my characters over the top flamboyant makes you want to vomit OC, while making them over the top flamboyant makes you want to vomit OC. I know this makes about as much sense as the punch line to why did the chicken cross the road, but it's a rather difficult explanation to make. To have any romance between Hermione and Draco you must have either one extremely OC or both a little OC. That's what lovely about this story, I can slap a humor label on and no one can question me.

I know Pavarti and Padma have more depth to them then being nothing but gossips, but for the purpose of my story, they are. They certainly have shown enough girly-gossip-ieness in canon to make it easy to convey them this way.

And Ron and Harry being asses about the Homework? That was a PO-ed Hermione ranting. As a matter of fact, many of the questions posed will be answered in this chapter, a few more in the future, and one in the last chapter.

So I'll conclude these thingies until they turn a page long. By the way, thanks to all my reviewers glad some people are enjoying the random Shakespeare references and such.

Thank-ye, and enjoy your read.

Blaise Zabini was a rather handsome boy of Greek and Italian descent, and he was altogether too aware of this himself. He knew that he was admired by those that new him, and therefore took no trouble in preparing his toilette. This however, caused his black tresses to get decidedly oily and knotted, and for him to often to skip such vital parts of ones daily routine as brushing one's teeth, or showering.

He had supposed for so long that because he was so naturally attractive that any willing suitor, whether they be male or female, would go to him despite the odor he omitted, and the fact that he had only a total of two girlfriends over the years, one being a Muggle girl from the village that rest on the outskirts of his Kent Manor, and the other being a two day fling with Millicent Bulstrode back in his fourth year, did little to upset him.

So on this particular night that Draco approached Blaise with a proposition of some enormity, Blaise was reading most diligently, and romance was perhaps the last thing on his mind.

"Zabini." Draco said swiftly, giving the unkempt boy a curt little nod.

"Yes love?" he asked, flashing a yellowing toothy grin at the blonde before burying his nose in his copy of Kama Sutra once more….perhaps romance was not exactly the last thing on his mind…

"Do you find me attractive?" Draco replied in a flat voice, internally questioning his sanity.

A few Slytherins glanced their way, but most left it alone, seeing as it was that weird kid Zabini and Draco, who was not to be disturbed under any circumstances.

Blaise raised a solitary black eyebrow from behind the cover of his book. "If you'd be so good as to turn 'round." He said in a seductive drawl that could only mean one answer.

Draco wanted to slap the perverted boy all the way back to the boot shaped country he hailed from, but instead grinned and bared it. "It's either this," he thought with a grimace, "Or spend another year stuck at this place with Granger."

But as he thought of the bushy-haired buck-toothed Gryffindor, he couldn't help but think that a year with her without Weasley and Potter flanking her sides sounded quite pleasant.

He then resisted to urge to slap himself rather than Zabini. What in the name of Merlin was happening to him?

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When Hermione arrived at her common room, she was surprised to find a note from Malfoy. Mostly surprised that in nowhere did it say the word mud-blood. As a matter of fact that particularly yummy blonde had been rather polite to Hermione as of late.

She wondered why she hadn't really noticed his change of demeanor before. She was probably too absorbed with making plans for IHC to notice much. Planning and organizing got her excited more than anything else did.

She leafed through her notes, hoping that Draco would be back soon, and whoever he had found to be Paris, the young man that everyone wanted Juliet or Draco to settle down with and Friar Lawrence, the friar who would secretly, marry them, would be people she liked enough to spend time with. She couldn't imagine what she would do if Draco got that pug faced hag of a girl Parkinson to be his Paris. She would give herself a good Aveda to the head before she'd let that two faced slut within a foot of Draco.

Her quill fell out of her hands and landed with a small smack. Had she just actually thought those things? Was she really jealous of Pansy 'bleeding' Parkinson?

What in Merlin's name was wrong with her?

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"Well", Blaise said finishing up his full body scan, "I give you a E for exceeding expectations since blondes aren't really my type, but in all honesty I'd shag you any day."

Draco repressed the urge to shudder. It wasn't as though he had a problem with the whole bisexual thing, it just that when a bisexual boy didn't have a problem with him, it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"How do you feel to about falling in love?" Draco asked nonchalantly, as if the question wasn't important.

"I never have." Remarked Blaise, "but I'm not exactly against it." He added for good measure.

"How would you like to fall in love with me for the school year?"

"---WHAT?"

"I was wondering if you'd be at all interested in feigning undying love for me during this school year while I have a fake secret affair with a Gryffindor so I can pull off the greatest prank to ever grace the walls of Hogwarts."

"How about you and I continue this conversation further on our way down to the kitchens for a midnight snack?" Blaise suggested.

"Brilliant idea Zabini." Draco replied, and the two strolled out together.

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More than anything, Hermione loathed being awoken on a weekend morning early tan her body intended. So when she trudged down the stairs from her bedroom to the common room at seven in the morning, one could imagine her to not be in the pleasantest of moods, especially when one that she hardly knew was eyeing her cleavage as if they had never seen a woman's breasts before.

'What the bloody hell are you doing down here at this hour Dra—Malfoy, and what the bloody hell is Blaise bloody Zabini doing here?" she hissed.

"We were just chit-chatting." Blaise said rolling his eyes, as if normal boys found chit-chatting to be quite a normal occurrence.

"We were actually discussing IHC." Draco added cutting into the conversation. "Blaise is going to be Paris."

"Blaise bloody Zabini is going to be the man that will be after your affections that we will have to struggle against through out the year?" Hermione asked.

Draco nodded eagerly like a puppy hoping for approval. Hermione sniffed the air once then glanced at the boys. "Okay," she finally consented, "But only if he showers and puts on deodorant."

Author's Notes: I've never read a story where Blaise Zabini is a perverted bisexual with hygenic issues....have you? I didn't think so, so I thought for the sake of my story, that this could make it a little interesting. I promise a faster up-date, shorter author's notes, and much more Hermione/Draco interaction for chapter eight.