Finally Folks...I've been busy with my new story... but I'm still very, very much into this one! DONT FRET!

Here's the 14th Chapter!

Chapter 14- Collision and the thoughts Afterward.

Blaise Zabini walked through the Corridors in search of Draco. He wasn't anywhere to be found, not that Blaise was straining himself looking or anything. Blaise wondered why Draco felt like this about a girl? He'd never acted like this with any other girl before. What was so special about Pansy Parkinson.

Sure, she was beautiful, that was no lie. But there were so many other beautiful women out there for Draco to play. Why was he so caught up on this one?

Blaise shrugged "More for me..." he mumbled, smirking.

Blaise was pulled from his thoughts as he collided into a mass of amazing smelling bushy brown hair, making whoever owned it drop their heavy armful of books. "Oh Shit, Granger, watch it..." he snapped, not meaning to sound so crabby.

"Oh Bloody...sorry about that Blaise..." Hermione went pink in the cheeks, and started to pick up her things. He bent down to help her. As their hands reached for the same paper, Blaise felt his hand touch hers. He pulled back a little. "Uhh...sorry..."

What the hell is THAT! he asked, as a shiver flew up his spine at the touch.

Why did THAT happen?...

Hermione blushed. "Oh... ummm..." she said "I-it's ok..."

He decided to shrug it off. He eyed her, as she frantically swept up her homework. "Watch it next time, Granger..." he snapped, before walking off and leaving her there.

Hermione was in frantic search for Draco, and a computer. Hers was still in repair, and she was in desperate need of one.

Where is that boy? she asked herself, carrying a huge load of books in her arms. He's nowhere to be found.

She was pulled from her thoughts as she collided with a mass of black and green clothing. She noticed who ever inhabited them smelled wonderful... fresh and something aqueous.

"Oh Shit, Granger, watch it..." Blaise had snapped at her.

"Oh Bloody...sorry about that, Blaise..." she said, going pink and bending down to pick up her mess of grade-A papers. She contemplated why Blaise had been walking so fast.

He had bent down t help her. She felt his hand cover hers for a moment, then felt it pull away.

For a brief second, she had wished it would have stayed there...

What am I SAYING? she asked herself.

"Watch it next time, Granger..." he had snapped at her, getting up quickly and walking away.

Hermione shook the thought out of her head. No...it's Blaise, he'll never be anything more than a Slytherin jerk. she thought.

She gathered up her things and went to find Draco. She wasn't phased by his hurtful words, not in the least. or so she thought...

Draco woke up from his nap, to the sight of Blaise hovering over him. The boy had a smug smile on his face.

"Wakey, Wakey eggs and bakey!" Blaise exclaimed, jumping on the bed.

Draco screamed and jumped out of the bed. "Don't do that Fucker! Bloody Hell, Blaise, are you trying to kill me?" he eyed his best friend's smug smile. "What?...Blaise, Bloody Hell, what?" he asked.

Blaise smirked "You should think before taking naps, you know..." he eyed Draco's computer.

"You're girlfriend is calling for you..." he informed him.

Draco jumped up and ran over to the computer. "Shit he mumbled. Pansy had been wanting to talk to him. He looked at his screen and found that she had already signed off, but had left him a message.

Slytherinrawks16 has sent you a message.

Draco opened the message.

Dear Ralf,

Hey, why didn't you respond to my IM? You're signed on. Is everything ok?

No, everything is NOT ok. He thought. He read the rest of the message.

Anyhow, I just wanted to see if you could talk, but maybe something is wrong. I do have a question for you, though, if it's not too much trouble.

How can I tell if a guy likes me? I mean, there's this one guy here, and his name is Blaise. He flirts with me a lot. He's the one who gave me the fortune ball. Do you think he likes me? I asked the fortune ball and it said 'A secret is behind my telling, just make sure you know this fact, sure a Slytherin boy may like you, but Blaise is a fat chance'

what do you think it means?

Love from, Pansy

Draco's heart fluttered and dropped down into his stomach. "Err...Blaise..." his breath increased "She thinks you like her..."

Blaise raised an eyebrow "Come again?" he asked, jumping up and reading the message for himself. When he had finished, he laughed "HA! as if!..." he said, laying back onto the bed and laughing. "If she knew the thing was from you, she wouldn't be asking you about it you know..." he informed him.

Draco sighed "She wouldn't have accepted it, Blaise, think outside the box for a sec here..." he rolled his eyes.

Blaise laughed "That ball is right though..." he said "That would be a fat chance...what with you hung up on her and everything."

Draco smiled "yeah, I suppose...but you know what this means right?"

"What?"

"You're going to have to stop flirting so much?"

"Say what!" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Lay off. You have to show her you don't like her..."

Blaise frowned "But...the ladies, Draco, the ladies..."

Draco sighed, getting a bit annoyed with him "Just take her off your bloody Ladies list Dammit! I love her! Don't you see that!" he snapped.

Blaise shrugged "Ok, but this isn't going to be pretty..." he sighed.

At that moment there was a knock on the door, followed by a turn of the knob, as Hermione entered.

Blaise glared at her, remembering what had happened "How'd YOU get in here?" he asked.

Hermione smirked at him "I have my ways..." she spit daggers at him, turning away. "Draco, can I use your computer for a sec?"

"What for?"

"What do you bloody think for!" she asked, "I need to write to my folks..."

Draco sighed, "Fine, whatever!" he pushed the computer towards her. She smiled.

"Thanks..."

Blaise eyed her, as she bent down to type. She was quite pretty, with a nice butt and a tiny waist. Her mid-driff was showing, revealing her toned tummy. Up North, her breasts weren't bad either. Nice and not too small. And her hair...the way it had smelled had been wonderful, if not amazing. yes she was-

Blaise shook his head vigorously. He wasn't about to make a move on a Gryffindor. It just wasn't the Slytherin way. All Gryffindors were bloody Prats. he nodded in agreement with himself.

Draco smirked, as he watched his friend check her out "What are you nodding about?" he asked, eyeing Blaise.

Blaise scowled "Nothing..." he mumbled.

Oh well. Blaise thought, Even if I had decided to make a pass on her, which I'm NOT...She wouldn't have me. She's too much of a prude. He smirked to himself.

Hermione had been typing to her parents, trying very hard to keep her mind on the letter and not Blaise. When there hands had touched, she had felt her stomach flutter. When her eyes had met his lovely blue ones...well...she had felt-

She pulled herself away from those thoughts. No...It wouldn't happen. She wouldn't let it happen and neither would he. She shrugged it off and went on typing. When she had finished, she got up. "Thanks Draco...talk to you tomorrow, I guess..."

She turned to Blaise, and smiled sarcastically , not knowing what to say.

Blaise smiled back "Pleasure 'running into' you again..." he said "No pun intended..."

In spite of herself, Hermione laughed at his joke. "I'll see you later..."

"Bye Granger!" Draco called, as she left. When she was gone, he smirked at his friend "You don't hide shit very well..." he informed him.

Blaise felt his ears turn red. "Shut it, Draco! She's a Gryffindor Git!" he snapped, burying his head underneath his pillow.

YAY! Fun chapter huh? yup, so know you all can stop contemplating over whether or not Pansy and Draco are getting back together. dun dun dun!