Summary: Many different perspectives on different and bizarre relationships. HG/BZ, GW/DM
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Harry Potter, and even if you could find a plot in this story I doubt I own it either, although I do own 'a beautiful face', oh god I am incredibly lame.
Chapter One – Those Beautiful Blue Eyes…
"HE DIDN'T!" Ginny Weasley exclaimed loudly, face flushed with annoyance. A couple of second year Gryffindors turned around curiously to see what the commotion was about before Ginny sent them a Slytherin worthy glare; needless to say they no longer felt the need to know. Ginny smirked slightly before facing Hermione again,
"…Wait, wait, wait, recap…Blaise Zabini, Slytherin sex – god flirted with you in Potions today?" Ginny said slowly, eyes lighting up mischievously.
Hermione twirled a strand of her bushy hair around a finger and sighed slightly at Ginny, "I told you Gin, I think he may have been flirting, but well, you know me, most of the time I wouldn't notice a guy if he bit me in the bottom!"
Ginny laughed at the serious look on her face and clapped her on the shoulder, "Well my dear Hermione that's why you have ME! Gryffindor sex queen to solve all you're sexual problems!"
Neville Longbottom glanced around at the two gossiping girls and narrowed his eyes slightly, he never saw the attraction people had to Ginny Weasley…well…not any more! He flicked a quill through his fingers, eyebrows contorted in thought, she was from such a respectable family, but Ron was right when he sometimes ranted about how she was turning into a scarlet woman!
With her long auburn hair and taut figure, Ginny Weasley was ogled at by most of the guys in the school and along with her flirtatious personality she had managed to gain quite a reputation. Now, he knew Ginny was a clever girl, funny, witty, intelligent, but he'd heard too many stories from boys over the past year to hold any respect for her what – so – ever.
Sneaking another look at the girls he frowned when he saw Hermione Granger staring out the window, ignoring whatever Ginny was ranting on about. He'd always liked Hermione, she was smart, and most of all she was good to him, but Ginny was beginning to have a bad influence on her, and he couldn't have that happen! Nobody else ever saw Hermione's beauty, but he did, that's why he deserved her, he knew her beauty both on the outside and inside. Hermione was quite short, and a lot more petit than most other girls. Also hunched over a book, or carrying a bag full of them, her figure was never really shown, nor did she have the time or intention of 'beautifying' her looks. Her hair was the same bushy bunch, but Neville longed to touch it, he thought it gave her individuality, not that she needed to stand out from the crowd, her outstanding achievements already meant she did that.
The fact remained, Neville Longbottom really liked Hermione Granger.
Ginny paused for a moment, before plopping down next to Hermione on the couch. She frowned at the flickering fire before lowering her voice a little and continuing,
"Hey Mione, did Longbottom ever get over that crush on you?"
Hermione nudged her to be quiet, she knew Neville was on the other side of the room.
"I'm sure he did Ginny, have you seen the way he's been looking at Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff?" she replied slowly.
Ginny snorted brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, "Don't be stupid, we all know guys gawk at Abbott because of her tits, but seriously Mione, Neville has been staring at you a lot lately, like just a minute ago he kept looking over at us."
Hermione slammed her book shut. "Well maybe Ginny, it's because you're ranting on loudly about sex gods and all that rubbish whilst some people are trying to study!"
Ginny laughed, "Calm down girl, besides, I really only want to know about Zabini…"
Draco Malfoy watched his best mate Blaise Zabini pace around the room, chuckling at him when he tumbled over a trunk he'd quietly moved into his path. Blaise picked himself off the ground, longs legs momentarily caught up in each other before he glared at him.
"If you intend to do that again Malfoy, I suggest you think about it very wisely." He drawled, sitting down on his bed opposite him.
Draco Malfoy ran a hand through his silky blonde hair and smirked at his friend, "Come'n Zabini, admit it, you're lusting over Granger, nothing except female problems cause you too lose you're head like this!" he taunted, stretching lazily over his bed. "…I mean personally I don't know what you see in Granger, she might scrub up well at times, but she is a bossy know it all who kisses Potter's ass!"
Blaise rolled his eyes, "As believable as you're analysis of Granger is Malfoy, It is of little importance as Granger is not the object of my affection!"
Draco stopped and stared at him for a moment, "You've got to be joking me, all you do is stare at her in Potions! You wouldn't even crack a smile when Crabbe got her with that trip wire last breakfast…" he continued feeling a bit flustered, "…if Granger's not the 'object of you're affection' than shock me and tell me who!"
Blaise rose off the bed and smirked at him, leaning a bit closer he whispered, "…well I've been thinking lately that Parkinson's quite a catch you know…"
Draco's eyes widened, "NO!"
Blaise opened the door and turned back to face him, "Of course not you git, she's a simpering slut, but why on earth would I tell you who it is after that incident with Lisa Turpin!"
Draco watched the door close and nodded silently to himself. Speaking to an empty room he muttered, "Yeah that's a pretty good point…"
Hermione Granger snuggled up in her quilt, trying quite unsuccessfully to convince her mind that it was actually a warm, spring day, whereas it was clearly freezing and miserable. Ginny's words about Zabini were still running through her mind,
'Don't be so pessimistic…I find it quite believable that a Slytherin could have a crush on you, especially one like Blaise Zabini!'
She'd inquired over why Zabini could possibly be interested in her and Ginny had proceeded to state that for a sex – god like Zabini girls like Hermione were untouchable, unattainable, and that's what turns a guy on.
She didn't know why she cared that much, if he did like her it would be mildly flattering, Zabini after all was very good looking. Tall and slim, he had the dark, mysterious enigma down pat, well he would if it wasn't for his damn twinkling blue eyes. She'd only actually looked him in the eyes once or twice, that she could remember, but it was something she could remember.
Blaise Zabini had the most fascinating eyes.
The clouds loomed above the castle, fat drops of rain began to splatter against the cobblestone courtyard, a sign that all in the vicinity should hastily return inside. In the middle watching the clouds swirl above was a girl, tugging a thick cloak around her shivering body. A crack of thunder in the distance broke her thoughts and she glanced around, her mind coming back to reality. She ran to the covered pathway, sighing in relief, as she was now safe from the downpour. Ironically, she was now not all safe from one she had been trying to avoid.
"Zabini!" she choked out, clutching her heart with her hand, "Do NOT do that, you scared the living daylights out of me!"
He smirked calmly at her, hiding the fact his heart was beating wildly. "Well you shouldn't be out here now should you Granger!" he drawled.
Hermione looked miffed. "And why is that?" she replied coldly.
He glanced around for a moment, trying to find inspiration for his words. An awkward silence followed as he struggled to find anything to say, growling intensely he whacked the wall with his hand.
"Damn you Granger, just damn you!" he hissed.
Hermione took a step back, unfortunately she was now trapped against the wall with an irritated Slytherin approaching her. She felt the cold wall against her back, and closed her eyes tightly. Breathing deeply she could smell him, a rich woody scent she would usually find repulsive became suddenly alluring, causing a small shiver to run through her body. He was so close now and as he held himself up over her, by rest against the wall she took a chance and looked him in the eye, those beautiful blue eyes…
A/N – Well that's the end of the first chapter, please tell me what you think. I also want to take a SURVEY of those who read my fics. I think it is of utmost importance that one knows what a person's favourite chocolate is because chocolate is…well, chocolate. So, in order to know whether this is a DARK chocolate fic, MILK chocolate fic or WHITE chocolate fic, I beg you to tell me in a review, I am honestly actually curious. I love chocolate! I will start the tally now –
WHITE CHOCOLATE 0
MILK CHOCOLATE 1
DARK CHOCOLATE 0
So now you know MY preference, what is yours?