Summary: Many different perspectives on different and bizarre relationships. HG/BZ, GW/DM
Authors Note: I like legs, lentil burgers from 'Greens Café' in Manly, love, lollies and lice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I own Draco Malfoy and his sexy ass though… no just joking, his ass is ugly as! I would attempt to protect my plot line/ideas but I don't have any, feel free to take them because it's like picking up a broken umbrella off the street.
Chapter Five – By God That Lake Is ColdBlaise whistled a happy tune to himself, admitting to people that he was 'after' their headgirl was kind of similar to hoisting a really big boulder of his shoulders, or so he imagined it was like. He'd seen the way Hermione's body had reacted to his the other day, as he pressed against her she melted into him even if her mind was fighting it.
That's the best way to win a girl Blaisey!
She wouldn't refuse him! No way! Who would ever refuse him? Besides, as far as he knew Hermione didn't have a date to the ball yet, and as Draco was HeadBoy (For some fucked up bizarre reason), if she didn't get one then she would be forced to go with him.
Blaise paused at a window and noticed her walking across the grounds towards the lake, he grinned to himself…perfect.
She had her legs dangling over the edge, her small feet skimming the water delicately, and funnily enough it turned him on to see her so in touch with nature.
"Having fun Granger?" Blaise drawled from behind her.
Unfortunately Hermione was a naturally jumpy person, and she had also leant over to see something that had been swimming beneath the surface. These facts in conjunction with the fact Blaise had scared the living daylights out of her, again, caused her to plummet into the lake.
If Blaise had of been a typical romantic type of guy he would have ripped off his shirt and jumped into save his love. Only problem with that was that he was too busy laughing to even consider helping her, besides, Hermione was an accomplished swimmer.
Hermione pulled herself out of the lake, glaring furiously at him and quite aware of her robes clinging to her body. Blaise's eyes widened at the sight of her and he felt a rush of warmth through him.
"Uh…Uh…Sorry about that Granger…" he apologized, smirking at her.
Hermione continued to glare at him.
Blaise glanced at her face, quite determined to ignore her look he continued pleasantly.
"Now, I actually have some business with you Granger. I am sure you are quite well aware of the rumour dashing about Hogwarts, and yes, it is true, I Blaise Zabini have come here to ask you to the ball with me!" Blaise declared arrogantly.
Hermione couldn't hide her anger anymore, Blaise was way to obnoxious for her not to laugh.
He looked slightly affronted. "Yes Granger?"
Hermione's face was turning purple, but she managed to blurt out some words "Even if I wasn't already going with someone I would have to refuse you due to the manner in which you asked me…prat"
Blaise was not expecting that.
"WHO? Who asked you?" he demanded.
Hermione's smile faded a bit, "Neville Longbottom"
Blaise choked. "And you ACCEPTED?"
Hermione growled at him. "Do you have a problem with that?" she demanded. But before waiting for an answer Hermione used Blaise's shock to allow her to push him into the lake. As she walked away Hermione couldn't stop the grin threatening to take over her face.
Ron sat on her bed comfortably, watching her sew some sequins onto her robe.
"Is that for the ball?" he asked.
She caught his eye and smiled warmly. "Yeah…"
Ron nodded slowly. "You're coming with me aren't you?" he asked
Pansy snorted. "What a romantic way of asking…but yes, of course I am…"
Ron let out the breath he had been holding. "Don't you think that maybe we should you know, tell people about us? And that you should break up with Malfoy or something?"
Pansy froze. "RON"
For a moment Ron was afraid he had said something wrong.
"RON I LOVE YOU" Pansy shrieked
Ron was confused.
"OMG I can't believe I never saw it before! If I break up with Malfoy he will be devastated!"
Ron quickly interjected "DEVASTATED? I thought you said he was over you!"
Pansy rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, in fact I'm not sure he ever liked me, but that's not the point, the point is that he would HATE it if someone else broke up with him, especially a no good slut like me…"
Pansy ignored Ron's protests and left the room, an evil glint in her eye.
Ginny Weasley was confused. It was quite a rare thing for a girl who was always incredibly aware of herself. Luna had confirmed that she was attracted to ferret face, a Weasley attracted to a Malfoy. It was just…just, UNHEARD of.
Shaking the thoughts out of her head Ginny headed to the library, intending to drag Hermione to Hogsmede to find outfits for the ball.
Red, Blue, Green? GOLD?
"NO NO NO" Ginny screamed in frustration, she just couldn't find the right gown!
Hermione was sitting on a comfy stool placidly watching her friend storm around the shop. Silently standing up she pulled out a soft white gown, it was long and had a slit up the thigh. Folding it over her arms she silently held it out to Ginny who looked at it with a grin slowly forming over her face.
Ten minutes later Ginny had her dress, Hermione had found her's almost immediately, but now they were both ok, lunch was the plan!
Sitting over warm mugs of butterbeer, and plates of steaming food Hermione explained what had happened with Blaise this morning.
Taking a frothy sip Ginny licked the foam from around her lips before dramatically sighing.
"Her – mi – one!" Ginny drawled, "…how could you possibly accept Neville's proposal? ESPECIALLY when you knew Blaise was going to ask you!"
Hermione glared at her. "As you well know Ginny we had a deal going, I assume your aware of the consequences I would have faced if I rejected Neville?"
Ginny placed her cup down and nodded slowly, "Truuuueee…"
They sat in silence for a moment before Ginny spoke up. "Well, you do know what your going to have to do…don't you?"
Hermione looked at her blankly.
"…You're going to have to look stunning and impress the pants off him" Ginny continued, a sly look coming across her face.
Hermione choked. "No, no…no, I don't want to impress anything off Neville thankyou very much!"
"Don't be stupid you knew who I meant…" Ginny rebutted.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but secretly she thought her friend had exactly the right idea.
Harry held the hot cup of coffee between his chilled fingers and looked at Hermione thoughtfully. He placed it on the table and turned to face her, "Have you noticed something off about Ron recently?"
Hermione glanced up at him and saw he was serious. Placing her quill on the table she pushed her chair back, stretching her legs.
"…uh…to tell you the truth Harry I haven't even spoken to Ron since the incident in the courtyard, you know, where he slipped over in front of Blaise?"
"Oh so it's Blaise now is it?" Harry teased, his green eyes twinkling with mirth.
Hermione choked, again. "Excuse me? I'm not the one going to the ball with someone who they have spent the last year trying to avoid!" she spat back.
Harry threw his hand dramatically over his heart, 'Oh you wound me Mione, but seriously, Ron's been acting kind of trippy recently…"
Hermione rolled her hand around to get him to continue.
"Well, I mean, like the other day I saw him hanging out around the Slytherin common rooms! It was weird, and he didn't look like he was spying or anything, in fact, I could almost swear he was waiting for someone!" Harry's eye bulged out of his head.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak but Harry continued,
"…And then loony Luna mentioned something about seeing Ron with that pugface Parkinson! I mean what the hell is going on, I saw Ginny talking to MALFOY, and it looked like they weren't fighting and…and…"
Hermione slammed her book on the table.
"Have you noticed anything strange about Luna?" was the only reply Hermione had.
Harry paused. "What do you mean?"
Hermione sighed. "I mean, has she done anything different around you?"
"No"
Picking up her stuff Hermione slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the door. Placing one hand on the inside wall she swung around to face Harry and replied, "Well maybe you should keep a closer eye on those around you"
Authors Note:
THANKYOU to my reviewers, I love you all so much. I especially love you if you are an Italian guy over 6ft who is interested in having a girlfriend, wink wink. Nah, I'm just joking, but I did see this really attractive Italian guy at work the other day…drool. SIX MONTHS TILL I GO TO EUROPE.
I've just realised I've made Harry a little bit of a jerk in the beginning, but that is really only around Ginny, so I'm going to make it up to Harry fans in the future.
If you have any requests for anything at all feel free to tell me because I'm up for incorporating anything into this fic! (If you haven't noticed it isn't the most serious fic)