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Recap:

As Blaise pondered over his thoughts, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He looked up, only to stare intoMillicent Bulstrode's dark eyes.

"Blaise?" she asked as she leaned forward, showing off a not-so-impressive cleavage through her green Slytherin V-neck top, "Why is Draco suddenly acting so different?"

"I dunno, Millie," Blaise muttered as he sipped at his pumpkin juice. "I dunno."

With that, he got up from he seat and walked out of the Great Hall, leaving a bewildered Millicent behind, staring after him.

:End of Recap.

Of All The People In The World

Chapter Five…

Hermione was idly spooning creamy soup into her mouth during dinner. Harry and Ron had mountains of homework to finish, so they had decied to skip dinner and get Hermione to bring them some food later.

Suddenly, she felt someone tapping her shoulder lightly. She looked up to find Blaise staring down at her, smiling.

"Hello, Gra- Hermione," he said in fake cheerfulness. "What have you been up to lately?"

Hermione eyed Blaise suspiciously and snapped, "Okay, Zabini, cut the talk. What do you want?"

Shit, Blaise silently cursed. SHE KNOWS. Don't worry… just play it cool, act like you don't know what she's babbling about.

"What're you talking about Hemione?" he asked, his fake smile slowly dissapearing. "All I wanted was to get to know you better." His light smile turned into a dejected pout, and he stared at her in an inquisitive manner.

"Zabini, don't think I'm that daft and stupid. I know you're up to something. You're a Slytherin, for God's sake!" Hermione cried, clanging her metal spoon down noisily into her empty soup bowl.

"Not all Slytherin's are mean, cold, and heartless," Blaise said, inching closer to Hermione on the hard bench. "Especially not this one."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And do you expect me to believe that?"

"Well, yeah. 'Coz it's the bare truth."

Hermione snorted. "Hah! The bare truth, eh?"

"That's what I said. Take my word for it," Blaise said with a smile. Yesss! This conversation is turning friendlier… I think.

"Hmmm… and why should I take your word for it?" Hermione asked with a small smile.

Blaise gave her an irritated look. "Her-my-oh-knee!"

"What?" Hermione said, stiffling giggles at Blaise's confused expression.

"You're making fun of me," he stated flatly.

"No, I am not, Zabini," Hermione said, taking a bread roll from the basket infront of her. She broke it in half and stared at him, expecting a come-back.

"Why are you on sirname terms with me?" Blaise asked, grabbing a shiny red apple from a bowl of fruits and munhed on it.

"Because… I don't know you that well," Hermione finished lamely. She inwardly smiled when she heard Blaise's I-give-up sigh as she heavily buttered a chunk of her bread roll and popped it into her mouth.

"You like to use a lot of butter for your rolls, I persume?" Blaise asked, trying once again to have a conversation with Hermione after the short silence.

"Yeah. I guess it just tastes better," Hermione said, buttering another chunk of her bread roll. She handed it to Blaise with a smile. "Here, try it."

Blaise warily took the chunk of bread and ate it, chewing slowly, and wincing slightly at the salty taste of too much butter on too little bread.

Hermione burst into fits of giggles at Blaise's expression.

Blaise swallowed and glared playfully at her. This is way too easy…

"Are you trying to kill me or something!"

"Well, no. I think I over-buttered that chunk… my bad," Hermione said, then burst into more giggles.

"I feel so odd," Blaise huffed. "I shall return to my House… where there won't be any over-buttered chunks of bread rolls."

He stood up and smiled down at Hermione. "Good night, Hermione."

"Good night, Blaise."

As Blaise turned to walk back to the Slytherin table, he smiled triumphantly and did a silent victory dance. He had gotten her to call him 'Blaise' instead of her usual 'Zabini'!

He spotted Draco at the table and slid into the empty seat next to him.

"Hey, mate!" he said, happily.

"Well, how'd it go?" Draco asked nervously. "I take it went well by that goofy grin on your face."

Blaise chuckled. "Yeah, Drake. It went great! I got her to call me 'Blaise' instead of 'Zabini' in… ten minutes!"

Draco looked impressed. "Wow. Good work, Blaise. Oh, and you have some butter smeared on your top lip."

Blaise wiped off the butter smeared on his lip with a napkin and grimaced. "Yeah… she made me try an over-buttered chunk of bread." He made a face and Draco smirked.

"I see you were having fun… that's a good thing."

"As long as she doesn't make me eat any more of her over-buttered bread, she's quite a nice person. Except for the fact that she giggles too much… like that Zizzy Owens, from Ravenclaw. Once she starts giggling, there's no stopping her…"

"Zizzy Owens?" Draco inquired, raising a perfect eyebrow as he smirked.

"Yeah… she's quite sweet… damn smart, that girl… damn smart," Blaise said, shaking his head. "But she's a sloppy kisser."

"Aaaah… So you're saying she's a sloppy kisser, and you're still with her?" Draco asked, his eyebrow raised a little bit more.

"Well, duh," Blaise said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "She's damn smart, remember? I keep her happy by-- well, no need to mention that, and she keeps me happy by helping with my homework. Easy," Blaise said with a small smile. He ladled some stew into his dish and conjured a metal spoon out of nowhere and began eating.

Draco, who was still halfway through his bowl of minestrone soup, stared at Blaise for a moment, before saying, "Blaise, wat would you rate Hermione on a scale of one to ten? Ten being the best."

Blaise chewed thoughtfully and swallowed.

"Hmmm… I'd give her a… 5. Seeing as I've just met her, and she didn't really make me feel very welcome when I introduced myself."

"Aaaah… and what about on a hotness scale?"

"Hmmm… 3."

"Aaah… ok, we'll have to work on that."

A/n: That wraps up another chappie! Yay! Well, I've decided to add on my very own personal character – Zizzy Owens! I kinda like that name… And I don't know why… but she'll be appearing in my stories now and then, with some of my other personal characters. Just to keep me occupied. Not doing much help, but…

I ramble. sigh Ah, well… Pls review! I love receiving all your reviews, knowing that someone out there takes time to read my work… Constructive critism is accepted, as it'll help me to write better, but flames will be used to toast my marshmallows to a nice gooey state for my smores.