NOTE: I do not own any of the characters or anything except the story line. ...and i ownzer the way Blaise looks in my mind. hott boi. lol

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Chapter 5

Hermione woke the next morning to a squashed furry face and big lamp-like eyes. "Crookshanks!" she exclaimed, "How did you get in here?" She looked over at the door and saw that it was wide open, with a certain blonde boy, wearing his school uniform, only with his tie, still untied around his neck, standing in the doorway holding two plates of eggs, hash browns and toast. "I let him in," said Draco, "He was just sitting outside your door with the most heart wrenching look on his face when I woke up. Here, I made breakfast f you're hungry." Hermione eyed him cautiously before clambering out of bed to take the plate from him. He whistled softly when he saw what she was wearing, and, looking down, Hermione noticed for the first time, that the nightgown left almost nothing to the imagination. It was dark green with silver trim, and fell to about mid-thigh, with a slit going up her thigh. It hugged her body at the top and flared slightly at the bottom. She immediately became self-conscience and ran back to the safety of her bed.

"Look," Draco said, approaching slowly, "I'm sorry, about everything. Can we start over, and just pretend like nothing happened? Here," he said when he was standing close to her bed, as he set the plate down at the foot of her bed, "I didn't poison it or anything. If you feel like it, you can come and join me in the common room for breakfast, if not, I'll come and get you in about an hour. Dumbledore wants us to meet him after that for something, okay?" Hermione nodded, and Draco left, quietly closing the door behind him.

The nerve of him! He was actually checking me out! He has no right, not after all the years of calling me "mudblood" or being so rude to me. I absolutely cannot believe he would change so much over a single summer alone. He must have some kind of ulterior motive, I cannot trust him. Though I suppose for unity's sake, I should at least pretend I could get along with him in front of other people, except Harry and Ron of course.

She set her plate of food down at the foot of her bed and climbed out from beneath the comforter to go to her closet and pick out the clothes she was going to wear for the day. She ended up with her school uniform, minus the cloak and hat. She turned around just in time to see Crookshanks filching her eggs. 'dammit,' she muttered under her breath, as she watched Crookshanks run out of her room, carrying the eggs like a trophy. Hermione grabbed up her plate and followed Crookshanks out the door.

"If you didn't like eggs, that's all you had to say, you didn't have to feed them to your cat," said Draco, looking hurt as he petted, the once again begging, Crookshanks.

"No, it's not that," Hermione said, patiently, "he stole them while I was getting dressed."

A loud crash echoed from the kitchen. "What the Hell was that?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Oh, that's just Blaise, he's always a little out of it when he wakes up in the morning."

"How long has he been here? And from now on you need to ask me if you can have friends up here! This is my room too, after all!"

"Alright Hermione," she flinched as he said her name, "I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be this big of an issue. I'll just go ask him to leave," he said, getting up and heading toward the kitchen.

"Do," Hermione sighed, "you don't have to do that. This is your dorm too, this just means that I'm allowed to have friends up here too."

"Agreed."

"Was agrid?" (What's agreed-he gets like this when he's sleepy) Blaise asked coming into the common room, "g'mornig, 'Ermoine….."

"Good Morning, Blaise." He smiled sleepily back at Hermione. She looked him up and down and saw that he was tall, he had very interesting hair: the black bangs were swept to one side, while the back was up in spikes. He was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt and jeans; and, with his eyes half closed, and swaying the way he was, he looked like he was about to fall down.

"Blaise…do you need to go lay down for awhile? You look dead on your feet," Hermione asked.

"No," Draco replied, "he's fine. He's like this every morning. If you give him an opportunity to go back to sleep, he'll take it and you'll have a hell of a time trying to wake him back up."

"Ah…I see. Isn't it time for us to be going?"

"Yes it is. Okay Blaise, we have to go, so you need to leave."

"'Kay Drake, see you later 'Mione," he said with a sleepy smile as he stumbled through the portrait hole.

They arrived at the stone gargoyle leading up to Professor Dumbledore's office just as tiny Professor Flitwick was leaving, so they went right up, and upon reaching a big door, emblazed with the Hogwarts crest, they stopped and knocked respectfully.

"Come in! Come in!" called a voice from within the room, and Draco opened the door, allowing Hermione to enter first. "Ah! Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I'm pleased to see that you could make it. Please, have a seat," Dumbledore said indicating two squashy chintz chairs.

Hermione decided to get right down to business, "What is it you wanted to see us about Professor?"

"Ah! Strait to business! Of course, now let's see. We are planning a fall dance, and I would like the two of you to organize it! It is to be a costume ball. That is all I am contributing to the organization directly. The two of you are to come up with a theme, decorations, and food. I ask that you run your ideas through me, but all doors are open, so I ask you to do as you see fit! Free reign. So, I would like you to get started on this right away, as classes don't start for another few days, we would like to have this dance done with by the end of the week, if at all possible. And that's it! What do you think?"

"Sounds like fun," said Hermione.

"Alright then! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting at the Ministry of Magic that I need to get to.

"Yes, sir," Hermione and Draco replied, leaving the room quickly, and walking back toward the head's dorm talking about what they wanted to do.

I'm actually within 3 feet of Draco "evil git" Malfoy, and we're not fighting! If Ron and Harry could see this they'd be laughing their asses off…or maybe they'd flip.

smack!

The sound echoed from a seemingly empty classroom. Draco held an arm out in front of Hermione, stopping her in her tracks as a tall, black-haired boy flew across the hallway into the wall. He looked up at the door from which he had just come flying and rubbed his cheek. Hermione looked up and saw a dark haired Ravenclaw leave the room, toss her hair and stomp off down the hallway. Draco left Hermione's side and went over to the boy.

"Blaise? Blaise, are you okay?"

Blaise groaned in reply and rubbed the spot where his head had smashed into the wall. "Sheesh. I don't know what HER problem was. I used a good line and everything this time Drake! I said, "Did it hurt?" and she said 'did what hurt?' And I said, "When you fell from heaven." And she said I was a lame git who was just trying to get in her pants and she smacked me then sent me flying! Why do all these girls just think I want to sleep with them? What if I'm just trying to find my true love?" He sighed and put his head between his knees.

"Blaise?" Hermione asked as she kneeled down beside him, "look at me," he looked up into her dazzling brown eyes with his sparkling, shiny, green eyes, "you are an amazing man, and one day a girl is going to come along made just for you. She'll accept your cheesy pick-up lines and see you for the honest, caring person that you really are. I promise things will get better."

"Hermione? Will you go out with me?" she laughed in reply. "No Blaise. I'm not the girl. You're a sweet person, but if I date you who will be here to pick you up and help you understand what's going on in my head?" Blaise sighed and put his head between his knees again. Hermione leaned back on her heels and looked at him for a moment, then looked over him and found Draco staring right at her. They communicated briefly with their eyes, and then Draco got up and walked in the direction of the head's dorm.

"Blaise, come on, get up," Hermione said, pulling on his arm, "I've got something for you up in the head's dorm." Blaise allowed himself to be picked up and led down the hallway to the head's dorm.

"Unity," Hermione told the portrait of the lovers in the field, bathed in sunlight. They waved at her before swinging forward to admit her and Blaise. As they walked in the sound of music blaring reached their ears, and upon rounding the corner into the common room they saw Draco. He was wearing nothing except a tight pair of boxers and a bow around his neck, holding Blaise's favorite food, pepperoni pizza. Draco danced seductively over to Blaise, who couldn't help himself. If he had been depressed only a couple minutes before, you couldn't tell now. Now he was laughing, talking and gobbling pizza, the depression had passed, for now anyways.