Chapter Two

Author's Note: I already have three chapters written, but I still have to work on editng the second. Well, please, If you read this and have comments, I'd really appriciate your reviews. Thanks and enjoy.

Without love I wouldn't believe
In anything that lives and breathes
Without love I'd have no anger
I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here
Without love I wouldn't believe
I couldn't believe in you
And I wouldn't believe in me
Without love

-Elton John, Believe

"Hermione," Parvati said sitting down next to her at breakfast, the morning of Saturday. "Your date with Blaise is today, right?"

Hermione looked like she was going to spit out her mouthful of orange juice, After she had swallowed, she turned to Parvati with wide eyes, "Um, Parvati, It's not a date!"

"Oh, Hermione." Parvati said, "I think of it as a date. And I think maybe you'll start a dating a Slytherin trend now, don't you think? Maybe I can get Draco to ask me out….Y'know, Pansy isn't really that pretty, I bet I'm a lot prettier."

"Parvati, come on." Hermione rolled her eyes, "He just wants to get know me a little better, all he knows is that I'm head girl." Parvati shrugged, flipping her hair out of her face, taking a sip of her apple juice.

Biting her toast, Hermione narrowed her eyes at Parvati, "Honestly!" She announced, "I'm going back to Gryffindor." She said. Ron and Harry looked up, with puzzled expressions.

"She's just nervous about her date with that Zabini guy." Parvati said, "She says it's not a date, but I think it's a bit obvious that it is."

"What?" Ron asked, "She said it herself, she just is getting to know the head boy. Which you know, would make sense, she's head girl and all, you know?" He slammed his hand lightly on the table.

"Oh, she may not think it's a date, but I'm thinking that Blaise might just think of it as a date." Parvati said with a sly smile, "I might have overheard a conversation between Draco and Blaise. But keep it quiet, okay?"

Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks, "Why..what, Parvati?" Harry questioned. Parvati put her finger to her lips and simply announced she wasn't telling anymore, as she slipped out of her seat, and walked off, leaving Ron and Harry wondering. It was only this morning, as Parvati woke up early, combed her long hair, and changed out of her pajamas. She didn't want to wake up Lavender on a Saturday; Lavender was a big fan of sleeping in. As she passed by the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, she was hearing a conversation between Draco and Blaise Zabini.

"Blaise, I still don't understand. Of all the people you could ask out? And you pick Granger? She's a mudblood, and she's rather annoying. Quite a know-it-all. It's really a disgrace she was made into head girl. You should have been the head girl, Pansy." Pansy looked up and smiled.

"What?" Blaise responded, "I think she's nice! And she's smart! And I should get to know head girl, if I'm head boy!"

"Sure, Sure, Blaise. Go have fun on your lovely date with Granger the Mudblood." Draco had responded.

Parvati gave a weird expression, as she walked over to the Gryffindor table. She stopped short when she saw Harry standing at the table. It had been the longest time that she had a huge crush on Harry. Even though he treated her miserably at the Yule Ball, the next year she realized how adorable he was. And she knew she liked him for more than what girls thought he was a "hero." But she should forget about liking Harry, tons of girls were already after him.

Blaise was leaning against a tree near the lake, like he said he'd be. He knew this was only a dare from Malfoy, to ask someone on a date. And he wasn't sure if Hermione even know this was considered a date. The air was cool today, and the clouds in the sky were stormy. There were many students, nearby a group of fourth year Hufflepuffs studying, and a group of Ravenclaw girls giggling.

"Blaise." Hermione said with a smile as she stepped in front of him , "Hello."

Blaise grinned, "Oh, hello Hermione. I'm glad you've showed up." He laughed slightly. "Bit stormy weather, isn't it?" He asked.

"Why wouldn't I show up?" Hermione asked raising an eyebrow, "I'm just getting to know the head Boy." She slightly smiled, "Yes, it is a bit stormy." She blurted, after a short pause.

"So, um, you wanted to get to know each other?" Hermione asked, as the pair was sitting in the grass, their backs leaning against the oak tree, getting a view of the lake.

Blaise nodded, "Yes, I think that would make sense." He laughed, slightly. "So, were you expecting to become Head Girl?"

"Everyone knew it was coming. I was at the burrow, and when we got letters, Ron congratulating me before I opened the letter." She giggled, "But, I honestly wasn't sure, I mean I didn't want to be conceited or anything. But modestly, I thought it was possibility I'd be head girl. What about you?"

"Becoming Head Boy?" Blaise questioned, shaking his head, "was a complete, complete shock. I had no idea whatsoever. I figured Malfoy would be head boy. I mean, after all he was a prefect, and I wasn't even a prefect."

The two began conversations about school, teachers, subjects, and things like that. It was getting a little late, the sky, a bit darker than it was before, and the grounds were starting to empty out. The studying Hufflepuffs were gathering their books and quills, and whispering among themselves. The Ravenclaw girls were off, leaving only a group of Gryffindor sixth years including Ginny Weasley and a group of Hufflepuff boys.

The sky was looking darker, and the clouds were darker and greyer. Before anyone knew it, the rain was pouring down. Drops of water were pouring down, soaking Hermione and Blaise.

"Well, I had the feeling it would start to rain soon." Hermione announced, "I guess we better be getting inside."

The pair began walking towards the castle, "Wait.." Blaise said, "Hermione.." The rain counting to soak the two, Hermione turned around.

"What?" She asked, "Blaise, is something wrong?"

"Oh, no. I'm just glad we got to know each other." Blaise said, "Head girl and Head boy." He smiled.

"Yeah, I'm glad too, really. But, Blaise, we have to get inside." Hermione said with a serious expression on her face, as they ran inside.

"I can't believe she's out there with that Slytherin." Ron said folding his arms sitting in the common room. 'Flying with the Cannons' was open his lap, as he looked up from reading. "I mean, he's friends with Malfoy!" Harry had already gone to sleep, as he was tired. So, Seamus, Dean, Lavander, Parvati, and some students from other years were relaxing in the common room.

Parvati was sitting in the common room, gazing over Lavander's shoulder at 'Witch Weekly.' "Oh, Ron, really. I think Blaise is more of a gentleman type. He's a decent guy."

"He is friends with Malfoy! AND he's a Slytherin!" Ron roared with anger.

"Ron, one might say you're jealous." Parvati responded tapping her foot on the ground. "I'm right, aren't I, Ron? You're just jealous?"

"Jealous?" Ron exclaimed, his ears slightly red, "No. Of course I'm not jealous. And it's not like you're not jealous of Hermione getting to hang around Harry all the time."

Parvati looked slightly embarrassed, "What are you talking about, Ron? I—I---"

"I'm back!" Hermione shouted, as she hurried into the common room, soaking wet, "Oh, Hi Parvati. I don't think you are right. I wouldn't call that a date." She said, "It was only just to learn a bit about him. Bit stupid if I didn't know anything about the Head Boy." She said gazing at her shiny Head Girl badge pinned to her shirt. "Well, that's that. Goodnight." She said, as she strolled up the stairs to the Girl's Dorm.

"I know two people who have no idea of what's going on." Parvati said shaking her head. One of those people, were Hermione, having no clue that Blaise was considering that a date, and it was a date from a bet he had with Malfoy. And, Harry. Harry had no clue that Parvati really liked him. And she liked him a lot more than a friend. "People can be so clueless." She mumbled to herself, sulking.

What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there

-Elton John, Sorry Seems to be the hardest Words