I wrote one already… but I lost the files. Sorry guys!
'Harry, hurry up! We're supposed to meet Zabini at the Three Broomsticks today, remember?' I reminded him. Well, kind of yelled in his ear. He finally heard me, after staring into nothingness. Is it just me, or did he hum the word "Cho" a lot of times already? Lovebirds… This Hogsmeade weekend I was going with him. I don't know who the hell Ron is going with, since Ginny isn't available, the cause being her going out with Michael Corners. This Miss SGU Leader pleaded me not to tell Ron anything about this, and apparently, being the trustworthy person I am, I didn't. I opened the door and looked at all the people. They were so busy spreading rumours about me and Zabini somehow they didn't notice me coming in. Or maybe it had something to do with the Invisibility Cloak that Harry got over us. Once we passed most of the Hogwarts student, Harry took it off and we looked for Zabini. He was on the table at the deserted corner, somehow escaping the eyes of… everyone else. The table had three seats, the only problem is, there's a ferret filling up one.
'Late again, Granger.' Zabini commented. I glared at him, then looked over at Malfoy.
'Why did you bring the ferret along?' I muttered.
'Apparently, he's also in this thing. Defending the "Slytherin honour" and all…' Zabini replied. Then Malfoy nodded.
I let Harry take the empty seat, leaving me to stand up. Then Malfoy looked towards me.
'Why, Granger. Never thought you were the gentleman.' Malfoy mocked. I glared at him, and then I had a flash of idea.
I looked around, to see if anyone can see me. Then I grinned wickedly, and pulled out my wand.
'Accio chair!' I whispered. The chair flung towards me, leaving the ferret behind on the floor. I quickly sat down on the chair as Malfoy rubbed his swollen... butt.
'Why, Malfoy. Never thought YOU were the gentleman.' I teased. 'Sound familiar?'
Zabini burst into laughter. Harry was staring into blank space with a silly grin.
'Shut up, Zabini. It's not funny.' Malfoy said. Then he mumbled how undisciplined "Mudbloods" are and how they use magic outside necessary uses. Typical…
'So, Granger. What's your plan?' Zabini asked me.
'How am I supposed to know, Zabini?' I replied.
'You were the one who said you had a plan, Granger. Don't you go blaming this on me!' Zabini said, then banged his hand on the wall.
'Shut up Zabini!' I yelled with anger, and banged MY hand on the table. As I said the word "Zabini" all eyes turned around to our table. And then they gasped.
(Blaise's POV)
'RUN!' I yelled, and then I grabbed Granger's hand. Not that I fancy her or anything, it's just that if I grabbed Potter's hand, there would be an even bigger scandal (Imagine the title: "Bisexual Blaise- Dumped Hermione for her Best Friend"). And I'm NOT going to let that happen. I pushed my way through the huge crowd, hoping for the best for Malfoy and Potter. I continued to run, I can't clearly see my way, but I know I'm out of view from any Hogwarts students, so I stopped, and gasped for breath. So did Granger.
'What did you do that for?' Granger said to me.
'Hey, I saved you from the crowd over there! I knew it was a bad idea; we should've met up somewhere else! You might as well owe me a Life Debt over there!' I replied angrily. Maybe Malfoy was right; "Mudbloods" don't have any gratitude. I sighed with irritation and walked off.
'Thanks…' said Granger, quite unwillingly. I turned around.
'… and sorry…' she continued, then I grinned cheekily.
'What was that Granger? I couldn't hear you…'
'I'M SORRY, OKAY! FOR SLAPPING YOU, AND GETTING THE MEETING WRONG, AND EVERYTHING! IS THAT ENOUGH?' she yelled. Sheesh.
'You could've done better, Granger, but I'll accept it for now.' I teased.
'Merlin! You are so difficult, Zabini!' she fumed. I snickered.
'Alright, I'm sorry too. For starting this whole crazy scene, and stuff.' I said.
She smiled, signalling now she thinks we're even now. 'Why, thank you Zabini. I guess I don't hate you as much anymore now.'
Then I followed her. 'Wait, Granger. Can you repeat that "sorry" for me again? It sounds like music to my ears.'
'Don't push your luck, Zabini. It took all my niceness to say that sorry to you.'
'One more thing, Granger. No matter what you say, or deny, I still think you have the hots for me. And this is the truth.' I said. And I was right, I was telling the truth. She made a face at me, then I winked at her suggestively (If you know what I mean).
'You're such a perverted moron, Zabini! Anyways, I'm off to Honeydukes. I think everyone else have gathered around the Three Broomsticks, probably questioning Harry and Ferret-Boy.' Granger replied.
(POV of no one, at the Three Broomsticks)
'Malfoy, what was between those two?'
'Harry, please tell me what's going on…'
'I'll bash you up if you don't tell me now, Potter.'
'Draco… please tell us! Were they fighting?'
'Merlin! Stay away from me!' Draco said, frustrated. Harry tried shoo-ing all the questioning Gryffindors.
'Where are those two?' Harry questioned in his mind.
(Back with Blaise Zabini!)
I followed her to Honeydukes. If there was a place where there's no Hogwarts population, I'll go there.
'Bug off, Zabini…' said Granger. I sneered.
'Hey, I like my confectionery. You can't stop me!' I said, purely to annoy her. She growled, but coped with me. I guess Muggle-borns does have anger management...
Granger opened the door, and all the adults in the store looked towards us with their "Oh, it's THEM" looks.
The old owner of Honeydukes looked at us with amusement as we arrived there.
'Well, well, well… if it isn't the most popular couple in Hogwarts… Miss Granger and Mr Zabini. Would you prefer a different type of sweets? Like the ones for a couple?'
'Actually… we're not going out or anything. It's all just rumours started by stupid Zabini over here…' Granger pointed out.
'I started it? You should've been more specific, and told me who gave me that… survey!' I argued.
'I can't, I promised I won't tell until it's time!' she replied.
'Ahem! Now what confectionery would you youngsters like today?'
After we ordered our sweets, we sat down on the same table.
'Zabini… I have an idea now…' Granger told me.
'What? A moment ago we were banging tables and now you have an idea…'
'I'm serious! According to my theory people likes observing us because we deny everything! Now… if we make things go their way, they'll get bored of us!'
'Not that you're not great companion, Granger… but I'm just not turned on at the idea of being your boyfriend.' I objected. She rolled her eyes.
'You don't have to. Harry will drink a Polyjuice Potion or something and pretend to be you. I won't mind kissing my best friend, and you don't have to do a single thing!'
Now that's a great idea. I nodded, agreeing with the solution. 'Great. Now we've got everything settled, let's get going!'
'Wait just a moment, Zabini. Since you're not in the act, YOU have to get the ingredients for the potion!'
'What! No deal!' I argued. I would've escaped, if Granger wasn't holding my shirt.
'Oh yes it is, Zabini. Either you play along or you get the supplies!'
I nodded with defeat then sighed. SuddenlyI felt a sharp jab on my head. Granger pulled out one of my hair!
'What was that for?' I yelled. She could at least ASK (probably I'll say no anyway though, so forget that…).
'There, you're one step closer to gathering everything for the potion. I needed a part of you for Harry to drink.' Granger "explained".
'I could've done it myself less painfully, you know. Missy violent!'
'Did you just call me violent, Zabini? I will be if you keep it up like this!' then Granger chased me. I ran out of the store.
'Help!' I yelled repeatedly, as I tried to escape the wrath of Granger.
The adults around ignored us. 'Young love...' I heard them muttered. Adults these days... HELP ME SOMEONE!
Phew! Finally finished this chapter! Took 30 minutes or so, trying to remember the plot! Err… thanks for reading again, and another special thanks to maraudin-around for reviewing continuously. I might not get internet access for a few days, so deal with it, sorry guys…