I am so sorry guys! I had a little friendship problem… my friends were fighting, I can't be bothered to secretly wake up in dead quiet 1am to type and I left this file in the school computer, and all these problems! I didn't update daily like usual, sorry once more, but I wrote an extra long one this time. Sorry for all the soppiness and such in it though, but I want the story to go somewhere. I've also twisted the plot (Hee… how evil of me) with the arrival of a special someone, and I actually wrote out the plan this time, so I have a basic knowledge of what I'm going to write. Believe it or not, but I spent over an hour writing this… so you better enjoy it! And whether you did or not, I hope you'll review, praises increase my esteem, and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism really helps the story go on. Read and enjoy (and maybe review?) guys!

Note- No need for disclaimer, I done it on some page, we all KNOW for a fact JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, and Warner Bros makes the movie and such… and blah blah blah. Look, nobody can sue me as long as I don't claim Harry Potter's created by me.

If the story doesn't go with the Half-Blood Prince plot, tough luck. The story is going MY way, whether it makes sense or not (I try to make it as close as Order of Phoenix as possible), it should be enjoyable.

Announcement: Yay, got a copy off my mum's friend for Half-Blood Prince! Why did I ask my friend to borrow hers when her aunt finish with her copy, and reserved one down the library… seems pointless now… Getting it today (this is WAY early in the morning). Those who are feeling guilty (None, or not many) because I lose 2 hours of sleep to write stories every morning, it might make you feel better to know that I enjoy writing this. I enjoy seeing the hits from people too anyway.

(No one's POV)

Blaise broke off the kiss.

'Well… Granger… you're not a bad kisser…' he commented.

'What?' Hermione said, confused.

'Hermione!' Harry managed to yell, after gaping like a fish (A/N: Now where did I get that simile?).

'Harry? But… how? So he… and you… what?' Hermione said, even more confused. Then she looked at whoever she is holding onto (A/N: Blaise, but Hermy's still confused. Hee… Hermy).

'I kissed the real copy?' she remarked, surprised.

'What did you think I was trying to tell you, Granger?' Blaise replied.

Everyone else, except Harry, not knowing what the hell they are talking about walked off.

'Relationship problems…' some of them muttered amongst their friends.

As everyone was gone, Hermione broke the silence.

'Oh Merlin, I kissed Zabini! How can everything go wrong! The plan was supposed to be foolproof!' Hermione complained.

Blaise sighed. 'You Effin'dors are always stuffing up… stuff! It's not my fault Potter didn't drink the potion in time and you wouldn't believe me!' He looked at Hermione in the eyes. He was serious.

Hermione glared at him. 'Stop insulting MY house!'

Blaise snorted. 'Why? Because you can't insult mine? Why don't you try mucking up the word "Slytherin" huh?'

'Shut up!' Hermione said, she was flushed with embarrassment. Then she slapped Blaise right on the same spot, and ran off.

'Ouch! Slapped twice already, and she's not even my girlfriend!' Blaise yelled with… pain, I guess. He looked towards Harry, with a "what did I do?" face.

Harry didn't say anything, and just looked at Blaise disgustedly. Then he walked off as well.

Blaise just stood there, confused, not knowing what he did wrong.

'If I did something wrong anyway…' he thought, and walked away from the empty corridor.

(Hermione's POV, now she's in the bathroom)

I wiped off my tears from my red face. I never knew being wrong would hurt so much. Another fact I hate is that I KNOW Zabini was right, it wasn't his fault. It was mine. If I had listened to what he was saying, and wasn't so stubborn that he was Harry, probably everything would've turned out okay.

That's just one thing. But the thing I'm really upset about is because I actually quite enjoyed the kiss. Who knew that Zabini would be a great… wait, cross that out, an alright kisser?

I tried to assure myself it wasn't my fault for a while.

'Stupid Zabini… if only he told me…' I muttered to myself. But I can't do it, because it's a true fact that Zabini already told me that.

Then I wondered for a moment what it'd be like to be Zabini.

'Ha… he's probably confused stupid to find out why I slapped him… I don't know why either.' I joked to myself. Wait, he probably is doing that right now. Then I realised what I have to do now, and grabbed my magical black book.

(Nobody's POV, in the Slytherin bedroom whatever you call it)

I don't know how it goes in Hogwarts, so PRETEND this is what they do

Blaise already changed into his pyjamas from his robe, and sighed. Then he held his left cheek (A/N- Or was it the right one? Where did Hermione slap him?), where Hermione have slapped him twice already.

'Geez, Granger must have some sort of knack for slapping me…' he thought. Then he noticed a black book on his bed.

'Wait, that's Granger's book!' he thought. Then he grabbed it, and flipped the pages.

He was at the middle of the book when the letters start to appear. Then he read it, smiling. Not sneering, snickering, grinning mischievously or anything, just blissfully smiling.

He read out to himself what the page said. 'I'm sorry' he muttered.

(Sorry for all the soppiness guys, I'm feeling awfullyromantic today. Drats.)

(Nobody's view, the next morning.)

It was just another Transfiguration lesson the next morning for the fifth year Slytherins and Gryffindors, together. But this time, it's different.

Blaise looked around the classroom; there was a mixture of red and green all around, not the usual two different groups on different ends of the room. He looked at the different pairs.

This apparently, lightened the professor's day, even with a little nuisance at the corner called Umbridge.

Blaise was surprised, even Draco participated, and was partnered up with Dean Thomas, even though it seems that he did so unwillingly. Ron was being stubborn, and Neville was being confused and therefore went together. So did Crabbe and Goyle, since no one else wanted to be with them but each other.

Then he noticed something. He was the only one without a partner. He was the odd one out.

Suddenly the door slammed open. Then appeared a tired and huffing Hermione Granger, panting heavily.

'I'm… sorry… Professor…' she said.

'Unacceptable, especially from a Prefect, Miss Granger. 20 points from Gryffindor.' Umbridge said, pleased with herself.

All the students (even Slytherins) gaped their mouth at the unfairness, except a snicker from Draco and giggling from Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione almost lifted her hand, about to say something, but knew it was unwise to argue with Umbridge, risking an extra 50 points or so taken off.

She looked around. Harry was already with Daphne Greengrass, while Ron was not so happily sitting next to Neville. Dean Thomas… taken by Draco, Seamus Finnigan was with Derek Dunston (A/N- the only character I made up who got a part!), while Parvati Patil seemed happy enough to be with Millicent. She took another look around the class, and all her possible choices were taken.

'I'm sorry you were a BIT late Miss Granger.' Professor McGonagall said, looking at Umbridge with shifty eyes as she said the word "bit". 'But I guess you'll have to pair up with lonely Mr. Zabini over here.'

Almost all the students' faces beamed up as she said this (the main ones that weren't: Harry, Ron and Draco).

Hermione took the seat next to Blaise, blushing quite heavily from apologizing to him. It took her a LOT of courage to do that.

'Now, can someone here tell Miss Granger what to do now?'

A few hands shot up in the air. Professor McGonagall picked Daphne Greengrass.

'Yes, Miss Greengrass.'

'Let's see… we're doing that Vanishing thingy only with mice this time instead of snails…'

Hermione nodded, understanding what she was talking about. She didn't look at Daphne though, and stared at the opposite direction. But everyone knew something happened that made Hermione not want to look at BLAISE, since it was the main thing yesterday.

'Oi, Granger…' Blaise quietly said to Hermione, trying to start a conversation.

'Graaaangeeeer!' Blaise said in a very annoying way. Hermione seemed to take a lot of will power not to slap him again.

'Yoo hoo!' he said, then put his right hand in her front view and waved it up and down. She just pushed it aside and continued working.

'Hey, Granger. We're supposed to work together, remember?' Blaise reminded. He swore that he heard Hermione quietly growl.

She put the Vanishing spell on Blaise's mouse, and it almost disappeared. Blaise and Hermione were silent for a moment, until Hermione turned the other way again.

'That's all you're going to help me with?' Blaise said, tempted to infuriate Hermione. She ignored him. And all his comments for the rest of the lesson… Luckily, she did earn a few points from Professor McGonagall, but lost ten from that Umbridge for "not setting a good example as a Prefect". The lesson finally ended.

Hermione sighed, and then turned to the left. Blaise was there, approaching her.

'Oh, shit!' she thought. Then she ran off straight away to her next class.

'Hey, Granger, wait!' Blaise yelled. She ran even faster.

'Sheesh, girls are so difficult!' Blaise muttered. Then he checked the copy of the Gryffindor timetable he got off Dean Thomas.

'Ah… the advantage of befriending the Gryffindorks, you can make a copy of their stuff, and they won't even care!' he thought. 'Now let's see… where will I be able to chase up Granger?"

Blaise had hopelessly found Hermione in every chance he could, but hopelessly was unable to speak to her at all, as she always found a diversion to escape.

'Oh, Merlin. I might as well not thank her after all…' he sighed, almost giving up. 'Nah… one more try…' He sneaked up on her, and grabbed her shoulders from behind.

'Boo!' he goes. Hermione screamed, before turning around.

'ZABINI! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!' Hermione shouted angrily. He grinned widely.

'Hey, first time in the day that you talked to me.'

'Leave me alone, I have work to do…'

'Oh no, you don't!' Blaise replied, and grabbed her arm.

'Ahem…' Hermione went, almost in an Umbridge kind-of way.

'What is it, Miss Granger?' Blaise replied in a fake sugary voice.

'Let go of me, please. I've got a whole load of… Prefect stuff to do.' Hermione made up an excuse.

'Yeah, well Malfoy's a Prefect, and you don't see HIM working his brains out. If he has one, anyway…'

'If you have nothing better to say, I'm leaving.'

'Alright, alright. I just wanna talk to you about something you did last night…'

'What? Now you're gonna mock me more after I apologised? Pathetic, Zabini.'

'Nah… I wanna say sorry as well, you know. I guess it is a part of my fault that it didn't work out?'

Hermione looked up at his smiling not-so-mischievously face. 'No Slytherin trademark smirk, strange…' she thought.

'Well… I'm really sorry again for slapping you… again. I just got emotional and stuff, since I guess I was almost always right. And well… I got mad and stuff and you seem like the perfect thing to take it out on, I guess…'

Blaise was grinning widely. 'Oh, take me as a–' he joked, before he got cut off by Hermione.

'Shut up, Zabini.'

'Alright… well… you know I'm sorry too, anyway. And… stuff.'

Suddenly there were clapping and cheering everywhere, Blaise looked behind to see what it was (Hermione was facing that direction so she didn't have to turn around or anything). Almost the whole Hogwarts population were hiding behind the wall somehow, and just popped out of nowhere, applauded just like that.

'Problem solved!' Blaise overheard some say. Then they walked off, with the many "Well done, mate!" and "You go girl!" as the people (A/N- Err… wizards/witches…) walked past. Hermione, and Blaise opened their mouths widely.

Blaise looked at Harry. He could've swore that he saw Harry smiling at him, somehow appreciating what he'd done, whatever it was.

'Oh yeah, I guess it's because I apologised to Granger.' He thought. When he looked around, and assumed everyone was gone, he turned back to Hermione.

'Well… since you "humiliated" yourself, I might as well do so…' he continued.

'What do you mean "humiliated"?' Hermione remarked angrily.

'Just that…' Blaise said, and then grinned.

'You are so… I don't know what you are!' Hermione told.

'Alright, alright! I'll just get to the point! Uh… to "even" myself out with you, I guess I'll have to act all crazy and use up all my will power like you did…' Blaise said coolly. 'Tell you what, I'll take you on the next Hogsmeade weekend, yeah, that's two days away. How does that sound?'

'Oh my, wonderful. Couldn't wait.' Hermione replied sarcastically.

'Merlin, Granger. I'm serious. Take it or leave it before I become sane again.'

'Harry, it's not funny. Change back into yourself now.'

'Would I have this if I was him?' Blaise questioned, hodling out the black book.

She flushed immediately. Then she decided to change the subject.

'And what would going out with you change anything?'

'Well… if I'm going to pretend to be your boyfriend, we have to "go out" at some point, won't we?'

'Oh, so now you're in the act…'

'Don't blame me for doing so. This is wise since Potter's pretty hopeless anyway.'

'Don't you go around insulting Harry!' Hermione said to Blaise forcefully.

'Well… Malfoy have done so for the past four and a half years!'

'What? You never see me telling off the twitchy little ferret? You need glasses.'

'And mess up my looks, then look like Potter's twin or something? I'm out.'

'Well… you two sound like a married couple already!' a roguish voice said.

'Piss off, Malfoy.' Blaise shoo-ed him straightly.

'Tck, Zabini… your Mommy-darling won't be too happy to hear that.'

'Well… your effing dad won't be so glad that you even associated with a non-pureblood, like that Thomas over there.'

'That "friend" of yours, Nott, and apparently the rest of the class…. "extorted" me so I won't pair up with you…' he looked at Blaise. 'Or… you.' Then he examined Hermione like she's some sort of disgusting insect.

'That'll never happen, Malfoy.'

'I'll agree on that, Mudblood.'

Hermione's blood boiled. Blaise apparently saw that Hermione is trying to calm herself.

'Ooh, watch out Malfoy.' Blaise warned teasingly.

Draco just smirked, and apparently got slapped. Hermione seems to be awfully emotional lately.

'Granger… so you have a fetish for slapping Slytherins!' Blaise taunted. Then he grabbed his cheek. 'I can't complain on that, Slytherins DO have the smoothest skins.'

'Uh… sorry Malfoy, been a bit depressed lately…' she apologised, blushing furiously.

So did Malfoy (the blushing thing), but Blaise suspected that it was more out of anger.

Hermione felt weird for apologising just like that to Malfoy without any punchline or anything.

'Hey, Malfoy. I still think you're better in ferret form, much cuter as well. Gonna apply to be an Animagus? Or are you gonna be an unregistered one like an ex-reporter?'

Draco scowled angrily and walked off.

Hermione slightly coughed up the name "Rita Skeeter", but Blaise didn't seem to get the point, since he didn't know about this.

'Now… are you coming with me to Hogsmeade or what?'

'I'll come, sheesh.'

'Quit making it sound like I BEGGED you to come, Granger. You should be happier.'

Draco seemed to stop for a moment, but then walked off casually.

'Going out with that Mudbloood… that Zabini…' he muttered.

'Well… uh… see you till… some time later…' Blaise said, and walked off. Then Hermione went into the opposite direction.

As Hermione continued to stroll towards her common room, Pansy Parkinson passed her.

'Good on you, Granger…' Pansy whispered and walked off without a single insult.

Hermione smiled with delight. 'Well… maybe this whole "me and Zabini" thing isn't so bad after all…' she thought.

She almost reached the common room, and continued down the corridor, until she heard a familiar voice.

'That vos a wonderful trip outside 'Ogwarts, Proffesor Dumbledore. Thank you!' the voice echoed. 'I vill be more than 'appy to pay a visit to all your students… one in par-tee-cu-lar.'

'Can't be him…' Hermione thought of a certain person.

'No problem. Glad to see that you've improved on your pronunciations!' seemingly Dumbledore said it, since there was no one else who sounded like that.

'You're welcome. I see you haff noticed!' said the familiar voice. Then they continued discussing on how beautiful the outdoors of Hogwarts was, and so on.

Hermione just decided to forget about this, and walked tiredly to the common room.

(The next morning… still nobody's POV… God!)

The next morning it was time for Arithmancy for Hermione. Then a shadowy figure appeared, and waved to her.

Hermione immediately recognised this, and grinned, surprised.

'Oh Merlin, it IS you!' she said excitedly.

'I've missed you… Her-my-ohh-nee!' Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere like he has always done.

'Well… I assume you would want to take our guest on a little tour around the castle, Miss Granger. Surely you haven't forgotten about…'

TO BE CONTINUED (A/N- Wonder who the person is? Or is it downright obvious?)

Thanks to all reviewers, I almost reach 40 by now… (Certainly hope that it is now), really put an increase in my self esteem! Arigato, thanks, whatever, but just thanks, like I always write. Sorry for all the seriousness and not much funnies, but if the story's gonna get somewhere… let's just say life isn't always funny.