Guess who? THat's right, it's me! With another Matchmaker chapter, fresh from the oven! (Readers: You mean, youbake your story?) Well, it's just a saying, since I don't have an oven myself... bleh... But here it is, anyway! Thanks to those oldies who waited for this, and newbies who just started reading this silly story not long ago!

(Enjoy!)

(Hermione's POV)

It was me screaming. After Zabini found out what's going on, he joined me, and screamed as well.

'Aaaargh! A bansheeeee!' Seamus was heard from a corridor nearby. 'No, it's TWO banshees! Run!'

I heard Seamus drop his books, and heard him run away as well.

Theodore Nott grabbed one of the floating papers. That's right, it's the Granger-Zabini News. Again…

'Oh no…' he muttered. It must be something bad! I was shaking like crazy, and couldn't aim properly.

'Evanesco! EVANESCO!' I shouted out the Vanishing spell. I repeated the same procedure, and I missed every time. This is terrible…

(Blaise's POV)

She was shaking like mad, and every single 'Evanesco!' she was launching missed… very badly.

'This is pointless, Granger, let the expert do the work!' I said, then rolled up my sleeves professionally.

I reached into my pocket. 'Holy shit, where did my wand go?' I yelled out.

'Zabini!' Granger told me off.

'Well, excuse me!' I rebutted.

'Looking for your wand, Zabini?' said a sly voice. It was that Malfoy, sticking out like a Quaffle with his red and gold skin, and he was holding my wand with his filthy hand.

'Give it back, Malfoy. Do I look like I want these things to be published? I think you are such a pain, Ferret!' Then I approached him, and was within a metre towards him.

'Oi, Zabini, don't!' Granger yelled, then she ran and stood next to me. Meanwhile, Theo (who was really good with his Vanishing spell) managed to turn all the Zabini-Granger Times into nothingness.

'Funny, the feeling's mutual!' Malfoy said, and looked just as angry as I am.

'You are so going to be dead, Malfoy. Even your Death Eater daddy can't get you out of this!'

Malfoy looked struck, just like I wanted him to be.

(Hermione's POV)

'You are so going to be dead, Malfoy. Even your Death Eater daddy can't get you out of this!' Zabini mocked.

'You can talk, Zabini. Your mother's a slut and your father's a half-blooded bastard!' Malfoy insulted.

'That's enough…' I started, to say, but Zabini already choked Malfoy.

'Take that back!' Zabini shouted, and punched Malfoy harder.

'How… dare… you… call my mother a slut!' Malfoy tried to run away, but was unable to.

It took all my, and friends of Zabini's strength to restrain Zabini, who looked like he was still itching to put Malfoy's head on a stake.

'You… die… NOW!' he yelled out to Malfoy, who was wiping non-existent dirt from his robes.

'That's right, Mudblood, Nott, Dunston, if he knows what's good for him, he wouldn't try to beat me up into a pulp! And so what if I call your father a bastard? Wait, I forgot, you're a bastard as well! Like father, like son, I have to sa–'

It looks like that Malfoy was the one who didn't know what was good for him, and that was because he kept insulting an already furious Blaise Zabini.

Suddenly, Zabini seemed to have gained extra power, and managed to get himself out of our grips. He tackled Malfoy to the ground, and started choking Malfoy again. It looked like as if Malfoy was really having trouble breathing.

'Help… me!' Malfoy managed to choke out.

'Blaise, stop, I know you're sensitive about this subject, but STOP!' Nott tried to prevent him from being guilty of murder.

'What's going on here?' Snape's voice was heard. 'Why are six of my Potions students absent from class?'

Blaise stopped choking Malfoy, but was still gripping his neck tightly.

'The arsehole– Malfoy– He… he called my mother a– a slut…' Zabini explained coldly (and angrily), yet he was stuttering. 'And called my father a half-blooded bastard, and me as well…'

'Is this true, Miss Granger, Mr Nott, Mr Dunston?' Snape asked silkily. All of us three nodded absent-mindedly.

'Well, then, everything's settled, no points taken…'

'But Malfoy, he insulted Zabini, and his family!' I shouted out defensively, without knowing why. 'What about him? Won't Malfoy get at least detention?'

'Miss Granger, as I've told you previously, WATCH YOUR TONGUE,' Snape said, with cold fury, not unlike Zabini's. After he took a deep breath, he regained his silky manner again.

'Now, Mr Malfoy insulted Mr Zabini, yes, but Mr Zabini was fighting in the corridor, so it's only fair that nobody get their points taken, understand, Miss Granger? I would've thought someone with an intellect like yours would've understand… I was wrong…' Then he signalled for us to follow him to the Potions classroom. 'Anyway, where is Mr Finnigan?'

'Uh...'

(Nobody's POV)

The Potions lesson was dull, except for the whispers of what happened in the corridor, since Blaise was shouting so loudly that everyone else heard.

Hermione took a seat next to Harry, and Blaise, Theodore & Derek sat next to her in that order.

Snape started his lecture, and talked about the Wit-Sharpening Potion they were about to brew.

'You know, I'm surprised Snape didn't give you a detention…' Harry whispered to Hermione from the corner of his mouth. Hermione nodded in reply.

'Potter, attention!' Snape said, but Harry was too amazed that he didn't take any points off Gryffindor that he ended up with a glazed look in his eyes.

Seamus was still absent...

The lesson finally ended, but Hermione didn't recall anything about it, except that she was there, and she absent-mindedly took down notes (Snape's lecture was too long that they didn't have time to brew the potion). She was thinking too much about the previous incident.

'Hey, Zabini!' she chased him up.

'Can't you see that I'm busy here, Granger? Leave me alone!' he said grumpily.

Suddenly, Theo ran from nowhere towards the two students, and yelled out, 'Hey, Blaise, since you're not going to be busy anytime soon, which involves now, let's go to Montague and ask him whether you can replace Malfoy as Seeker!'

'So much for busy…' Hermione mumbled.

'Didn't I tell you I'm not interested in Seeking? I want to Chase, darn it! And… alright, I'm not busy! What do you want? Here to call me a bastard, I suppose!'

Hermione looked at him disbelievingly. 'Hey, calm down, I just want to be nice! I was just about to say that however annoying you are, Zabini, you are certainly not a bastard!'

'Uh…' Theo said, then scratched the back of his head. 'I'm just going to go now… I've got… uh… to do… err… Bye…' Then he sprinted off towards the Dungeons.

'Well… you see, Granger… I… uh… I'm…' Blaise started to explain, still unsure whether to explain whatever it was to Hermione.

'What? Spit it out!' Hermione forced.

'Well… what Malfoy said… I'm… uh… Do I have to answer?'

'Yes you do, Zabini, so hurry!'

'When Malfoy called me a bastard, and my father too… he's… uh… kinda right. I technically am a bastard… literally… same goes with my father…' Blaise continued, and forced a grin, as if he never took Malfoy's insult seriously.

Hermione stood there, shocked.

'Heh… Probably he's right about my mother as well, she probably is a slut… Marrying all these rich people…'

'Look, Zabini. Just because she's… "moving on" from one death of a husband a bit quick doesn't make her a slut. And just because they died and left mounds of Galleons behind doesn't make her one either…' Hermione comforted. But inside, she wasn't really sure. She wasn't really sure why she was comforting Blaise either.

'And it's annoying how they all said she's been poisoning them, but Mum's probably jinxed or something. She didn't really want them to die…' Blaise explained, as if Hermione just announced that she thought his mother was a murderer.

'Oh…' Hermione said, running out of things to say. They stayed in silence uncomfortably for a while.

'Man, I feel like someone out of a Muggle sob story…' Blaise added.

'Um… I've got to go to Arithmancy now…' she awkwardly explained her departure.

'Okay… I'll just go to my lesson, then… you know, Muggle Studies…' Blaise said uncomfortably, then walked towards the opposite direction.

'Uh… bye…' Hermione greeted.

'Later…'

Then they both barely made it to their classes.

Hermione saw Theodore Nott signalling to her to sit on his table, and Hermione sat down awkwardly. Malfoy was on a different table on the other side of the room, and was making a disgusted face.

'Just ignore the moron… I need to talk to you… about…' Theo cleared his throat. 'Blaise. As one of his friends, I think you, as his girlfriend, own the right to know that… he's… well… a bastard. Literally. You see, his parents just graduated out of their schools, his mother was from Beuxbatons, and him from Hogwarts. His mother wanted to see England and stuff, and your father was just this guy hanging around some place, and they met, and… well, duh…'

Hermione was finding out more about Blaise than she ever needed to know by the minute, involuntarily.

'Well, he already told me about the part where he's a… bastard… and he told me his father was one too…'

Theo looked amused. 'How long did it take you to squeeze the info out of him? It took me two weeks of following him around making rude comments for me to find out why he gets so worked out when people say the word "bastard". You know, sometimes he twitch, and even turn around and hold his wand out, like someone's about to attack him…

'Huh?' Hermione said, surprised.

'…And it took Derek only three days of whining, that was the record. What about you?'

'Uh… I just told him that he wasn't a bastard… not literally! And then he told me all these stuff!'

Theo's eyes widened. 'Merlin, he must really like you if he told you all that without you asking for them…'

'…' Silence.

Hermione flushed slightly, before Professor Vector warned them the next time they don't pay attention house points would be taken off.