Murgg... Here's Chapter 21 of Matchmaker... as I've probably said before, my grammar's terrible, my spelling's okay, and I'm trying to fix it, and that I don't own Harry Potter... So on...

I hope this chapter's good enough for your liking, guys! Sorry if it's a bit short, I promise I'll write longer next time... maybe!

Chapter 21

(More happy fun chapters in Nobody's POV)

Hermione stormed out of the castle (since it was permitted for the night), and sat on a bench next to some rose bushes. Then she started yelling angrily.

'Grrr! That boy annoys me to no end! Heck, if only I had something else to wear, I would've ripped his freakin' dress robes apart! I'll… I'll–'

Before she finished her sentence, she started weeping again.

Blaise knew where this was going. 'Look, Professor, I didn't mean to–'

'Just come along, Mr Zabini, let's go to my office,' McGonagall ordered.

Blaise followed, and avoided everyone's stares uneasily.

Blaise took a seat, per McGonagall's instruction.

'Have a biscuit, Mr Zabini,' she offered.

'No thank you,' Blaise muttered.

'Just have a biscuit,' she said sternly, and he hesitantly took a Ginger Newt.

It reminded him of the time Hermione forced information out of Pansy Parkinson by getting her drunk enough with the spiked fruit punches. He decided not to nibble even a bit of his Ginger Newt, in case there's poison in it. Or some sort of truth serum.

'Now tell me, Mr Zabini, why did you say all of those things to Miss Granger? Does Mr Smith have anything to do with this?'

'Look, I don't know, okay? I just felt angry all of the sudden…' Blaise said

'Can you be more specific on why you were angry?'

'No,' Blaise commented in a rude way.

'So you won't tell me anything?'

'Why should I?'

'Nothing at all?'

'Well, duh, nothing.'

'Would you prefer to talk about this with your friends instead?'

'Yeah, sure, if you can make them appear in this office out of thin air.'

'Actually, Mr Zabini, they're waiting at the front of this office right now,' McGonagall replied, ignoring Blaise's rude tone. 'Come here, Mr Nott, Dunston, Meliflua and Miss Greengrass.' The four Slytherins entered the room.

McGonagall stood up, and went towards the exit. 'Now, I'm just going to leave you five to work on it somehow, and tell me when you're done, I don't feel comfortable leaving five students in my office without any supervision.'

After a few seconds of silence, Theodore cleared his throat. 'Blaise, what did you do that for?'

'Argh! I don't know! Seeing her just made me feel so… angry!'

'Does it have anything to do with seeing her with Zacharias Smith?' Daphne mumbled. Blaise looked amused.

'Actually, I think that might be the reason,' Theodore pointed out, 'since Ireckon there's something you're not telling us, Blaise.'

'Look, Blaise, pardon me for delving into your personal life, but, who was the other girl you asked to go with before deciding to get a pity date from Daphne?' Derek questioned.

'How did you know it was a pity date?'

Derek looked at Daphne, who flushed. 'I kinda told him about you asking someone before me, since he was going on about how you have the hots for me and stuff…'

'Hey! Telling him that wasn't a part of the plan!' Derek said.

Blaise sighed. 'Okay, I asked Granger to go with me, happy?'

'Actually, we're not. We're concerned about you, Blaise. You never lash out on anyone like this most of the time. The last time we saw you this angry was when Malfoy… well… insulted your family!' Derek added, as the other three nodded in agreement.

'I think I might know your problem, Blaise,' Xerxes said. 'I bet you're jealous that she picked Zacharias Smith and rejected you… But I can't believe that Hermione would be that desperate, I mean, I think you're much better than the stuck-up freak.'

'She didn't plan to go with Smith,' Daphne pointed out. 'She was going to go with Ron Weasley, but she said something about him getting hit by a spell… he couldn't attend…'

Theo laughed. 'He was better off not coming; did you see his dress robes last year?'

'No,' Xerxes said, 'how was it like?'

'You wouldn't want to know,' Derek answered.

'Look, I don't care about who Granger's going to the ball with, or how Weasley's dress robes last year looked like. So I got rejected, big deal!'

'You calling her a "mudblood bitch" totally contrasted your statement!' Daphne scoffed.

'I get it now! Blaise, I think you were disappointed enough that she picked Weasley over you, but then seeing her with someone even worse delivered the final blow!' Xerxes explained his new theory proudly. Theo nodded approvingly.

'Granger has nothing to do with this!' Blaise yelled out.

'She has a lot to do with this! She was the one who got insulted… by YOU!' Daphne screamed back.

'Look, let's just refer to her as some random person who happened to be in my way when I got angry, okay?'

'You weren't so angry before you saw her. And I know for a fact that you've been avoiding her, too!' Theodore said.

'Screw that!'

'Blaise, we're not asking you for much. We just want you to tell us the truth,' Daphne said quietly.

Blaise stayed quiet for a while. 'What do you want to know?'

'Everything, starting with what you said to Hermione,' Xerxes answered.

Blaise sighed. 'Fine, then. Well, I said that her date doesn't look like Weasley, after that, Smith and Daphne walked off… (Daphne blushed)'

'I said, "You rejected me for him?" and she said that it wasn't her fault Weasley got hit by a spell, and that she didn't plan to come with Smith. I told her, "Of course your date is better than me, for starters, he's in the Quidditch team".'

'Oh dear…' Theo commented.

'Then, she asked me whether I suggest that she should come to the ball by herself. I replied, "Maybe you should!" and asked her how she hooked up with Smith, and whether they had any snogging sessions after Quidditch training in the broom cupboards.'

'Insensitive!' Daphne whispered. Blaise ignored her.

'She said that I only said those crap because I didn't get into the Slytherin team, and asked whether it's her fault. I told her yes, because she screwed up my mind. She asked, "What's that got to do with anything", and I said it's got to do with everything.'

'You said that?' Xerxes remarked, surprised.

'Afterwards, she said she couldn't believe me, why was I so upset because she walked in with a date? She said, "Maybe because I rejected you?"'

'I told her that I don't care about her opinion on me, so she commented, "I suppose you're upset because of that", and I called her… a… that… a–'

'Okay, Blaise, that's enough for now. So, to sum it up, you insulted her date, even though I don't think she minded, then you accused her of having an intimate relationship with him, which she did mind. After that, you blamed everything on her, told her she screwed up your mind, and called her a… you know…' Derek gathered. Blaise nodded, then thought for a while.

Suddenly he had an expression of utmost horror on his face. 'Merlin's beard… I was such a prick to her!'

Theodore nodded, 'Glad that you've finally realised how terrible you acted back there!'

'But it's too late now… Probably she'll curse me to a pile of sludge if I come near her now…'

'It's not too late,' Daphne said, 'you can still apologise to her. She's near the rose bushes, crying her eyes out because of your extremely tactless comments.'

'She's still crying?' Xerxes remarked. 'Whoa, that's a new Hogwarts record!'

'No, it's not,' Daphne said matter-of-factly, 'the record for crying is four hours, 46 minutes, 29 seconds, achieved by Gwyneth Hepburn, who happened to be rejected by her crush in 1963.'

'And you know this stuff… how?' Derek asked, suspicious.

Daphne rolled her eyes. 'I just do, okay? Deal with it.'

'You can still make it now, Blaise, before she starts making a voodoo doll shaped like you,' Xerxes urged. 'Or maybe she finished the doll, and is still looking for a pin to–'

'She's NOT making a voodoo doll, Xerxes!' Theodore said. 'But do hurry, Blaise, you can see her from right here!'

Theo pointed towards the window. Blaise opened it, and heard weeping, and saw a girl in green-and-silver dress robes.

'I'm jumping down,' Blaise said.

'No, you're not. I'd rather a grumpy Blaise in one-piece than a puddle of blood with pieces of Blaise Zabini!' Daphne disallowed.

'I don't care. I'm jumping down,' Blaise said.

'Yeah! Tell her, Blaise!' Xerxes said, before Daphne glared at him. 'Sorry…'

'Derek, help me out!' Daphne pleaded. Derek poked his head out of the window, and looked down. It was a long way from where they were.

'Sorry, Blaise, mate, but I have to agree with Daphne here, it's too high,' Derek said.

Blaise, who already had a foot on top of the window, withdrew from jumping out, then simply stood in front of the window. 'You're right, guys. I'll just take the safe way and go down the– AAAARGH!'

Blaise was falling down, and he was about to land on the rose bushes.

'AAAARGH!' he continued screaming.

Hermione stopped weeping, since she heard a familiar scream.

Zabini… she thought wearily.

'Go away, Zabini,' she mumbled. But he kept screaming, and didn't reply.

Hermione turned around, and saw Blaise falling down. 'ZABINI, NO!'

PS- The next chapter might take longer to upload to ffnet. Sorry about this guys, school is only three days away!