Okay. I've finally got my lazy ass to get off the chair and do it. I'm gonna revamp Matchmaker.

Not the whole thing, I mean, as in turn it into a completely different thing, just edit the chapters one by one. Maybe you won't even notice! It's gonna be the same thing, just with better grammars and less errors.

'Zabini let me repeat this again. You. Me. Dance?'

'Yup, totally.'

'You're joking me.'

'Does this look like a joking face to you?'

'As a matter of fact, Zabini, it does.'

'Thank you, Granger. But… well… umm… do you want to?'

Hell, I do! 'Uh… sure… why not?' Hermione replied.

'I think I should warn you about the fact that I'm one of the world's crappiest dancers.'

'So am I, so we're even.'

'Err… Do you want some music?'

'Huh?'

'Y'know… for dancing and… er… stuff…'

'Well, I guess so, since I can't dance without music,' Hermione said.

Blaise grabbed Hermione's hand. 'Let's move closer to the Great Hall, then, so we can hear some of the music.'

Hermione was too flushed to say anything back.

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'Not bad, Zabini, not bad…' Hermione commented, impressed. 'Where did you learn to dance?'

'I could ask you the same thing.'

'Uh… thanks, I guess?'

'Did Viktor dance as well as me?'

'Well…'

'What?'

'…' Hermione flushed. 'I don't really want to judge dancing skills.'

'Suit yourself.'

After a long moment of silence, Blaise cleared his throat.

'Remember when I thought you liked me? Well, I'm over that now. You can… run off with Weasley or something, I don't care.'

Hermione felt a small tinge of hurt. 'I don't run off with people.'

'Sorry for getting you in that old mess, if I wasn't so idiotic…'

'Don't worry about that, it's over, and anyway, you weren't idiotic, you were just-'

I do care, damn it! If Weasley dares to run off with Granger, he'll die a painful- No no no no no! I don't care!

'Shut up!' Blaise yelled out.

'Excuse me?' Hermione said, offended.

'No, I didn't mean you! I was… uh… discussing with… umm…' he looked at the floor.

'Mr Floor?'

'Mr Fl- No! I was… umm… talking to myself… in my head.'

Hermione laughed. 'You're so weird, Zabini.'

'So are you.'

'Oh, thank you.'

'Umm… can we like, get over this whole "Zabini" thing? Since we're like, kinda close, no, not in that way! As in, like, kinda friends now and all, I thought you could… well…'

Hermione watched him stutter, yet he was still dancing perfectly well.

'As in… I'd prefer it if you'd… y'know, call me "Blaise" instead…'

'Okay, Blaise.'

'No extra emphasis on the name?' Blaise joked.

'Nope. And since I'm calling you Blaise now, you could call me Hermione, I guess.'

'Glad we got that settled out.'

'Hn.'

'Your eyes aren't that puffy anymore. They're almost normal.'

'And what's your point, exactly?'

'Well, I think we should go back into the hall now, and clear people's misunderstanding.'

'Are you sure, Zabini? They might as well be throwing silverwares at you the moment you enter.'

'Good point. You go in first.'

'No! Why don't you?'

'One word: Silverwares.'

'We'll just go in on the same time, then!'

They reached the entrance to the hall, and it seems that nobody was aware of their presence.

Blaise felt Hermione's grip on his arm tighten.

'Relax, if there's gonna be any silverwares flying our way, they'd be heading towards me.'

'You're right, Zabini. I can do this.'

They stepped into the hall. Everyone glared at Blaise, until they noticed Hermione was next to him.

Parvati Patil, who was too angry to see Hermione hiding behind Blaise, approached him and slapped him.

'Ouch! What was that for?'

'I'm not impressed, Zabini! You dare hurt our Hermione and-'

'Umm… Parvati? I'm right here…'

'Hermione! What did he do to you! Did he force you to come with him?'

'No! I came on my free will!'

'Oh no, he brainwashed her, too!'

'I'm not brainwashed! We just… struck an agreement, and now everything's all fine and dandy.'

'So… everything's okay?'

'Yeah.'

'Do you feel a bit light-headed? A bit dizzy? Sleepy, perhaps?'

'Parvati, I am NOT brainwashed,' Hermione replied firmly.

'Right. Great… Well, uh… have fun, then.'

Even though no silverwares came their way ('What is it with silverwares!' Blaise remarked), Hermione and Blaise were aware that most people were watching them.

'Bloody hell, when will they stop staring?' Blaise said. 'I'm just sitting down…'

'You think they're still suspicious?' Hermione whispered.

'Uhh… of me torturing you to come back here, or of me brainwashing you, because Patil is still not over it…'

'No, I mean of you… umm… doing the same thing again…'

'I'm not going to,' Blaise said.

'…'

'I solemnly swear that I shall not say anything offensive to you.'

'Don't make promises you can't keep…'

'I can so!'

'How about you revise it to offensive things meant to actually hurt my feelings?'

'Uhh… I'll do that, then.'

Silence again. Blaise was getting used to this.

'Hermione?'

'Uh-huh?' Then Hermione turned towards Blaise.

'I… Umm… I…. Well… Actually… Uh…'