A/n: I apologize that I haven't updated in so long, I honestly have no excuses. I also apologize for the chapter being so short, but it just so happens to be my favourite chapter so far.

Sing To Me the Song of the Stars

For Once In Your Perfect Life

Hermione woke up with a massive headache and pondered as to why for a brief second. That was before the night's events cam back to her in little bits and she closed her eyes tighter than they already were.

She'd snogged Malfoy. Oh God. How could she? He was the pureblood, prejudiced, cocky idiot that she'd despised since first year. How could she have forgotten six years of hate in just one night? She was such an idiot! How could she have even thought of him like that.. Maybe if she completely ignored him for the rest of the summer, everything would be okay!

The thought of how just how far she'd gone with him crossed her mind, but she quickly pushed it out. She didn't even want to think of that. So she pushed her aching body out of bed, and trudged over to the door. The house was actually rather quiet. No showers running, no footsteps, nothing.

Feeling confused, she made her way over to the dinning room, where she suspected Blaise to be. She swung the door open, and it made a loud creeeeek. Wincing at the noise, she peeked through. Blaise was sitting, alone, eating breakfast. Hermione smiled to herself. She could always count on Blaise to be there, couldn't she?

"Morning." She said quietly as she sat down across from him.

A house elf scurried in and put in front of her a breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, and toast. After giving the house elf a smile, the girl looked up to the only other in the room. He hadn't exactly acknowledged her presence, had he?

"Blaise?" She questioned, this time, furrowing her brow.

He just went on eating, not even looking up from his food. Hermione gave up, and started on her toast. The silence was deafening, and was deeply troubling the brunette. It was when he got up that she spoke up again.

"Say something, Blaise."

He turned to her and gave her an icy glare. Hermione recoiled slightly, but glared at him right back.

"What's the matter with you?" She hissed.

He continued to glare at her for awhile, but finally spoke.

"What's the matter with me? Do you really want to know?" He growled.

She didn't say anything, just glared at him. And her head was killing her.

"So I was talking to Draco, and he said that he likes you. A lot."

"So? Why would you care?"

"Hermione, do you honestly think Draco could forget six years of prejudice towards you, just because you're a good shag?" He spat.

Hermione was taken aback. How dare he say that! Forgetting her earlier thoughts, she rushed to defend herself.

"It's possible for people to change, Blaise!" She cringed at the tone in her voice.

"Not Malfoy! Even you said, he'd always be same!" That was true..

"Well maybe I think differently now!"

"Just because he shagged you, doesn't change him! He's probably off snogging Parkinson right now!"

Could he stop shouting?

"He has more self-respect than that, you idiot! And we did not shag!" She made sure to emphasize the last part.

"Me, the idiot? You spent one night with him, you have no idea how much 'self-respect' he has! Stop pretending you know him!" He smacked his hand on the table for effect, but Hermione took no notice.

"Why can't you accept the fact that we like each other?" She was raising her voice now.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU, THAT YOU'RE JUST A WAY TO PASS THE TIME AND GET SOME PLEASURE OUT OF IT AS WELL? ARE YOU TOO DIM WITTED TO UNDERSTAND THAT?"

"I AM NOT DIM WITTED, YOU PRICK! AND I AM NOT SIMPLY PLEASURE!"

"SURE YOU ARE! DO YOU THINK THAT DRACO WOULD REJECT ALL THE GIRLS HE HAS LINED UP JUST BECAUSE YOU SPENT THE NIGHT WITH HIM?"

"YES!"

"WELL YOU'RE WRONG, HERMIONE GRANGER. FOR ONCE IN YOUR PERFECT FUCKING LIFE, YOU ARE WRONG."

And with that, he stormed out of the room, leaving a crying Hermione behind him.