Sing To Me the Song of the Stars

He Will Steal Your Heart Tonight

Hermione sat, board out of her mind, and Harry and Ron droned on about Quidditch. She was actually planning on chucking something at them.

"Did you see him? Got hit in the head with a Bludger, he did! Right out idiot, if you ask me. And, he lost them the game! They're out of the playoffs, now! Bloody fool. Should be kicked off the team. Never liked him.." Ron repeated, for what seemed like the tenth time that night.

Ever since his favourite team, the Chudley Cannons, had lost their most important game of the season because of their new Keeper, the male Weasley hadn't closed his overly large mouth about it.

"I know, how –"

"OH WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY? I KNOW THAT YOU'RE BLOODY SORE ABOUT THEM LOOSING, BUT GIVE IT A REST. IT WAS LIKE, WHAT, A WEEK AGO? GET OVER IT, STUPID BOY!"

"It was yesterday..."

With that, a very irritated Hermione stormed out of the Great Hall.

Honestly, they never shut up! Always going on and on about pointless things, like house rivalries or some other trivial thing. For Merlin's sake, they were sixteen! Couldn't they grow up, at least?

First, there was Ron. He just couldn't accept that she didn't have feelings for him anymore. He was constantly putting his hand on her thigh in class, or forcing her into a slobbery kiss, where she would always push him away. Then, he would have to nerve to bring girls into the common room and have his way with the desperate sluts while she was sitting across from them. It was wonder she hadn't full out bitch slap him yet.

Then there was Harry. Gods, the boy was always asking for advice, and she didn't mind from time to time, and she could accept he had his problems, being the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die and all, but he found an excuse to whine about everything. God, his life wasn't that tragic. It's not like he grew up on the streets or anything.

She rounded the corner to take the stairs up to the seventh floor, but was cut of by Malfoy calling out to her.

"Oi, Granger!"

Hermione reluctantly stopped, but didn't turn around; she wasn't really in the mood to deal with him right now.

"Yes, Malfoy?" She asked, slightly distracted.

As he got closer, she closed her eyes. He put his hand on her shoulder, the other finding the small of her back. He spun her around, and crushed her lips with his. She titled her head as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. His tongue rubbed against hers licentiously.

She ran her fingers through his silky hair as he gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him. He moved his fingers teasingly along her body, causing her to moan softly.

He placed lightly kisses along her mouth and jaw before pulling her in for another rough kiss. He pulled away suddenly and shook his hair out of his eyes.

"Watch yourself, Granger." He sneered, before walking off.

She sighed. That's how it always worked.

Hermione mumbled she password to the rather weary lady in the portrait and stumbled through. Glancing around, she saw that neither Harry nor Ron had returned from dinner yet and she breathed a sigh of relief. She actually didn't want to deal with them right now.

She retreated up to the girls' dorms, not wanting to confront her two friends later. She opened the door and lay on her bed. Resting her head on her pillow, she wondered how it had come to be like this, between her and Malfoy. It wasn't a relationship, not at all. She didn't feel anything for him, in fact; she still loathed him. But he was a damn good kisser. Not as good as Blaise, of coarse..

She rolled over and scowled. It all led back to him, didn't it? Oh, but she missed him. She missed the way he would kiss her when she was sad, the way he would hold her when she cried, and the way the told her not to worry about everything that was soon to come.

She missed his faint scent, something she could never really specifically name. She missed the notes placed in her hands in classes when no one was looking. She missed being with him; her heart ached for him.

With a flick of her wand, the light flicked off.

Just before she slipped into unconsciousness, she realised that tomorrow was Valentine's Day.

"I bet he's going to give you a rose! Ohh that would be soooo romantic!" A high voice gushed.

Hermione groaned. Lavender and Pavarti, on Valentine's Day…

"Shut up, you silly girls!" She snapped and shoved the pillow over her head.

Her roommates erupted in a fit of giggles. They were so annoying.

"So, Hermione. Fancy anyone?" Pavarti asked as she sat across from her.

Yes. "Not at the moment."

"Oh, how could you not? Harry and Ron are soooo cute. Ron especially. Pavarti thinks Ron likes me, what do you think?"

Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was so much better than their petty gossip.

"Oh, I just know he likes you! He's always looking at you.." She couldn't believe how fake she sounded.

Lavender bit her lip.

"I don't know. He always has girls in the common room. But I suspect he has to get his technique refined somehow, doesn't he?"

"Hah! As if, I've kissed him before, he's terrible at it. I don't think he's going to get any better." Oh, she was getting terribly mean, now.

"Oh have you? How sweet. Did you use to fancy each other?" Pavarti asked, looking extremely eager.

"Uh. Yeah. Well, he was a bit obsessive with me. It was actually quite scary, in truth." Hermione rolled her eyes and giggled. Oh God, she just giggled.

After fixing her hair and putting on some light makeup, she changed into her blue Abercrombie shirt, her favourite Moto jeans, and a yellow pair of Converse.

"Well anyways, I think I'm going to go down to breakfast now, if you don't mind.."

"Oh, we'll come. Can't miss all the chocolate's, now can I?" Pavarti laughed and sauntered out of the room, Lavender behind her, and Hermione in tow, who was mimicking their idiotic banter.

She snickered at Harry and Ron, who were sitting in the common room, and scrambled up to follow her once they saw her.

"Hermione! Can we talk?" Ron asked, pleadingly.

Lavender and Pavarti stopped, looking between the two.

"I'd rather not, Ronald. Maybe some other time?" She replied in a sickeningly sweet voice and rolled her eyes, before walking out of the common room and into the hallway.

Twenty minutes later, she was sitting in the Great Hall across from Lavender and Pavarti. Harry and Ron were sending her dark looks from the other side of the table. As she was eating her French toast, someone from across the room cried, "Mails here!"

Everyone looked up to see flocks of owls piling in. Hermione suppressed a groan. Everyone would probably get loads of chocolate, and she'd have to sit and watch. Bloody wonderful.

So while owls landed in front of all her friends, she looked extremely out of place. She shouldn't have even come. What was the point anyways? It wasn't like she was expecting anything from anyone…

An ear-piercing cry shot through the room. For the second time that morning, everyone looked up. A white eagle was soaring through the room heading for the Gryffindor table. It dropped a package in front of Hermione. With trembling hands, she took it. She unwrapped it slowly, tying to figure out what it could be. Her eyes widened. In it, where two black roses, that were twisted around each other.

"Hermione! There's a note." Lavender whispered.

Hermione looked down at wrapping paper. She picked up the paper and squinted her eyes to read it.

Meet me in the Room of Requirement.

She got up, wondering what to do with the roses. Pavarti smiled at her.

"I'll bring them up."

As she disappeared behind the doors, the room erupted in whispers.

"Hello?" She sounded insecure.

"Hermione." She turned to see a smiling Blaise.

"I have something for you." He handed her a small white box.

She opened it and gasped. . Inside was a breathtaking bracelet. made of diamond and was encircled with silver. She slipped it on.

"Oh, Blaise! It's stunning." She hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"It blocks the killing curse." He mumbled, slightly blushing.

He barely got the words out before her lips were on his. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. She brushed her hands down his chest and moaned quietly. Taking this as an advantage, he slipped his tongue in her mouth. She grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall roughly. He smiled slightly.

"I love you." She breathed.

a/n: Alllllllllllrighty. Another chapter finished, and I promise promise promise the next one will be up in afew days, I'm sorry it took so long!