Disclaimer:

Me: I seriously don't think this is right.

Friend: And stealing a character is?

Me: Good Point.

(Turns to dealer)

Me: I'll have one Hermione for $400 dollars.

Friend: I thought you wanted her robes for $80?

JK: It's not like she can get them. I own this shop.

Me: You little...I hate.....hit you!!!!!

Friends: (Drags me out of shop)

I somehow think she stalks me to find out were I would be. Yeah, like that would ever happen. No one would stalk me cause I'm not famous (tear).

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Reviewer Shout Out: Now, I'm sure you've noticed that there was no chapter preview last chapter. That's because I had no idea how this chapter would go. Karana, thank you for telling me about how you think the relationship is going. I was beginning to get worried. Gryffindor620, I'm sorry. If I knew your name was Victoria, I wouldn't have used it. But, the Victoria in my story gave me a great idea for the Christmas Ball. I guess I should dedicate that character to you. I've been dedicating a lot lately. Xx2EMO4YOUxX, I will definitely put more scenes between them. Notice how they steadily spend more time together. Kadoatie24, I could email you a clue about Victoria and Blaise if you want. It's a treat for your last review being you longest. Anybody else who wants a clue about something should put it in his or her next review. The only clues I won't be giving are clues about the ending and other things that I have to think shouldn't be revealed for the story. Since the bets are moving kind of slow, I decided to give some people a clue. I will rarely offer clues, so take your chance now. Sacagawea, (I'm not saying this in a mean way) Winter Royalty was what my friends and I came up when we were bored. The suggestion had to be easy for me to write and kind of weird because Victoria isn't one of those beloved characters in this fic (no offense Gryffindor 620). Iluvquotes2004, This chapter is dedicated to you for being my hundredth reviewer (takes out party hat). The next person in the bet will come in one or two chapters...hopefully.

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A Week Later

This was not a good day to be groggy. I had one of those nauseating feelings that you get one morning for no reason at all. What did I do to deserve this? I had to be happy and bright to act like Blaise and I are happy being friends. We were going to make an appearance at the Quidditch game today. We've talked about being actual friends. We were acting like it in public and in private. There was no tension or hatred between us. Well, there was never hatred. There was mutual indifference, but never hatred. I could love Blaise like I love Harry and Ron. He could be a brother to my already big family.

"Umm, Hermione? Aren't you going to look slightly cheerful for us? You're going aren't you?" asked Ron.

I rubbed my eyes. I'm sure it looked like I hadn't slept in a few days. "Yeah, cheer. Need scone."

Harry gave me the scone and patted my hand. Ron poured me coffee.

Ginny came in and sat next to Ron. "You shouldn't be the one who isn't eating, unless cheering makes you get that nauseas feeling."

I glared. "As a matter of fact, it does." I looked at Ron. "If you never eat on Quidditch Day, why bother filling your plate with food?"

"I don't need the food. I just need the comfort of the food being there," explained Ron.

Harry rolled his eyes. "We'll see you after the match, Hermione." Harry then took Ron's arm and lead him out of the Hall.

I nodded and looked at Ginny. She looked a bit nervous. "What's wrong?" I asked.

She hesitated a little. "Are you sure you're ok with Neville and me? I mean, you're not mad right?"

"Of course not, Gin. It's been like forever since that happened. I've just been stressed with all the work I've had to do while still trying to fit in my friends," I replied. I actually sort of forgot about the incident. Plus, Neville and I are still good friends.

"Oh ok. It's just, you haven't been saying hi to me in the hall lately and I was wondering-."

"It's ok. You should enjoy being with Neville. He's a good guy," I said reassuringly. He was actually kind of perfect for Ginny.

She smiled and went to go change out as well.

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Outside the Quidditch Pitch

I was one of the last people to walk out for the Quidditch match. Eating didn't make me feel better. In fact, it made me feel like I had rocks in my stomach. They were huge and lumpy and all the way up to my throat. Blaise grabbing my arm and whirling me around didn't help either.

"Don't do that. This is not a good time," I snapped.

"Sorry. Are you ok? You look like you're about to throw up after getting drunk. Hey, did you go to that party last night? I didn't mean to spike the punch," he said concerned. A Slytherin is concerned about me. I should write this down.

I looked at him while holding my stomach. He apparently forgot that I was Head Girl under very strict guidelines. But the nauseating feeling I had didn't let me think. And I didn't want to upset him because of the whole bet thing. "I'll pretend like I didn't hear that."

Blaise started to drag me again. I got the feeling of getting dizzy and nauseas again. Didn't he care that the parts of the scone I ate could easily decorate his robes in a few seconds?! I was tripping over stands and robes, but did he care? No! But this was just the new headache talking. It was probably holding dance lessons in my brain. Really painful, annoying dance lessons. The bright yellow robes were the only things I noticed. "Why are we in the Hufflepuff section?"

"So we can stick out. Isn't it funny that they still wear their robes even when they're not playing?" chuckled Blaise. The Hufflepuffs heard this and scooted away from us rather harshly. I smiled sheepishly at them.

I turned to Blaise. "You are being so insensitive right now," I said through gritted teeth.

He started to rub my back. "Are you seriously feeling sick?"

"Not that-."

"Good, than act like we're friends. We seriously need to win," said Blaise putting his arm around me. He didn't let me finish my sentence!

"Are you that lovesick over Victoria that you wouldn't give a crap for MY well-being," I asked in my grouchiest voice. I hate it when I have bad moods. But, this time, I was sick, so sympathy should be thrown over to me.

"I'm sorry. Are you sure you can stay here much longer? We can just make another appearance somewhere else," he said a little softer.

That's what got me to stay. I should really stop caring sometimes. But, that unfortunately doesn't happen that much. "I'm ok, Blaise. I'll try to sit through this one."

"AND THEY'RE OFF!! MARVELOUS DAY FOR QUDDITCH!! AND THERE'S THE QUAFF-."

"Zambini, why aren't you in the Slytherin section," asked a very familiar voice.

"Hermione wanted me to sit with her," answered Blaise simply. The two glared at each other.

Malfoy then turned to me. I made a face at Malfoy. He sneered back. "Well, I was just wondering if you'd seen VICTORIA. She wanted me to sit with her," drawled Malfoy in a lazy manor.

"GO GRYFFINDOR!" I interrupted. Malfoy looked at me while Blaise tried to hold back a laugh. I had to restrain my nausea after I yelled that. "Sorry, do continue."

"You're not looking well, Granger. Stay up to late with the Weasel?" asked Malfoy sarcastically.

I made a face. Not at Malfoy, but because my stomach was really getting to me. "No. I don't want to be pregnant at this moment, Malfoy. Plus, you never think I look good." I pouted to annoy him even more.

"I think you look good," said Blaise adding his two cents. His hand that was on my shoulder was really killing me. What is it with men and death grips?

"I never said you didn't," retorted Malfoy. Then he strutted away.

I turned to Blaise with my disgusted face. Well, I was sort of flattered, because that is as much of a compliment that I will get from Malfoy. Maybe I should just say something simple. Something like, "Ew."

"He's just playing with you, Hermione. I remember what happened to the last girl he said that to," informed Blaise.

I could feel myself deflate. Why was I deflating? Maybe it was to get into a more comfortable position for my stomach. At least that's what it looked like. I turned to Blaise. "You know that he wasn't originally looking for Victoria. He was just-."

"Rubbing it in my face. He's mad at me because he thinks I fell for you, and you are still a supposed threat." The hand on my shoulder was getting a little too tight for me.

I gulped. This was not a time to throw-up. I have to wait until after the match. After the match would be great. I couldn't stand much more though. 'Harry get the snitch now!'

'That's easy enough. The only thing I have to do now is FIND IT.'

'Well, I feel really bad, but I want to stay for the rest of the match.'

'Hermione, we wouldn't be mad if you left. If you feel bad, then go back to the common room. In fact, I recommen it.'

'You could've told me that way sooner doctor.'

I leaned in and whispered into Blaise's ear. "I can't hold on any longer. I'm leaving."

"Sure, I'll walk you back," Blaise whispered back.

We got up with his arm still around me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was looking in the Ravenclaw section. I saw a hint of green somewhere and knew it was Malfoy. I grabbed Blaise's face. "Don't look at them that long. Just glance to see if they notice us, which they did, and then turn your head." As much as I disliked Malfoy, Blaise still wants him as a friend. I should try to keep it that way.

Blaise gritted his teeth. "I'm starting to think she's not worth it anymore."

I stared at him in shock and knew he didn't want to talk about it.

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Gryffindor Common Room

I was in the common room for a good hour or so before everyone else came in and started cheering. Ron and Harry came over to where I was laying with a butterbeer.

"Can you drink this?" asked Harry.

I looked at it. It didn't look that appealing. "Sorry, can't."

Ron took it instead. "Are you well enough to move your feet?"

"If I get up again, I'm sure I will spew," I answered painfully.

"See, she said the word SPEW," Ron pointed out.

I made a face.

"What's wrong Hermione?" asked Harry. He is always so concerned for me.

"If I laugh, I'm afraid I will see all of yesterday's meals come back up again," I replied. The headache that left when I was in peace and quiet returned to my head again. I hate it. I just need to be alone.

But should I go up to my dorm? No, that required going up the stairs. My legs aren't in a mood for that. Well, I couldn't just stay here. I don't want to end up snapping at Harry and Ron. Maybe I should go down to the workroom. I was going down a flight of stairs, and there was peace and quiet. Malfoy didn't need it today hopefully... Damn, I just jinxed it.

I looked at Harry and Ron again. "Well, congratulations guys. I would stay here, because I want to celebrate with both of you, but my headache isn't getting any better."

Ron and Harry nodded and helped me up. "Up to the dorm then?" asked Harry. Ron just looked very concerned.

"Please no. Workroom," I instructed. Wow, if I wasn't speaking in whole sentences, then something definetely must be wrong.

Ron was about to ask why, but Harry shut him up.

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Work Room

I stumbled down to the workroom. Every step I took made me feel more and more nauseated. I pushed the portrait door open clumsily. Then I tried to walk gracefully over to my couch. I plopped my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes. Some perfume-y smell was annoying me. That lump under my feet was annoying me too. I tried to smooth it out, but it kept on coming back.

"Can your feet restrain from being in my lap, Granger? These are high-quality trousers," informed Malfoy.

I thought he wasn't in here. I looked up to see if it was really him, and then dropped my head back down and groaned. It wouldn't be that bad to add some color to Malfoy. That left over scone would look quite funny on him. "Not now Malfoy. I feel-."

He pushed my legs off the couch sending the rest of me with them. That bastard! I'm sure that he was cared for and everything if he ever got sick. But I'm just a lowly muggle born witch. I looked up at him. "You are sitting on MY couch."

"Yours was closer to the fire. The weather is getting chillier," he informed. I bet he is just loving this right now.

"Well, that's great and all, but I'm sick. I need peace and quiet. And I need you to get on your own couch. My couch has filth remember?" I said in a pained voice.

"Well, I'm cold, Granger. I can always get someone to wash my robes. I had no idea you were so needy," he answered. "Plus that place on the floor suits you."

Instead of answering, I got up and lay back down on the couch scrunching my feet up a little to leave space. There was no time to argue with him right now. Now I knew how he felt when he had to break up with Lisa. I tried to stop thinking and sleep, but HE was still there, and it was annoying me. I just sat there with my eyes open staring at the fire. I flipped the hair that was on my face away and sighed. This was getting annoying. I mean, I could deal with him on HIS couch staring at the fire, but he was on MY couch drumming his perfectly manicured fingernails. This caused for more sighing.

"Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" I asked lazily.

"The sighing thing. It gets on people's nerves," replied Malfoy. No, it only gets on his.

I didn't want any arguing, so I didn't reply. All I had to do was stop sighing, and maybe, just maybe, he would leave me alone. Haha, fat chance.

"No response?" This surprised me.

"No. I didn't know you wanted to talk to me so badly," I replied lazily. Then I realized where he was still positioned. My feet were way too close to his over expensive trousers. "Why are you even still on MY couch? You have your own, and I happen to know it's filth free. Don't you even realize that we are sitting on the same couch without fighting?"

He did a slight smirk. "You really are a little mad, Granger. You look worst than you did at the Quidditch game. And, yes, I do realize that we are on the same couch...without fighting. It's simply because you kept your mouth shut."

"And why the hell is that happening?" I snapped. Usually he would get up, throw an insult, and go to his couch. He wouldn't even be on my couch if he was normal.

"Yours is closer to the damn fire, Granger," he said rather nastily.

"Get a cloak," I said in a rude tone before getting up.

I was going to dirty up HIS couch. I just hope I could get there on time. That nauseating feeling was coming back. This time, it felt like I was definitely going to throw up. I got really dizzy and dropped to my knees. My head was pounding, and my air supply was getting cut off. My chest felt like it was getting three inches wider. My head bent over into a...pail? There was a pail in front of me? Like I care where it came from. It's less embarrassing then throwing up on the floor. And I couldn't stop everything from coming up this time, so I had no choice. I tried to pull my hair out of my face, but I couldn't. My hair was already pulled out of my face. Someone was holding it up. I wasn't thinking straight enough to remember who it was. After seeing yesterday's pot roast, I blacked out.

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I woke up in the workroom. My body felt like somebody dropped weights on it... multiple times. My vision was blurry. I expected to see Malfoy laughing at me, but I caught a glimpse of light brown hair and hazel eyes. It was Blaise.

"Hey," he started. "Malfoy told me you needed help and let me in here. Madame Pomfrey said to give you this potion when you woke up." So they weren't on completely bad terms.

I took it painfully. It was that potion that made your stomach feel like it was burning... and not in a good way. "What did Malfoy say to get you up here?"

"He said Granger need your help, and that was it. I guess he buys the whole couple thing." Blaise replied. He looked around to make sure he didn't pop up anywhere.

I smiled at the fact that he now buys us being together, and that Blaise got up here. "That's all you needed to get you up here," I asked.

"Yes, baby. That's all I needed. I need you healthy until the end of this month," he grinned.

I laughed. "Yes, then you will dispose of me."

Blaise looked at me and checked if I had a temperature. The potion that I took should have gotten rid of all the symptoms. "I'm sorry...about how inconsiderate I was. I was in a bad mood because I saw Victoria with him, and it got even worse at the Quidditch match and-."

"You don't have to apologize. I knew you still liked her though," I said smugly.

"It's amazing how you can be sick and still rub things in," he said smirking. It was the mischievous smirk with the eye glinting. "So, now it's my turn to be all smug. I heard Malfoy held up your hair during your incident."

The smile vanished from my face. "He held up my hair?" Blaise nodded. I put on a worried look. Blackmail popped into my mind. "Did he take pictures?"

"No. As soon as he put you on the couch and cleaned the pail, he left to get me. Mind you, he wasn't in that much of a hurry, because he got me a good thirty-five minutes after it happened, but he still got me here," informed Blaise.

"Am I not attractive enough to get you here fifteen minutes after it happened?" I shivered. "No one got me a blanket either."

"Darling, you are attractive, but not to dear Draco...hopefully," replied Blaise.

"And this is where my life ends," I said sarcastically.

Blaise smiled at me again. "You have no idea about yourself, have you?"

"Have an idea about what?" I asked curiously.

He shook his head and helped me up. Instead of dragging me, he pushed me towards my portrait. But I was still curious, damn it! "Now, you open that portrait door and go up to your Gryffindor sidekicks before they get worried."

I nodded and gave him a thank you hug before he left. I would have to ask him later. "We were supposed to do that at dinner."

"Well, you slept through the whole day," he said before leaving.

I waited a minute before I went back to my desk. Aside from my stomach being in need of food now, I still had time to do something. I took out my parchment and ink and started writing:

Draco Malfoy,

Thank you. Don't ever mention it, ever!

Hermione Granger

PS: You forgot to take pictures.

Should I send it now? I don't even want to send it. But I was brought up right, so I had to thank him. He sort of... in a way... deserved it. I can't believe I just thought that. I took out my wand, which was thankfully still in my pocket, and muttered the transporting spell. Waking up to my handwriting would be quite a surprise, if he was asleep right now. Plus, Blaise told me he wasn't a morning person, so sending it would give me personal bonus points.

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Gryffindor Common Room

As I opened the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, I found Harry and Ron waiting anxiously for me. Harry gave me a simple hug, and Ron twirled me around but was instantly ashamed because he remembered how I was feeling. They both held my hand as I walked towards our comfy couch. This was a fine example of over-protective brothering.

"Are you ok?" They asked in unison.

"I'm fine." I looked at the mug of hot chocolate with fruit in front of me. "Mine?"

They nodded. "Madame Pomfrey sent someone to inform us about you. So Ron and I decided to get you food, since you probably got rid of everything else," informed Harry. Ron cringed.

"Dobby sent you a get well gift," added Ron handing me two un-matching socks.

"Thanks. What did you guys through out the whole day?" I asked.

"Gryffindor was in let's have a party mode for the whole day. You were smart to leave when you could," informed Harry.

Before I opened my mouth Ron said, "McGonagall permitted it as long as it didn't last after hours and was kept in the common room."

"Some fifth year Slytherins tried to sneak into our dormitory, but the Fat Lady wouldn't let them in, even with the password," said Harry.

"Why not?" I asked. Usually she does open for anyone who says the password.

"One of them had Slytherin Rules on their forehead. They weren't even playing in today's match!" said Ron outraged.

"Some third years sprayed them with some of Fred and George's stuff. Now you have Slytherins walking around with peacock feathers in their hair or ostrich feathers all over their legs. It was hilarious," informed Harry.

I laughed.

"It makes them look much more attractive," said Ron with a grin. "I'm sure the Slytherin girls will mistaken it as some fashion statement."

"And speaking of the Slytherins. Ron and I caught a glimpse of you and Zambini...with his arm around you," said Harry with that skeptical look.

"I was accepting it," said Ron.

"Yeah, sure. That's why I had to talk you through some anger management to keep you from leaving the goals," said Harry sarcastically.

Ron looked sheepish. "I still don't agree with it," he mumbled.

"We're friends, what can I say," I said shrugging. I paused for a second. "Guys, what do you think of me?"

"Well, your smart, umm, great personality-."

I cut Ron off. "No, I mean physically." What Blaise said was still in my mind.

Harry looked surprised and Ron looked hesitant. Harry started off, "I'll go with what I said to you in fifth year after my date gone wrong. You. Are. Not. Ugly."

It was Ron's turn. "Well, Harry and I think you look kind of beautiful when you're not hitting, biting, glaring, chastising-."

"I get the point Ron," I said stopping him. I should have asked a random person. "Both Harry and you think that?"

"Well, I said pretty but Ron-." Ron kicked Harry in the shins. "Ow."

"Sorry, mate, my foot slipped," said Ron sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes. We sat there joking around until about midnight, when I decided to go to bed. Harry and Ron waved goodbye to me where the staircase split, because they were tired as well. I walked up lazily to my dormitory. It was amazing how I was still tired after sleeping the whole day. I was completely drained.

I opened my door to my dorm. There was a handsome but mean looking eagle owl on my desk. Crookshanks was hissing at it. I pet Crookshanks to say it was ok. He purred and moved to a shadowy corner to observe.

I took the letter off it's leg and fed it a treat. It read:

Y.W.

D.M.

I knew it was from him. But what could YW stand for? You Weakling? No. You're Weak? No. Yellowstone, Wyoming? Like he would know of a muggle place like that. You're Welcome? Yes, that's it. I forgot all about that after spending time with Harry and Ron. This made me smile despite that after your sick feeling that I had. What upset me was that he didn't spell out the whole word. Maybe he doesn't know how to spell out the whole word. I doubt anyone has said thank you to him in his life.

But right now, I was still tired. And I hope that he keeps treating me in his normal manner, the mean and disgusting manner... or not.

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Chapter Explanation: Ok, so this chapter is shorter, but this was the only good stuff I could come up with without it getting too boring. See, I put a cute scene between our favorite couple, until Hermione got sick. I just want to remind everyone that the Hermione and Blaise interaction is totally platonic, like the one Harry and Hermione have. Please review if your server is working. Thanks for reading!