Disclaimer:
Hermione: You really want to know?
Draco: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, now tell me! We've been at this for over an hour!
Draco: Ok, fine.
(sigh)
Hermione: We both like the color blue.
Me: That's all?
Draco and Hermione: (nods)
Me: You're not getting married or anything like that?
Draco: No.
Hermione: Why would you think that?
Me: Maybe Harry would be more interesting.
Well, anyway, Harry Potter World...not mine.
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Reviewer Shout Out: Thank you for all the lovely reviews, as usual. I probably won't post another chapter until Wednesday of next week because of my vacation. Hope yall will miss me. Citcat299, I loved your advice. I always ask for constructive criticism in all my chapters, and you gave me it. But I have to say that even without the horrible beginning, my story is far from perfect. Compared to some of the stories on my favorites list, this story is only considered decent. I'm glad I made it on your favorites list. I agree with you that the beginning was a little rocky. I just didn't know how else to put it. This is my first fic after all. But anyway, I did rewrite my first chapter for you. The rewritten one is dedicated to you. Marz, I would love a cheerleader. You better be there every chapter cheering me on (lol). Ptrst, I though that Blaise and the Voldemort thing were sort of taking away from the story line, but you said it's not, so that cheers me up. Frifri, I wanted to make them kiss, but most people that read this story don't like Ron, so I decided against it. Theonewithblackhair, you flatter me. You're I think the first or second one who said my story is addicting. Lylangelgurl, thanks for the support you gave me for my vacation. Karana, I can't believe I almost made someone cry. My writing usually never does that (gives tissue). Jelly Beans Beware, I have tried the gum and water thing before. It doesn't do good for the brain. And I want a piece of the 'super-duper cake'! Lizzy87, thank you for telling me my story is still believable. I'm always worrying about keeping those two in character. Swtndreamypnay03, thank you for calling my story beautiful. I never got that compliment before. I agree it was a little weird, but Ron thinks that Hermione going out with Draco is the worst thing in the world for her. That's why he is trying to make her get Malfoy. Larissa, thank you for the compliment on my writing. I just write whatever comes to mind on my computer and leave the rest up to the editing. Thank you to any new or old reviewers that I haven't thanked personally as well.
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Reviewer Poll: Now, this is really important that EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY REVIEWERS answer to this, even if you don't like writing reviews. I have decided, since so many of you like the Blaise and Hermione pairing, that I will write a fanfiction about them. I will give you ten scenarios to start. Next chapter, it will be down to five, then three, and then the one left standing is the story I will write. Please consider these options carefully...oh my gosh I sound like my teacher. Anyway:
Scenario 1: Draco Malfoy tells Blaise Zambini one day that he has his mind set on getting Hermione Granger on his wall of trophy girls. And guess who has to help.
Scenario 2: It's been five years after Hogwarts. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been together for a year. Pansy gets sick of this relationship and wants them separated as soon as possible. Then, she calls in a favor from Draco's best friend, Blaise Zambini.
Scenario 3: The war they all knew was coming is near. Dumbledore decides to promote inter-house relations by setting up inter-house Quidditch teams. Blaise Zambini dares Hermione to try out.
Scenario 4: Blaise has never really been in touch with anyone important and mattered to him. And then there was Snape, Hermione Granger, and the year round project of inventing a Potion.
Scenario 5: Something happens over the summer that makes Hermione join a group of girls. Specifically a group of girls who make men pay.
Scenario 6: Blaise Zambini has certain suspicions about a relationship involving a certain Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Is he right? Probably not, but he's determined to find out.
Scenario 7: If you're a Hogwarts hottie, being able to get every girl in school is your pride and joy. To bad Blaise never got Hermione Granger checked off his list.
Scenario 8: When Blaise Zambini hears that Hermione Granger wants Ron Weasley, he's going to help her out. To bad there's a catch.
Scenario 9: Blaise Zambini really hates letting dirty little house elves touch his stuff. And when he walks in on Hermione Granger doing something bad, he puts her to good use.
Scenario 10: Draco was sent to get close to Hermione Granger for Lord Voldemort. Draco refuses to stoop to that level. He then calls Blaise Zambini to do the job for him.
So, those are all the scenarios I came up with. I hope there were some good ones in there, because I just brainstormed all of them. Keep in mind that if you want Draco to still be Hermione's leading man in one of these stories, then say so. Blaise doesn't need to be with Hermione. Draco can end up being her one true love again. Now, I need EVERYONE to vote one TWO of their favorite scenarios. The top five will move on to the next round.
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It was the Monday after Christmas Break. Ron did what I expected him to do and told Harry and everybody else who wanted to hear about what I did. Why did he have to have such a temper? Now Harry won't even look at me, Ginny slapped me, and Neville won't stop glaring at me. Whenever this happened, Ron always had a triumphant look on his face. I knew he felt like he did something better than me, but rubbing it in like that was so immature.
And it wasn't just them that was treating me like this. It was all of their friends that were in different houses. Hannah went up and slapped me too. No Ravenclaw ever wants to associate with me ever again. The Slytherins were the ones rude enough to call me names like slut and whore.
Malfoy did it too. Everybody knew he did the same thing as me. I guess it was ok for him, since he does that kind of stuff on a daily basis. It was forbidden for me though. I just don't do things like that. Well, I think that they need to get over what they stereotype me for. I think they need to see my side of the story. Wait, I wasn't allowed to have a side of the story as Neville simply stated it.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
I looked up and saw a glimpse of a blue tie before I fell to the floor. That must have been Terry Boot. He no longer admires me for my accomplishments. He says that they aren't worthy anymore.
I sighed as I got up and picked up my books. This was how it was everyday or a week and a half. I had never wanted to leave this school, ever. And now, I think that it would be the best thing in the world. It was like the first few months in first year, only worse with better insults. People here can really put you down when they don't like you. I even took the liberty to start sleeping in the workroom. Everyone always got quiet and stared at me when I walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. Then, someone would always shout something like get the hell out or you don't belong here. The girls would always yell at me through the door of my Head Girl room. I decided I couldn't take it anymore.
I opened the doors to the Great Hall and looked around my table. There was no seat saved for me by Harry and Ron. I saw one open seat near Parvati, but she wouldn't let me sit there. I would be risking her reputation. I then took a deep breath and closed the doors. That was my new morning ritual. I would see how they're doing without me, and then I would close the doors and go eat in the kitchens alone.
Alone.
What a nice sounding word. It was good for song titles and poems. It was eerie and so...separated from anything else. It was a word that didn't make you feel important. It made you feel excluded from anything else around you. It made you feel so left behind.
Wow, if I'm contemplating a word, I must be really sad.
I chuckled a bitter chuckle as I reached up to tickle the pear.
"Hermione wait!"
Well, that was new. No one calls me Hermione anymore.
I turned around slowly and reached for my wand. If it was another annoying kid playing a practical joke on me, they will end up in the hospital wing...hopefully alone.
"What?"
"Its Blaise, your friend," that person responded.
Where has he been for the past week and a half? "Where have you been for the past week and a half?" I asked a little angry.
"I've been being threatened by Malfoy. If I ever associate with you, I would lose my life. But after a week or so of seeing the way they've been treating you, I decided that I didn't care," he explained.
He could've told me sooner. I needed somebody a long time ago. I turned away and waited until he would give up and leave.
"Hermione, you know as well as I do that he could have told his father. And if he did, I wouldn't be here to comfort you. Do you want any company for breakfast?" he asked hopefully.
It still amazes me that he could be so nice and be in Slytherin. Then again, he did have some muggle in him. And, why did he have to be so damn charming?
I turned around to face him. I sighed. "How do you always manage to make me forgive you?"
He smiled and hugged me. It felt nice to still be liked. "That was way to easy."
"Well," I said getting perkier every minute. "When you don't have friends, things tend to get very...lonely."
"That's why I'm here babe," he said tickling the pear.
How did he know you had to tickle the pear? "How did you know you had to tickle the pear?"
"I've been following you every morning to check on you."
"And you couldn't even talk to me?"
"Well, I couldn't just in case I was being followed," he replied climbing into the portrait hole.
I followed him in. Dobby was the first to greet me. "Hello Miss. What can Dobby get for you?"
"I just want a biscuit and coffee," I answered brightly. I was finally about to have a good day.
"Can I have sausage and eggs?" asked Blaise.
"Of course master. Dobby is always happy to serve well," said the house elf scurrying off to make the food.
"I didn't know it looked like this in here. In fact, I didn't know Hogwarts had a kitchen," said Blaise looking around.
"Well, when you had friends like Harry and Ron, you are bound to find out little secrets," I said sitting sown at a table.
"What's with all the past tense?" he asked sympathetically.
"They aren't my friends anymore, that's why," I replied a bit solemnly.
"Here is Master and Miss's food," said Dobby while putting it down on the table. He then went away to start preparing lunch.
"Hermione, you have to think about this one. You know excepting the bet was-."
"I know Blaise," I said getting a little frustrated. I saw his facial expression and softened a bit. "I know. It's just...he made me so mad that day. He made me want to challenge him so bad. And they deserve to be mad at me."
"They'll get over it. You have to let it blow over before they can talk to you again," said Blaise comfortingly.
"I know," I said biting my biscuit.
"How much sugar do you want?" he asked.
"One," I replied. I then took his fork and ate some of his sausage.
"Hey!"
"I'm depressed, get over it," I said with my mouthful. I gave him back his fork and we ate in silence for a few minutes.
"Why does he always need to screw me over?" I asked breaking the silence.
"Who?"
"Malfoy."
"Maybe it's because he...umm...likes you," answered Blaise shrugging.
"No, seriously," I said laughing.
"I am serious," he said looking at me.
I almost spit out my coffee. "No way. If he liked me, he would have tried to pull me into a broom closet already."
"Maybe he's liked you for years," said Blaise laughing.
"No, he wouldn't," I said turning pale.
Blaise looked at me for a moment and laughed. "I was only kidding. After what he did to you, I would think that he wants to chase after you with a mob torch or something."
I laughed too. "Good."
I started drinking my coffee. Why did I not feel relief when he said that? I felt a...pang? A pang of what? With my recent experience with him, it had to be anger and lots of it.
RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
I lowered my head down on the table and started hitting it on the wood. Blaise put his hands on my head and pulled it far away from the table. "Stop. What's wrong?"
"We have Potions next. Please tell me you don't know whose partner I am," I said getting over the slight nausea I was experiencing. Lucky for me, it was only the head banging that caused it.
"Well, don't go," said Blaise nonchalantly.
"Don't go!? Do you have any idea what Snape would do to me?" I said getting more distressed.
"Yes, which is why I have these," he said holding out something that looked like candy.
They weren't just any candy. They were Fred and George's method of getting out of class free. "Why do you have these?"
"Well, the Slytherins won't admit they have these because of who invented them," he explained. He then picked out a red looking one. "This one if for fever. It would make it more believable if you took one of these."
I didn't want to go for one of these by myself. Who would be there when I pass out? "Blaise?"
"Hmm."
"Can you stay with me...please? We could stay in the workroom, and you could pretend like you were there helping me," I asked in my sweetest voice.
"Sure. Anything to get is out of making those Animigi Potions," he said getting up.
"Hey, I enjoy those," I said defensively.
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Workroom
Blaise and I stayed in there for that whole Double Potions class. I never thought I would want to get out of class. But getting sneered at by at least thirty of your classmates is a bad thing when you're in a bad mood. And talking with Blaise on a comfortable couch let out a lot of stress.
"We need to get you a new hairstyle," I said out of boredom. Maybe I could get him to look like Malfoy for some fun revenge sort of thing.
He touched his hair. "What's wrong with this?"
"Well, I like the spikiness, but we need to get you something new," I said smiling evily. "Something more...Malfoyish?"
He grinned the mischievous grin. "I see where you're going with this."
I got my wand out of my pocket and said, "Accio my hair products."
A few second later, you could here the hair products coming out of the bathroom. I ran my fingers through his hair. "It's a little to gelled for me to do anything with it." I took my wand out and gave it a swish to take the gel out. "Now, do you want to stay brunette or be blonde for a day?"
He smiled wickedly. "Blonde would be nice."
I put one drop of the hair dying Potion in his hair, and it immediately spread throughout all of his hair. I then squeezed a huge mount of gel in my hand. "You can just pass yourself off as his long lost cousin."
"I'll make sure every little dirty secret about him goes unnoticed," he said turning so I can put the gel on him. To bad Malfoy walked in to join the fun.
"What the hell are you doing looking like me?" he asked incredibly ticked. Wait, ticked was an understatement.
"I had to experiment," I said hoping the blame wouldn't be on Blaise.
"And you used Zambini for it," he asked quirking his eyebrow.
"He owes me," I said shrugging.
"Oh, I was about to get worried," he said sitting down at his desk. "Snape is asking about why you weren't in class today."
"Tell him I was sick or something," I said massaging the gel into Blaise's hair.
"Ow!"
"Ooo, sorry Blaise," I said massaging a little softer.
"It's ok, it was only your incredibly long nail," said Blaise emphasizing incredibly long.
I hit him in the back of the head.
"Ow!"
"Sorry, couldn't help that one," I said smiling.
Blaise pouted.
"Honestly, you two should just get married. The PDA is too much," interrupted Malfoy.
I glared at him and turned back to Blaise. "All done." I then handed him a mirror that I keep in my purse.
He stared at himself critically before nodding in approval. "Well, if it wasn't for my tan and the lack of a pointy nose, I would look just like him."
"Hey!"
"No one ever said it was a bad thing."
"You made it sound like it was."
"Okay, stop," I interrupted. If this continued, there would be some unnecessary violence. "Are you sure you're ready to go out in public with that hair?"
"Of course," Blaise said with a smile.
"Wait. He's going out in public with that thing?" asked Malfoy getting slightly paler again.
"Why not?" I asked turning to Malfoy and looking innocent. He was going to pay.
"Because that's degrading me!" he yelled.
"Well, you might want to catch up with Blaise, because everyone is having lunch," I said quirking an eyebrow. I was so getting my revenge for what he did... multiple times.
"What has that got to do with anything?" asked Malfoy getting more and more frustrated. Maybe if I keep this up, I can keep him in here until lunch was over. That was in about ten minutes.
I looked away and sighed. I turned back to him. Hey, what's that red stuff next to his lip? How come I didn't notice it before? Well, it was a little dash of red, but if you looked close enough, you could see it. Was I really paying that much attention to his mouth?
Ew.
Well, it wasn't that bad.
Bad Hermione!
I have to give him credit on his lips.
Stop it, Hermione!
Great, I'm talking to myself.
I shouldn't pay attention to his mouth.
And whatever was on his mouth looked like lipstick. And worse...dark red lipstick. Either he dressed in drag sometimes or he met Parkinson in a broom closet.
"What are you staring at?" he asked frustrated even more.
"You got lipstick close to your bottom lip," I said laughing.
"Don't lie to me," he said even more frustrated.
He's really spastic today. I took out a tissue from my purse and started walking towards him. "Too much sugar in your coffee today?" The bell rang after I said this. He was going to be late for Charms.
The good part was, he didn't notice.
"Only three, but... Granger, don't touch me!"
I rolled my eyes. "There's a tissue between me and your skin. No dirt is going to be left there."
He stood still. That was way too easy. And I was mad at him, wasn't I? Yes I was. I want to be mad at him. I'm just having a little trouble. Plus, Blaise was out wrecking havoc for me. And for the next few months, I would make sure that I made his life complete hell.
I took my tissue and folded it so it would be thicker. I then lightly wiped away the lipstick away. He was staring at me the whole time. I just concentrated on getting the lipstick off.
When I was done, I smirked. "Make out lately?"
"More like attacked," he said touching the spot on his lip where the lipstick was.
I knew what he was talking about. I didn't feel sorry for him at all. "Well, that little attack won't be as frightful anymore."
"What do you mean?"
What I meant was, I made up my mind. I was going to make his life hell. At first, I was playing around with the idea, but now, I really am going to do it. If I had to get Malfoy, I would make it as painful as possible...for him. "Nothing. It means you'll get over it."
He nodded. "I guess you're not angry with me anymore?"
"Nope, still am," I said nonchalantly while walking over to my desk.
As I sat down, I saw a piece of parchment on Malfoy's desk. It sparked my interest because it looked very official. "Accio Parchment."
"Hey that's-."
"Immobulus!"
I looked down at the letter.
Draco Malfoy,
You're Death Eater Ceremony will take place before the end of July. I will come to get you. More information will come later.
L.M.
I stared at it opened mouthed. I always knew this would happen, but it surprised me nonetheless. And he was stupid enough to leave it on his desk.
I unfroze him. "Congratulations," I said sarcastically.
"You're not going to give me a speech about how I can be a better person?"
"No. I hope you have fun serving your lord," I said getting up and heading towards the couch.
"You hope I have fun?" He asked following me. I didn't move for him so he sat on his couch.
"Yeah. This is no surprise. I'll see you on the battle field," I said taking my book off the table and opening it to the book marked page.
"How can you be so calm about this?" he asked curious.
"How can I not be? It's typical. And, your dream is going to come true," I said nonchalantly.
"I never thought anyone would call me typical," he said scratching his nose.
"Just know that...we won't be on the same side...which you probably already figured out. Although it would be a little weird seeing you out on a sort of battlefield, but hey, if it's your dream, it's your dream," I said soberly. There goes that pang again. I kind of felt bad for him, since he can't really control his own future. But, then again, it's what he wanted.
"It would be weird," he said thoughtfully.
I looked at my watch. He did just what I wanted him to do. And I felt sort of guilty, in a way. But then again, he did screw me over, so I guess it's bad karma for him.
"Why do you keep on looking at that?" he asked curiously.
"Because you're already thirty minutes late for your next class," I said grinning evilly. I shouldn't feel bad. This revenge was sweet, and I haven't even gotten started yet.
"How come you didn't tell me?!" he asked furious again.
"You never asked," I replied in his tone of voice.
He glared at me and quickly got his stuff together before heading out. I laughed to myself. If a teacher ever comes in, I would have to use that fever-giving thing. And he most likely would tell Professor Flitwick about my absence. To bad it would look like a lie.
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Blaise's Serene Part of the Castle
"So why did we have to walk all the way over here just so we could talk? It must be important," said Blaise scratching his chin.
"I have decided to get revenge on Malfoy," I said triumphantly.
"Have you got a plan?" he asked slightly intrigued.
I thought about this for a few seconds. I grew kind of ashamed of myself. "No."
"Well, lets get planning then."
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Chapter Explanation: Well, it was a little shorter than usual, but I had to write about the aftermath of the bet somehow. Of course, Blaise is still friendly to her because he knew the real intentions behind the bet. And the reason that Hermione is so calm about Draco being a Death Eater is because she expected it. It doesn't surprise her. And Draco is still acting the way he does with Hermione because he thinks that she hasn't changed her opinion about him...even though she has. Draco is a little dumb in that department (although we love him). Well anyway, please vote for the Reviewer Poll located near the top of this page, and review praise or constructive criticism.
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Next Chapter Preview: I hope you can't wait until my next chapter. For those of you who don't read the Reviewer Shout Out, I am going on vacation, so no chapter until probably next Wednesday. And school is starting for me in two weeks, so I don't think I can update as regularly. I will try however. Anyway, Hermione's revenge plans (plural) go into action.
Hermione: You really want to know?
Draco: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, now tell me! We've been at this for over an hour!
Draco: Ok, fine.
(sigh)
Hermione: We both like the color blue.
Me: That's all?
Draco and Hermione: (nods)
Me: You're not getting married or anything like that?
Draco: No.
Hermione: Why would you think that?
Me: Maybe Harry would be more interesting.
Well, anyway, Harry Potter World...not mine.
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Reviewer Shout Out: Thank you for all the lovely reviews, as usual. I probably won't post another chapter until Wednesday of next week because of my vacation. Hope yall will miss me. Citcat299, I loved your advice. I always ask for constructive criticism in all my chapters, and you gave me it. But I have to say that even without the horrible beginning, my story is far from perfect. Compared to some of the stories on my favorites list, this story is only considered decent. I'm glad I made it on your favorites list. I agree with you that the beginning was a little rocky. I just didn't know how else to put it. This is my first fic after all. But anyway, I did rewrite my first chapter for you. The rewritten one is dedicated to you. Marz, I would love a cheerleader. You better be there every chapter cheering me on (lol). Ptrst, I though that Blaise and the Voldemort thing were sort of taking away from the story line, but you said it's not, so that cheers me up. Frifri, I wanted to make them kiss, but most people that read this story don't like Ron, so I decided against it. Theonewithblackhair, you flatter me. You're I think the first or second one who said my story is addicting. Lylangelgurl, thanks for the support you gave me for my vacation. Karana, I can't believe I almost made someone cry. My writing usually never does that (gives tissue). Jelly Beans Beware, I have tried the gum and water thing before. It doesn't do good for the brain. And I want a piece of the 'super-duper cake'! Lizzy87, thank you for telling me my story is still believable. I'm always worrying about keeping those two in character. Swtndreamypnay03, thank you for calling my story beautiful. I never got that compliment before. I agree it was a little weird, but Ron thinks that Hermione going out with Draco is the worst thing in the world for her. That's why he is trying to make her get Malfoy. Larissa, thank you for the compliment on my writing. I just write whatever comes to mind on my computer and leave the rest up to the editing. Thank you to any new or old reviewers that I haven't thanked personally as well.
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Reviewer Poll: Now, this is really important that EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY REVIEWERS answer to this, even if you don't like writing reviews. I have decided, since so many of you like the Blaise and Hermione pairing, that I will write a fanfiction about them. I will give you ten scenarios to start. Next chapter, it will be down to five, then three, and then the one left standing is the story I will write. Please consider these options carefully...oh my gosh I sound like my teacher. Anyway:
Scenario 1: Draco Malfoy tells Blaise Zambini one day that he has his mind set on getting Hermione Granger on his wall of trophy girls. And guess who has to help.
Scenario 2: It's been five years after Hogwarts. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been together for a year. Pansy gets sick of this relationship and wants them separated as soon as possible. Then, she calls in a favor from Draco's best friend, Blaise Zambini.
Scenario 3: The war they all knew was coming is near. Dumbledore decides to promote inter-house relations by setting up inter-house Quidditch teams. Blaise Zambini dares Hermione to try out.
Scenario 4: Blaise has never really been in touch with anyone important and mattered to him. And then there was Snape, Hermione Granger, and the year round project of inventing a Potion.
Scenario 5: Something happens over the summer that makes Hermione join a group of girls. Specifically a group of girls who make men pay.
Scenario 6: Blaise Zambini has certain suspicions about a relationship involving a certain Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Is he right? Probably not, but he's determined to find out.
Scenario 7: If you're a Hogwarts hottie, being able to get every girl in school is your pride and joy. To bad Blaise never got Hermione Granger checked off his list.
Scenario 8: When Blaise Zambini hears that Hermione Granger wants Ron Weasley, he's going to help her out. To bad there's a catch.
Scenario 9: Blaise Zambini really hates letting dirty little house elves touch his stuff. And when he walks in on Hermione Granger doing something bad, he puts her to good use.
Scenario 10: Draco was sent to get close to Hermione Granger for Lord Voldemort. Draco refuses to stoop to that level. He then calls Blaise Zambini to do the job for him.
So, those are all the scenarios I came up with. I hope there were some good ones in there, because I just brainstormed all of them. Keep in mind that if you want Draco to still be Hermione's leading man in one of these stories, then say so. Blaise doesn't need to be with Hermione. Draco can end up being her one true love again. Now, I need EVERYONE to vote one TWO of their favorite scenarios. The top five will move on to the next round.
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It was the Monday after Christmas Break. Ron did what I expected him to do and told Harry and everybody else who wanted to hear about what I did. Why did he have to have such a temper? Now Harry won't even look at me, Ginny slapped me, and Neville won't stop glaring at me. Whenever this happened, Ron always had a triumphant look on his face. I knew he felt like he did something better than me, but rubbing it in like that was so immature.
And it wasn't just them that was treating me like this. It was all of their friends that were in different houses. Hannah went up and slapped me too. No Ravenclaw ever wants to associate with me ever again. The Slytherins were the ones rude enough to call me names like slut and whore.
Malfoy did it too. Everybody knew he did the same thing as me. I guess it was ok for him, since he does that kind of stuff on a daily basis. It was forbidden for me though. I just don't do things like that. Well, I think that they need to get over what they stereotype me for. I think they need to see my side of the story. Wait, I wasn't allowed to have a side of the story as Neville simply stated it.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
I looked up and saw a glimpse of a blue tie before I fell to the floor. That must have been Terry Boot. He no longer admires me for my accomplishments. He says that they aren't worthy anymore.
I sighed as I got up and picked up my books. This was how it was everyday or a week and a half. I had never wanted to leave this school, ever. And now, I think that it would be the best thing in the world. It was like the first few months in first year, only worse with better insults. People here can really put you down when they don't like you. I even took the liberty to start sleeping in the workroom. Everyone always got quiet and stared at me when I walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. Then, someone would always shout something like get the hell out or you don't belong here. The girls would always yell at me through the door of my Head Girl room. I decided I couldn't take it anymore.
I opened the doors to the Great Hall and looked around my table. There was no seat saved for me by Harry and Ron. I saw one open seat near Parvati, but she wouldn't let me sit there. I would be risking her reputation. I then took a deep breath and closed the doors. That was my new morning ritual. I would see how they're doing without me, and then I would close the doors and go eat in the kitchens alone.
Alone.
What a nice sounding word. It was good for song titles and poems. It was eerie and so...separated from anything else. It was a word that didn't make you feel important. It made you feel excluded from anything else around you. It made you feel so left behind.
Wow, if I'm contemplating a word, I must be really sad.
I chuckled a bitter chuckle as I reached up to tickle the pear.
"Hermione wait!"
Well, that was new. No one calls me Hermione anymore.
I turned around slowly and reached for my wand. If it was another annoying kid playing a practical joke on me, they will end up in the hospital wing...hopefully alone.
"What?"
"Its Blaise, your friend," that person responded.
Where has he been for the past week and a half? "Where have you been for the past week and a half?" I asked a little angry.
"I've been being threatened by Malfoy. If I ever associate with you, I would lose my life. But after a week or so of seeing the way they've been treating you, I decided that I didn't care," he explained.
He could've told me sooner. I needed somebody a long time ago. I turned away and waited until he would give up and leave.
"Hermione, you know as well as I do that he could have told his father. And if he did, I wouldn't be here to comfort you. Do you want any company for breakfast?" he asked hopefully.
It still amazes me that he could be so nice and be in Slytherin. Then again, he did have some muggle in him. And, why did he have to be so damn charming?
I turned around to face him. I sighed. "How do you always manage to make me forgive you?"
He smiled and hugged me. It felt nice to still be liked. "That was way to easy."
"Well," I said getting perkier every minute. "When you don't have friends, things tend to get very...lonely."
"That's why I'm here babe," he said tickling the pear.
How did he know you had to tickle the pear? "How did you know you had to tickle the pear?"
"I've been following you every morning to check on you."
"And you couldn't even talk to me?"
"Well, I couldn't just in case I was being followed," he replied climbing into the portrait hole.
I followed him in. Dobby was the first to greet me. "Hello Miss. What can Dobby get for you?"
"I just want a biscuit and coffee," I answered brightly. I was finally about to have a good day.
"Can I have sausage and eggs?" asked Blaise.
"Of course master. Dobby is always happy to serve well," said the house elf scurrying off to make the food.
"I didn't know it looked like this in here. In fact, I didn't know Hogwarts had a kitchen," said Blaise looking around.
"Well, when you had friends like Harry and Ron, you are bound to find out little secrets," I said sitting sown at a table.
"What's with all the past tense?" he asked sympathetically.
"They aren't my friends anymore, that's why," I replied a bit solemnly.
"Here is Master and Miss's food," said Dobby while putting it down on the table. He then went away to start preparing lunch.
"Hermione, you have to think about this one. You know excepting the bet was-."
"I know Blaise," I said getting a little frustrated. I saw his facial expression and softened a bit. "I know. It's just...he made me so mad that day. He made me want to challenge him so bad. And they deserve to be mad at me."
"They'll get over it. You have to let it blow over before they can talk to you again," said Blaise comfortingly.
"I know," I said biting my biscuit.
"How much sugar do you want?" he asked.
"One," I replied. I then took his fork and ate some of his sausage.
"Hey!"
"I'm depressed, get over it," I said with my mouthful. I gave him back his fork and we ate in silence for a few minutes.
"Why does he always need to screw me over?" I asked breaking the silence.
"Who?"
"Malfoy."
"Maybe it's because he...umm...likes you," answered Blaise shrugging.
"No, seriously," I said laughing.
"I am serious," he said looking at me.
I almost spit out my coffee. "No way. If he liked me, he would have tried to pull me into a broom closet already."
"Maybe he's liked you for years," said Blaise laughing.
"No, he wouldn't," I said turning pale.
Blaise looked at me for a moment and laughed. "I was only kidding. After what he did to you, I would think that he wants to chase after you with a mob torch or something."
I laughed too. "Good."
I started drinking my coffee. Why did I not feel relief when he said that? I felt a...pang? A pang of what? With my recent experience with him, it had to be anger and lots of it.
RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!
I lowered my head down on the table and started hitting it on the wood. Blaise put his hands on my head and pulled it far away from the table. "Stop. What's wrong?"
"We have Potions next. Please tell me you don't know whose partner I am," I said getting over the slight nausea I was experiencing. Lucky for me, it was only the head banging that caused it.
"Well, don't go," said Blaise nonchalantly.
"Don't go!? Do you have any idea what Snape would do to me?" I said getting more distressed.
"Yes, which is why I have these," he said holding out something that looked like candy.
They weren't just any candy. They were Fred and George's method of getting out of class free. "Why do you have these?"
"Well, the Slytherins won't admit they have these because of who invented them," he explained. He then picked out a red looking one. "This one if for fever. It would make it more believable if you took one of these."
I didn't want to go for one of these by myself. Who would be there when I pass out? "Blaise?"
"Hmm."
"Can you stay with me...please? We could stay in the workroom, and you could pretend like you were there helping me," I asked in my sweetest voice.
"Sure. Anything to get is out of making those Animigi Potions," he said getting up.
"Hey, I enjoy those," I said defensively.
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Workroom
Blaise and I stayed in there for that whole Double Potions class. I never thought I would want to get out of class. But getting sneered at by at least thirty of your classmates is a bad thing when you're in a bad mood. And talking with Blaise on a comfortable couch let out a lot of stress.
"We need to get you a new hairstyle," I said out of boredom. Maybe I could get him to look like Malfoy for some fun revenge sort of thing.
He touched his hair. "What's wrong with this?"
"Well, I like the spikiness, but we need to get you something new," I said smiling evily. "Something more...Malfoyish?"
He grinned the mischievous grin. "I see where you're going with this."
I got my wand out of my pocket and said, "Accio my hair products."
A few second later, you could here the hair products coming out of the bathroom. I ran my fingers through his hair. "It's a little to gelled for me to do anything with it." I took my wand out and gave it a swish to take the gel out. "Now, do you want to stay brunette or be blonde for a day?"
He smiled wickedly. "Blonde would be nice."
I put one drop of the hair dying Potion in his hair, and it immediately spread throughout all of his hair. I then squeezed a huge mount of gel in my hand. "You can just pass yourself off as his long lost cousin."
"I'll make sure every little dirty secret about him goes unnoticed," he said turning so I can put the gel on him. To bad Malfoy walked in to join the fun.
"What the hell are you doing looking like me?" he asked incredibly ticked. Wait, ticked was an understatement.
"I had to experiment," I said hoping the blame wouldn't be on Blaise.
"And you used Zambini for it," he asked quirking his eyebrow.
"He owes me," I said shrugging.
"Oh, I was about to get worried," he said sitting down at his desk. "Snape is asking about why you weren't in class today."
"Tell him I was sick or something," I said massaging the gel into Blaise's hair.
"Ow!"
"Ooo, sorry Blaise," I said massaging a little softer.
"It's ok, it was only your incredibly long nail," said Blaise emphasizing incredibly long.
I hit him in the back of the head.
"Ow!"
"Sorry, couldn't help that one," I said smiling.
Blaise pouted.
"Honestly, you two should just get married. The PDA is too much," interrupted Malfoy.
I glared at him and turned back to Blaise. "All done." I then handed him a mirror that I keep in my purse.
He stared at himself critically before nodding in approval. "Well, if it wasn't for my tan and the lack of a pointy nose, I would look just like him."
"Hey!"
"No one ever said it was a bad thing."
"You made it sound like it was."
"Okay, stop," I interrupted. If this continued, there would be some unnecessary violence. "Are you sure you're ready to go out in public with that hair?"
"Of course," Blaise said with a smile.
"Wait. He's going out in public with that thing?" asked Malfoy getting slightly paler again.
"Why not?" I asked turning to Malfoy and looking innocent. He was going to pay.
"Because that's degrading me!" he yelled.
"Well, you might want to catch up with Blaise, because everyone is having lunch," I said quirking an eyebrow. I was so getting my revenge for what he did... multiple times.
"What has that got to do with anything?" asked Malfoy getting more and more frustrated. Maybe if I keep this up, I can keep him in here until lunch was over. That was in about ten minutes.
I looked away and sighed. I turned back to him. Hey, what's that red stuff next to his lip? How come I didn't notice it before? Well, it was a little dash of red, but if you looked close enough, you could see it. Was I really paying that much attention to his mouth?
Ew.
Well, it wasn't that bad.
Bad Hermione!
I have to give him credit on his lips.
Stop it, Hermione!
Great, I'm talking to myself.
I shouldn't pay attention to his mouth.
And whatever was on his mouth looked like lipstick. And worse...dark red lipstick. Either he dressed in drag sometimes or he met Parkinson in a broom closet.
"What are you staring at?" he asked frustrated even more.
"You got lipstick close to your bottom lip," I said laughing.
"Don't lie to me," he said even more frustrated.
He's really spastic today. I took out a tissue from my purse and started walking towards him. "Too much sugar in your coffee today?" The bell rang after I said this. He was going to be late for Charms.
The good part was, he didn't notice.
"Only three, but... Granger, don't touch me!"
I rolled my eyes. "There's a tissue between me and your skin. No dirt is going to be left there."
He stood still. That was way too easy. And I was mad at him, wasn't I? Yes I was. I want to be mad at him. I'm just having a little trouble. Plus, Blaise was out wrecking havoc for me. And for the next few months, I would make sure that I made his life complete hell.
I took my tissue and folded it so it would be thicker. I then lightly wiped away the lipstick away. He was staring at me the whole time. I just concentrated on getting the lipstick off.
When I was done, I smirked. "Make out lately?"
"More like attacked," he said touching the spot on his lip where the lipstick was.
I knew what he was talking about. I didn't feel sorry for him at all. "Well, that little attack won't be as frightful anymore."
"What do you mean?"
What I meant was, I made up my mind. I was going to make his life hell. At first, I was playing around with the idea, but now, I really am going to do it. If I had to get Malfoy, I would make it as painful as possible...for him. "Nothing. It means you'll get over it."
He nodded. "I guess you're not angry with me anymore?"
"Nope, still am," I said nonchalantly while walking over to my desk.
As I sat down, I saw a piece of parchment on Malfoy's desk. It sparked my interest because it looked very official. "Accio Parchment."
"Hey that's-."
"Immobulus!"
I looked down at the letter.
Draco Malfoy,
You're Death Eater Ceremony will take place before the end of July. I will come to get you. More information will come later.
L.M.
I stared at it opened mouthed. I always knew this would happen, but it surprised me nonetheless. And he was stupid enough to leave it on his desk.
I unfroze him. "Congratulations," I said sarcastically.
"You're not going to give me a speech about how I can be a better person?"
"No. I hope you have fun serving your lord," I said getting up and heading towards the couch.
"You hope I have fun?" He asked following me. I didn't move for him so he sat on his couch.
"Yeah. This is no surprise. I'll see you on the battle field," I said taking my book off the table and opening it to the book marked page.
"How can you be so calm about this?" he asked curious.
"How can I not be? It's typical. And, your dream is going to come true," I said nonchalantly.
"I never thought anyone would call me typical," he said scratching his nose.
"Just know that...we won't be on the same side...which you probably already figured out. Although it would be a little weird seeing you out on a sort of battlefield, but hey, if it's your dream, it's your dream," I said soberly. There goes that pang again. I kind of felt bad for him, since he can't really control his own future. But, then again, it's what he wanted.
"It would be weird," he said thoughtfully.
I looked at my watch. He did just what I wanted him to do. And I felt sort of guilty, in a way. But then again, he did screw me over, so I guess it's bad karma for him.
"Why do you keep on looking at that?" he asked curiously.
"Because you're already thirty minutes late for your next class," I said grinning evilly. I shouldn't feel bad. This revenge was sweet, and I haven't even gotten started yet.
"How come you didn't tell me?!" he asked furious again.
"You never asked," I replied in his tone of voice.
He glared at me and quickly got his stuff together before heading out. I laughed to myself. If a teacher ever comes in, I would have to use that fever-giving thing. And he most likely would tell Professor Flitwick about my absence. To bad it would look like a lie.
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Blaise's Serene Part of the Castle
"So why did we have to walk all the way over here just so we could talk? It must be important," said Blaise scratching his chin.
"I have decided to get revenge on Malfoy," I said triumphantly.
"Have you got a plan?" he asked slightly intrigued.
I thought about this for a few seconds. I grew kind of ashamed of myself. "No."
"Well, lets get planning then."
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Chapter Explanation: Well, it was a little shorter than usual, but I had to write about the aftermath of the bet somehow. Of course, Blaise is still friendly to her because he knew the real intentions behind the bet. And the reason that Hermione is so calm about Draco being a Death Eater is because she expected it. It doesn't surprise her. And Draco is still acting the way he does with Hermione because he thinks that she hasn't changed her opinion about him...even though she has. Draco is a little dumb in that department (although we love him). Well anyway, please vote for the Reviewer Poll located near the top of this page, and review praise or constructive criticism.
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Next Chapter Preview: I hope you can't wait until my next chapter. For those of you who don't read the Reviewer Shout Out, I am going on vacation, so no chapter until probably next Wednesday. And school is starting for me in two weeks, so I don't think I can update as regularly. I will try however. Anyway, Hermione's revenge plans (plural) go into action.