Disclaimer:

Draco: At it again?

Me: No. This time, I'm trying to steal an object.

Draco: Well, since I'm kind of tied to a chair, can you scratch my nose?

Me: No! Hold on?

(Continues to Search)

(Gives a frustrated sigh)

(Gives up)

Ok, fine.

(Turns around)

Draco? Where are you? DRACO!

(Looks at opened window)

Darn it!

Well, I managed to get on under JK's nose. But he got away...again. So, I don't own any characters.

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Reviewer Shout Out: Well, I'm back from my vacation! Thank you for everyone who wished me luck. If you ever go on vacation, I'll wish you luck too. And I am proud to say that I have too many reviews to thank anyone individually. This is a first. Before this chapter, I only had 216 reviews. Now I have close to 280! I want to thank all of you who helped in reviewing! It really made my day when I came back from vacation. I would, however, like to thank one individual for telling me to change the beginning (You know who you are. I just don't think it would be fair to say your name since I'm not thanking anyone personally). I got a lot more new reviewers because of that. And speaking of new reviewers, thank you for liking my story and thinking it's original. Tell your friends (jk)!! Also, thank you for all my old and loyal reviewers as well. And, the special shout out goes to the people who like the story but hate reviewing. Thank you for the extra effort! Oh, and I forgot to dedicate the last chapter to my 200th reviewer. If you want to count back on my reviews and see who number 200 is, then you get a chapter dedicated to you for guessing or getting it right, because I feel bad for not dedicating that chapter to someone. At the rate I'm going, I could get 500 reviews, which is what I'm going for. I hope I get that many for my first fanfic! Oh, and I fixed the Zabini/Zambini problem. My typing is a little spastic, which is why the M always gets in there.

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Reviewer Poll: I'm going to keep on reminding the people who don't like to review, review on this one. This is for my third fanfic. And I'm thinking of removing my second one. I'll leave the cataloguing for Clamchowder1. I just can't motivate myself to write that one. And if I do a Blaise/Hermione fanfic, this story will take longer to update. Anyway, here are the top five.

In first place was Scenario 1: One day, Draco Malfoy decides he is going to try to get Hermione Granger on his wall of trophy girls. And none other than Blaise Zabini has to help him.

Tied for second Place are Scenarios 5 and 7: Something happens to Hermione over the summer that makes her join a group of girls. More importantly, a group of girls who make men pay.

When you're a Hogwarts Hottie, being able to get every girl in school is your pride and joy. To bad Blaise Zabini never got Hermione Granger checked off his list.

Third Place goes to Scenario 9: Blaise really hates having dirty little house elves touching his stuff. And when he sees Hermione Granger doing something bad, he puts her to good use.

Fourth Place is Scenario 3: An upcoming war is near. Dumbledore wants to promote inter-house relations by forming inter-house Quidditch Teams. Blaise Zabini dares Hermione to try out.

Fifth Place is Scenario 4: Blaise Zabini has never really been in touch wit anyone that was important and mattered to him. And then there was Snape, Hermione Granger, and the year round project of inventing a Potion.

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Waiting impatiently in an empty classroom was not something to do when you haven't had breakfast. In fact, it was the worst thing you could do when you aren't a morning person.

I wasn't a morning person.

I wake up early, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I like to.

And the person I was waiting for was currently a minute late. Do you know how long that is for me? That's a long time! Especially since I considered the matter we were supposed to discuss a life or death situation. Well, not my life or death situation. It's more like someone else's life or death situation..

Click.

Finally he's here. "Did you do it? Did he cry? Did you get a picture of him crying?"

"Hermione, calm down!" Blaise said in a hushed whisper. "I put the stuff on him, but he hasn't noticed yet."

I've been planning this thing for three whole weeks, and the only thing he can say is that he hasn't noticed yet? "I thought he did his hair every morning?"

"That was until Pansy screeched about it and ran off. He considers that a good thing," Blaise shrugged.

I puffed.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "He'll find out in the Great Hall. Everyone will find out in the Great Hall."

I stopped fuming. "Oh. Sorry, stressed."

Blaise patted my head.

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Great Hall

I went down to the kitchens for some fruit and then walked back up to witness humiliation at his expense. I decided to start off with something simple, then work my way up to the top. I mean, what's satisfaction without work?

I smiled to myself.

I knew my first idea wasn't as brilliant, but all this goes into ruining his reputation. I intend to shatter it...but all in a humane way.

I shouldn't even want to be humane about it.

I mean, do I really want to be mean to him? He was the second person who was actually talking to me. He was the one who kept me company, though I might not necessarily enjoy it. And he was the one who was being just a little civil to me.

Well, karma's a bitch.

And he's going to experience the wrath.

Blaise's evil laughter should be inserted around here.

It's very nice once you get past the evilness.

"What are you spying at, Granger?" asked a silky drawl that made me think of apples. I don't know why, because I like apples and not him. Maybe it was his cologne?

No, it couldn't be. He always wears that spicy scented kind that has you confused between vomiting or fainting in admiration at his taste in smell. Why do I even bother to smell him? He screwed me over for goodness sake!

I turned to him slowly. "I have to take precautions."

"Oh. Well, next time, make sure your not in the middle of an open hallway," he warned.

Hey, where was the malice? Where was the sarcasm? The only way we talk is through sarcasm. Why do I want his sarcasm?

I nodded barely and acted like I was walking off. My acting skills must have improved, because he doesn't suspect a thing. Ron would be proud.

No, Ron wouldn't care.

I turned back around to hear the door open. I quickly tiptoed towards the door. He left it slightly ajar, so I could peek through it. I saw everyone's mouth hang open in shock. Malfoy, being so full of himself, thought that it was for a good reason.

Blaise put on a neutral face like anyone who was good enough to play a practical joke. I then heard footsteps and hid in a dark corner. It was the pug herself. I waited until she entered before returning to my spot.

Everyone in the Great Hall was still silent. Pansy sat down clueless and said, "Draco, honey? Do you really think that going mocha brunette was good? You're so pale. But that doesn't matter, because you would've looked good with brown hair. But do you really think that lime green and pee colored highlights were worth it? I know you're a risk taker and everything, but even I wouldn't make a fashion statement like that." She smiled at him and began eating, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

Malfoy looked horrified. He yanked Pansy's purse from her side and took out her mirror.

How did he know where Pansy's mirror was?

I shook my head and looked. I ran back to my dark corner just in time for him to walk out, quite gracefully might I add, to try to remove the hair dye.

He wouldn't be able to.

He was a guy...hopefully.

Plus, I used good old fashion muggle hair dye. The chemicals won't allow him to take it out with one quick swish of his wand. No, he would have to perform more than one spell.

That was the whole reason why I wanted to put hair dye on Blaise. It took me forever to get it out, but I still did. Then, he took my teachings and used it wisely. Not to mention for my benefit.

Blaise was right.

I do have some Slytherin in me.

And I knew that he would be in Potions today. Snape says that he would actually have to punish him for skipping another class. And Malfoy did want to graduate.

I smiled to myself again and headed towards the workroom to get my books.

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He wasn't in the workroom thank goodness. I assumed he stayed in his proper bathroom. I was currently walking with Blaise in a dungeon hallway laughing about it.

"He was screaming at me to get it out and I said I didn't know how. And I wasn't lying, since you were the one who took the dye out last time," said Blaise smirking to himself. "So what do you have planned next?"

"Well, I had to sneak into my own common room to get it, but I think it will do the job until he figures out how to take it off," I said smiling mischievously.

"Care to show me?" Blaise asked curiously.

I took something out of my pocket.

"I don't see it," said Blaise confused.

I smirked. "You're not supposed too. It's an invisible whoopee cushion Ron used on Harry-."

Deep Breath.

It's still hard to talk about them.

"Last year on April Fool's day. It sticks to your butt, and he won't even realize it's there," I said mentally patting myself on the back.

"Couldn't you have done better?" he asked bored at my idea.

"I will do better. He has to be in class today because he's skipped to many times, and no one will let him stand up. Plus, when he sits, the farting doesn't stop. It keeps going," I explained.

"This should last until after lunch," said Blaise thoughtfully.

"Which gives me enough time," I said in the same tone.

"Enough time for what?" he asked skeptically.

"For all the other things," I replied coyly before walking into class.

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We were assigned to make a Potion that would cure someone of venomous bites. Not all bites. Just from small animal or bug bites that would most likely kill you. That's probably why we had to be so precise about it.

"I need a bay leaf," said Malfoy absentmindedly.

I hid the ones I had inside my bag. "We ran out."

"Can you go get them?"

"Not likely."

"Fine," he sighed getting up. He's depressed! I'm good! I am so good!

I quickly took the whoopee cushion from my bag and put it on his chair. He came back shortly afterwards. I was giggling inwardly. He sat down with a plop and let it all out.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everyone went silent.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!PPPRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Someone giggled.

PRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I scooted away.

PPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Someone giggled again.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everyone else joined in.

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I joined in.

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The whole class was laughing louderevery second. I was about to fall of my seat. I took the bay leaves out of my bag and said, "I found some in my bag. Here." I then continued to act surprised like everyone else.

Malfoy nodded. His face was so pale. I never knew this could be so easy. Pansy was staring in admiration at him, which I found weird. She then applied ten more coats of lipstick before Malfoy would look at her.

Malfoy just continued working.

I looked at Blaise. He was clapping his hands together to show me what a great job I did.

I should be happy, but for some reason, I wasn't.

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I don't know what I should do. I feel...bad. I shouldn't be feeling...bad. It's him after all. And what I was doing wasn't even that mean.

"So should I make him blue and ashy or not?" asked Blaise smirking.

"Yeah, sure. Did you poor that Potion into his drink?" I asked absentmindedly.

"Well, I didn't know if you wanted the truth Potion or that other nice looking one, so I poured both in," Blaise shrugged.

I turned my head towards him so hard that I could've of sworn I broke something. "You put both in?"

He looked worried. "Is that bad?"

"Yes that's bad! The nice looking one was a Potion that makes the drinker practically shove aside the thing they love most. I was going to use that on Pansy, but-."

"Well, that must mean he's going to not care about himself," guessed Blaise.

"Exactly."

"How's that bad?" asked Blaise still oblivious.

"Because, when a person doesn't care about themselves, they tend to not care about how much they weigh, what they look like, and whether they die or not!"

Blaise's mouth gaped open.

"Exactly."

Blaise grabbed my arm and we both practically ran out of the room.

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We found him in the library working furiously on an essay that was due in three days. His hair was still there. His uniform was still wrinkleless. His face looked normal. He had no bruises or cuts. Had the Potion not taken affect yet?

"Malfoy?"

"I'm working. Wow, you two are annoying. I mean, is snogging in a closet not good enough. You should know better than to show affection in public," he snarled.

Blaise rolled his eyes and let go of my arm. Apparently the truth Potion had kicked in. If Blaise added those three drops, then it would last for at least an hour and a half. That's plenty of time considering we had Transfiguration in about thirty minutes. And the best part was, he didn't even know he was being entirely truthful with everybody.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. Blaise gave me the strange look. I gave him the I-had-nothing-else-to-say look back.

"Well, I am confused."

"On homework?"

"No, on other things that I do not wish to tell you about, because I don't really care about you right now," he said sighing.

"Okay?" said Blaise before grabbing my arm again and walking out.

Well, at least that second Potion didn't work. I must have added to many roots or something. The weird thing is though...I never do something wrong on a Potion.

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"Blaise, can I see the picture?" I asked begging. Classes were over, and we were on Blaise's serene side of the castle.

"And why would I let you?" he replied.

"Because I'm the one who came up with the plan!" I said a little frustrated.

"Ok, fine," said Blaise defeated while handing over the picture. "But if you go blind, it was never my fault."

I took the picture and rolled my eyes. I looked at it. There was Malfoy, brushing his teeth... in Quidditch boxers! I wanted something more embarrassing. "You didn't have anything better?"

"Well, he doesn't pick his nose, he has no wedgies, and he's not interested in anything dorky. And there was no relationship with a muggle through out all his life. So pretty much-."

"Ok, I get it. I just want something...better. Basically, I want to make his life a living hell if that's not too much," I said thoughtfully.

"Well, there's only three ways we can do that," said Blaise sitting down on a desk.

I sat on the one across from him. "What are those ways?"

"Well, we can access his vault in Hogmeade, but they can track who did that. And stealing it is impossible even with your knowledge. We could magically get back together and show affection in front of him. But then rumors will fly, we would both be shunned, so our lives would end up being the living hell. And the other one would be..."

"The other one would be..."

"You would have to...um... kiss him," he said looking at me in the eye.

I fell of my desk and landed on my butt. That is not a good place to land. I got up and glared at Blaise. "There is no way."

"You asked me what would freak him out more, and I answered you truthfully," he said shrugging.

"But kiss him. My lips would probably fall off, or I might develop a boil there or something like that. And he might taste like after-shave. I don't even know how after-shave tastes like!" I said getting frustrated again.

I couldn't kiss him. It would be wrong. He wouldn't even be my first kiss. He would be my fifth or sixth or something like that. I bet he's not even that great. Wait, he would be since he's made out with every other girl.

Do I want to kiss him?

I must be going mental.

"Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were afraid of falling for him. And-."

"I AM NOT GOING TO FALL FOR HIM!" I yelled. Blaise fell off his seat because of the shock I gave him. "I mean it's him. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be hated, gossiped about, and I would still have my dignity!"

But he did talk to me. Not in a good way. And there was no way I was going to...kiss him, even if it was for my benefit.

"But you got one good thing out of it," said Blaise getting up rather painfully.

"And what was that?"

"Me," he said pointing to himself, pouting.

I softened a little. "You're right. Thank you," I said hugging him.

'Hey, she should switch to vanilla shampoo more often.'

'Harry?'

'No Blaise...HERMIONE!?'

'Oh no, not this again.'

'Not what again.'

'Not this again. Not the mind reading thing again. I have already been through this.'

'You mean talking through our minds?'

'Yeah, I think mind reading would have to qualify as that.'

'Cool.'

'That's all you have to say.'

'Yeah.'

'Okay?'

'How is this happening?'

'We've bonded enough to let each other hear our thoughts.'

'Cool.'

'Yeah.'

'Well, now we can talk to each other when we're in different classes. I can be comfort.'

'You already are.'

'That's sweet babe, but I can be comfort even more.'

'Cool.'

'That's my line.'

'Fine.'

'So are you gonna kiss him?'

'No.'

'It would be hell for him.'

'So.'

'C'mon.'

'I'll think about it.'

'I'll kiss you if you don't.'

'Go ahead. I don't care.'

'Do you like me or something?'

'You're remotely attractive.'

'You're freaking me out.'

'On purpose.'

'I knew it.'

"Okay," I said out loud. "I'll try to find a Potion that is legal but harmful to him mentally."

"Fine with me," he said smirking at all the possibilities.

"Now if you would excuse me, I have to go read up on a Potion that I need to use," I said waving at him and leaving.

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Hogwarts Grounds

I don't know what it was about tonight. It was still freezing cold. I wasn't in a particularly good mood. I didn't even feel sad about anything. But there was just something about the night sky, the dry air, and the snow that was still as white as ever that drew me out there. As I turned each page of the book, I kept on reminding myself that I would probably get a cold. I still didn't care.

I laughed to myself about what Blaise said. I should kiss him. If anything, he would enjoy it. Not because of me, but because he would have another thing to use against me to make me look like a slut. He would probably think that even I could fall under his charm. He does have charm.

I can't believe I just admitted that.

And it would just be weird. One, since I have to start planning for the Graduation Ball with him. Two, because there's a war coming, and he's probably plotting against me. I mean, he practically confessed that he was a death eater to me. And three, I would probably get...feelings.

I can't believe I just admitted that either.

Blaise was right. The feelings would be artificial, but it could still happen just like it could happen to any other teenage girl. It happens in romance novels and TV shows and movies. He's not as bad looking as Goyle.

Okay, maybe he is...or isn't...or...I'm confused.

He really isn't that great looking. But...

"Hermione?"

That's weird. That sounded like Harry.

"Hermione?"

I looked up. "Harry?"

"Yeah."

"Hi."

"Hi."

We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. I broke the silence. "What are you doing here?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Why'd you do it?"

Another few seconds of silence came. I knew exactly what he was talking about. "We were both fighting a lot the first few days of school, as usual."

Harry laughed slightly.

"That one day he wasn't in Potions, I had to go get him. You knew that, but I didn't tell you what we talked about. When he saw me, he was mad at me, and I could tell. I took advantage of this and got him even madder. I then said something that made him counter what I said, which led to the bet. And what's worse, I excepted it."

"Why?"

"I don't know. He just, don't take this the wrong way, stirred something in me. It's like when Snape tries to ask me a question I don't know in class. It gets me all fired up, and it makes me want to answer the question so bad. Same with him, only he gave me a challenge, and I took it," I said looking down ashamed.

"Well, I know you wouldn't turn something down like that. You should've though," he said sitting next to me. "What did you do with everyone during the bet?"

I smiled. I can finally tell him about everything. I turned to look him in the eye. I told him about Neville, how Blaise and I worked together on the second portion of the bet, and how I tried to quit to be with Ron. This took about thirty or more minutes. Harry listened intently the whole time.

"I believe you. I just can't believe you went through all that. No stress?"

"Yeah, minimal," I said laughing bitterly. I turned to Harry again. "What made you forgive me?"

Harry put his arm around me as a friend. That was the first warm thing I've touched in about an hour or so. "Because... I know how it feels to have almost everyone in the school hate you because they don't understand."

"Like in second year."

"And fifth. That was hell. You have some people that think that you're a psycho, and you have someone nagging you about your homework-."

I laughed. "Have you studied for your NEWTS yet?"

He laughed. "A little. Have you?"

"Since the end of August," I said giggling.

"I would've thought that you would've started in like third year or something," he said squeezing my shoulder.

"Oh yeah, that too. It's kind of hard to study when you're worrying about you all summer," I said blushing slightly. Of course, you couldn't tell, because my cheeks were already red from the cold.

"Aw, you're sweet," he cooed.

I smiled. "How's...umm...Ron?"

"He's been very...edgy lately. He loves you very much, Hermione."

"Then why doesn't he understand?"

"Becuase he's a stubborn, hot-tempered Weasley."

"Oh yeah, that."

Harry sifted slightly. "Friends again?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

He smiled and took my arm. "C'mon before you catch a cold. You're spending the night in Gryffindor tonight."

Well that's comforting. It's only been a month since I've slept there. And Harry came back to me. This was a start.

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Chapter Explanation: I have a question. Can you tell the difference between Harry, ROn, and Blaise's personality? I have a feeling that I'm sort of writing them the same way. Okay, Harry coming back to Hermione was a little quick. But in the story, Harry's had a month to think about Hermione and her bet. And he really does know how it feels to be left out. Oh, and I read on mugglenet that there will be a nice Slytherin. Blaise can be the nice Slytherin in this one. And, I only took two days later than I said I would. I wanted this to be a nice enough chapter, so I can keep you waiting for next chapter. And, I typed fifteen pages for this too! Also, the Blaise turning Blonde for a few minutes sparked Hermione's idea to get revenge. She started out by doing it for fun, but then it turned into something sweeter.

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