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Draco: So, did you read Divine Humiliation? The author updated recently.

Me: Yeah. Great fic.

Draco: Do you need any nose scratching?

Me: No. The chair I'm tied to is way comfortable.

Draco: Okay.

Me: What are you doing?

Draco: Trying to find a nice tickling device.

Me: (Current State of shock)

Yeah, so Draco owns me, and I don't own him. I don't own any of them for that matter.

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Reviewer Shout Out: Once again, I want to thank all my reviewers in, well, reviewing. Oh, and I recently went on , and my ultimate match is Rupert Grint. I found that way surprising, since they put USA and foreign celebrities on there. That is a lot of celebrities. I don't really go well with Tom Felton though. Oh Well. Anyway, I hope you all got the very important clue last chapter. No, I won't tell you (hehe). Oh, and I'm writing a current one-shot fic on the Blaise and Hermione. This chapter is also dedicated to Marz for being my 300th reviewer!

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Reviewer Poll: Once again, the story you vote for this chapter is the one I will write. Please make sure you review for this poll. This is the most important one.

First Place is Scenario 1: Draco Malfoy is wanting to put Hermione Granger on his wall of trophy girls. And none other than Blaise Zabini has to help.

In second place is Scenario 7: When you're a Hogwarts Hottie, being able to get every girl in school is your pride and joy. To bad Hermione Granger never got checked off Blaise Zambini's list.

And tied for 3rd place:

Scenario 9: Blaise has never liked having dirty little house elves clean his stuff. When he catches Hermione Granger doing something bad, he puts her to good use.

And Scenario 4: Blaise has never really known anyone that was important and mattered to him. Then there was Hermione Granger, Snape, and the year round project of inventing a Potion.

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As I woke up, I cringed. No it wasn't cold. In fact, it was the very opposite. Well, not the very opposite. But still, I abhor the very thought of it. It had all my least favorite things. It had, committed relationships, frill, pink, and oh yeah, committed relationships. And I would get the usual from Harry. I don't know what I will get from Blaise. And, the rest will most likely be hate mail.

Yep, that's right, it was Valentine's Day.

It was Parvati and Lavender's dream come true every year. Although, they are losing their touch, since they only got a sack full last year. But, I really didn't like Valentine's Day. What's worse is that it was a Saturday. That means a whole day to cry in my own self-pity, which is what I was trying to explain to Blaise.

"Don't worry about it. Some people don't even get anything, bless them," pouted Blaise with a fake tear.

"Don't ever say that ever again. It doesn't suit you. Anyway, you wouldn't understand, since you're hot and got at least three sacks full!" I complained.

"Haven't you noticed that you are too? Well, at least from my standards," he said smiling.

I rolled my eyes. "Haven't you forgotten that, oh yeah, people are trying to stay at least a couple of meters away from me, because I'm a vella vampire that can go out in daylight."

"Yes, but you're my vella vampire," said Blaise putting his arm around me. "Anyway, I got you chocolate." He then handed me the package that was inside his robe. "I knew you liked the chocolate with the hazelnut in it."

"Thanks," I said. Well, I got something from a guy.

"So, how are your plans working out?" he asked curious.

"Well, nothing much yet. Just being in the same room as me annoys the crap out of him," I said thoughtfully.

"I think he knows," said Blaise losing his smirk.

"About what," I asked puzzled.

"I think he knows about what you did to him a few weeks ago," Blaise said seriously.

"The revenge thing? He just now figured that out? What made you think so?" I asked panicked.

"He was ranting about how much he despises you and stuff like that, then he very cunningly asked if you had anything to do with it. I lied as best as I could, but he doesn't believe me," explained Blaise.

"So that must mean-."

"That he's going to be after you the whole day. Just remember not to confess to anything," Bliase warned.

"Fine, fine. Well, I have to go find Harry and hope my life doesn't end today," I said sadly.

"You do that," said Blaise passing me on the way out.

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I left Blaise to have the best Valentines Day ever. The place had history and gore written all over it. It was also romantic enough to put me to tears. There were paintings everywhere with colors and dim-lightings.

Can you tell I'm lying yet?

Well, I wasn't lying about the romantic part. The shrieking shack lunch I had with Harry wasn't bad. And, we were actually allowed. This was a first. Since Valentine's Day fell on a weekend, Dumbledore granted us a Hogsmeade visit.

"Do you like your sandwich?" asked Harry.

"Yeah," I replied distracted. I was currently staring out the window. I realized that I haven't read for fun ever since the second week of Christmas Break. Most of my time was used to content myself with studying for the NEWTS. I wanted to go to the bookstore so bad.

Harry could tell too.

"I can go with you if you want," he offered.

"I thought you hated-."

"You're my friend, Hermione. You sacrifice for friends. And I'm only giving you a limit of two hours."

I pouted.

"Two and a half?"

I made my lip tremble.

"Okay fine, three. But you're doing what I want after that."

I smiled, "You are too kind."

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Harry walked down the streets of Hogmeade with me trying not to notice the whispers and disapproving looks. He had gone through those looks so many times. They weren't for him this time, though. They were for me, but that didn't matter. I was going back to the bookshop.

"I'll be in the Quidditch book area. Are you sure you're going to be ok?" asked Harry.

"Sure. No one ever comes in here, well except for me and..." Draco, but I'm not mentioning him.

Harry was still urging me to go on.

"Um, other people that I don't know about. But I'm sure I'll be fine," I said reassuringly.

Harry looked at me skeptically and left for the front of the shop.

I contented myself with looking at books about Goblins. Ever since the research I did about it, I just couldn't help but be interested. I blame Binns for making me so disinterested in Goblins.

I smiled at myself when I found yet another yet more detailed books about Goblin tunnels. I was about to go find a table when my head ran straight into Malfoy's chest.

"Ow. Can't you leave me alone for just, oh I don't know, the rest of my life? I think that would be a nice vacation from myself," I said sarcastically. Knowing him, he would never take the hint.

"Not until I find out about who tried to ruin my reputation," he said determinedly.

"I didn't do it," I said nonchalantly.

"Guilty conscience speaking there, Granger? I know you did it," he accused.

"Fine, give me proof," I said acting bored. Inside, my heart was pounding so badly.

"You said you didn't have bay leaves, and you did, and you knew it," he said logically. "You just said that so I could get up and-."

I clapped my hands together. "It only took you two weeks and a half to figure that one out."

"I knew it!" he said.

I started walking away and heading towards the counter where I paid for my book. Then, I headed towards Harry's side of the library.

"You are so paying for this, Granger," he whispered venomously.

I turned around about ready to bite him... hard. "I already am paying for it Malfoy! But you're too busy worrying about yourself to at least think for a second about how it's affecting me."

"I don't need to. You deserved it," he snapped back.

"You did the same thing I did," I hissed turning down an aisle. I immediately saw Harry and ran towards him. Harry turned around with a bewildered look. "We're leaving."

"Okay?" He looked over me. "Oh."

"Exactly."

I grabbed his arm and rushed past Malfoy making perfectly sure that I bumped into his shoulder on the way out.

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Gryffindor Common Room

We were the only ones back into the common room at two in the afternoon. I was currently crying, because of what he said to me.

"He said (sniff) that I deserved it and (deep breath) that I was the only one to blame for it. I knew (sniffle) that I was stupid but (cough) he didn't have to make it seem like (deep breath) I killed everyone in the world for (sob) my own benefit."

Harry was rubbing my back. "You just made a mistake Hermione. He did it too."

"Exactly (sob)."

"You just-."

"Granger, what are you doing here. Trying to get Harry to take you back?"

That was Ron. I knew it was Ron. Couldn't he wait until I was at least a little bit stable? "No." I got up and started to leave.

Harry pulled me back down on the couch. "Accio wands." My wand and Ron's wand came flying out of our robes. Harry than pointed his wand at Ron. "Sit or I'll make you."

Ron rolled his eyes and sat himself down on the chair farthest away from me.

"Apologize," commanded Harry.

"I'm not apologizing for the way I've been treating her," Ron said stubbornly.

"No, apologize for the rude way you came in here," said Harry sternly.

Ron rolled his eyes again. "Sorry."

Harry turned to me and spoke a little softer. "Except it."

I turned to Ron. "I accept your apology."

Harry stood up and put the sticking charm on both of us. "Now, you are both going to stay here until you talk about this."

Both Ron and I looked away.

"Now."

"You really want me to talk about it, Harry. Fine, I will. She did something to me that was so immoral is so immoral that it makes her look like a-."

"Don't you dare call me that Ronald Weasley. You know perfectly well that I have a side in this story, and you know you're being way to stubborn to believe it," I snapped.

"Fine what is it. What is the grand adventure you put us both through from your point of view," he asked grudgingly.

I put on a forced neutral face and started explaining. At the end of the story, Ron still had his grumpy face on. I looked at him skeptically.

He finally spoke. "You could've said no."

"Ron-."

"You could've stopped it."

"It was more complicated than that!"

"No it wasn't. All you had to do was say no, and you didn't."

"I tried."

"You should've tried harder!"

"Stop!"

We both turned our heads to look at Harry.

"Okay, Let's keep it civil. Hermione, you know you were wrong."

I nodded. Admitting this was a first for me, and Ron should no that full and well.

"And Ron, listen to Hemione," said Harry walking towards me. I took this opportunity to get my wand from his pocket. He should have known to keep a safe distance from me. He didn't notice. "She's trying to tell you that she still loves you."

I undid Harry's charm. I froze Harry and walked towards Ron. Ron stared at me in the eye. "Is that what you've been trying to tell me."

I had made up my mind full and well by now. There was no going back on this one. "Ron, you don't love me. You wouldn't have been incredibly stubborn about an issue like this if you loved me. You would have given me a chance."

"You didn't deserve that, Hermione," Ron said forcefully.

"Even if some one you love doesn't deserve something, you give them a chance. If you loved me, you would've found it in your heart to at least let me explain out of left over compassion for me.. You know me better than most people, and you know I wouldn't try to hurt your feelings, and I would die for you Ron."

Ron was staring at me silently.

"The way you've been behaving towards me helped me realize that... you don't love me." The tears started to kick in again. "And when I came to that conclusion, I also knew that... I didn't love you."

"Don't you dare say that to me, Hermione. You know I do."

"I know you love me as a friend. I love you like that too. But, I was talking relationship wise. You don't, and you know it."

Ron was shaking his head in disbelief. Harry couldn't move anything, but by the sound of his breathing, you could tell he was shocked. That's only because he wasn't breathing at all.

"I think, you should talk to me when you're ready, completely ready to listen to me, and I'll listen...even though you don't deserve it," I said tearfully walking away. I heard the portrait door open and undid the spell I put on Harry before walking through the wall of the workroom.

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I sat on my couch crying for a good bit of time. I think it was for about forty minutes or so. I decided to bury myself in Blaise's never ending chocolate box. They just kept on refilling with my favorite chocolate. I was about to start on my third helping when I heard a knock on the outside wall. I walked towards it and pressed the stone that would open the passageway.

Of course, it was Blaise.

"I'm here to watch your weight and provide comfort," he announced.

His merriment was contagious enough for me to smile. "Come in, eat, and get fat with me. It's a nice pastime."

He came in and sat down on my couch. "What happened?"

"Ron. He's not as in love as I thought he was," I explained.

"I've been trying to tell you that for weeks," said Blaise making a huge hand gesture.

I laughed and punched him playfully. "Yeah, well I never listened. But the weird part is..." I looked around to see if anyone was hiding somewhere and eavesdropping. "I still have the feeling that I'm with some one. Like I still belong to some one. It's the strangest feeling."

"But you don't "belong" to some one" Blaise pointed out.

"Which is why it's weird!" I concluded. "And I can't think of anything that would make me feel this way."

"It's the curse of Valentine's Day. Oh, and I forgot to tell you. I found Victoria," he exclaimed.

I perked up slightly. "Where?"

"Well, Draco got mad at me for not telling him that you were the one who did it. I got mad and decided to take a walk on the unknown part of the castle. I found her in a room sitting silently and it...I wasn't mad at her anymore.

I got a pang of jealousy. Blaise was in love and I knew it. I've known for a very long time that he was. "You're in love Blaise."

"I am?"

"Do you still feel fluffy?" I asked.

"Now that you mention it, yeah," he said thoughtfully.

"Do you feel like flying without a broomstick?"

"Better than that."

"How badly do you want to see her?"

"Very badly."

"Then Blaise, my friend, you are in love, for real," I concluded.

He looked at me. "I think so, too."

I smiled. It was nice to see a Slytherin happily in love. It gives hope to the rest of them. But that hope doesn't extend to me. "I'm happy for you." I then hugged him just as the portrait from the Slytherin side opened.

I didn't care.

"Listen, Blaise. Before you give Granger her first kiss, I need to yell at her," he said fuming.

"Can you handle him?" Blaise whispered.

I smiled. "Always."

Blaise nodded and left skeptically. I knew could handle Malfoy by myself. Malfoy, on the other hand, didn't.

I turned around slowly. "Go ahead."

"You were the one who embarrassed me! And I just wanted you to know that I. Will. Get. You. Back!"

I waited for him to continue.

He shifted a little. "That's all."

"Okay, get me back. What could you possibly do?" I asked knowing I would regret it later.

"I can ruin that hard earned reputation that you spent so much time getting just like you almost did to mine," he growled.

"Umm, here's some new for you, Draco. You have already ruined my reputation far too much to gain it back. I couldn't care less what you do with it now," I sighed. He was really losing his touch.

"Fine, I'll just pull something on you to piss you off," he said trying to think of new ideas.

"Okay, now go plan what you're going to do to me," I sighed again waving at him to dismiss him.

"How are you not upset? Aren't you supposed to call me multiple names that associate me with the word evil?" he asked calming down a bit.

What has gotten into him?

"I would, but it doesn't matter, Malfoy. Do I have to repeat the reason again?" I asked half-heartedly quirking my eyebrow.

"Gosh, Granger, where is your scene of competition, dignity, and self for crying out loud. Are you Pansy? No, Pansy can't make a Polyjui-."

By that time, I had walked very close to him. Intimidation is the key here. "Shouldn't I be asking you that first question?"

Malfoy made his mad face. "You can't keep on blaming this on me. You should've been careful and considered that maybe we were in a open hall-"

"But, Draco, I thought we were on good enough terms for you to tell me. We haven't fought since that one day when you sat on my couch," I reasoned.

"It was a bet, Granger. We both excepted it," he hissed.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my couch. "Malfoy-."

"Oh, now it's Malfoy."

"Things change. And anyways, I know you like the back of my hand. You've been my enemy for a long time, and you have to get to know your enemies in order to compete with them. The same goes for you," I said crossing my legs.

"You're right. I do know you, Granger. You changed! This is probably why I can't give you hell," he said frustrated.

I stood up, and he walked over to me. "You have no idea how I ch-."

I know it was totally irrelevant to be thinking of this, but I haven't seen Crookshanks in a very long time. It's been like almost two months.

"Changed. You have no idea. That's what people do when they grow. They change. Some more than others," I said getting dramatic. This was like an episode out of a soap opera.

"Well, I certainly haven't, besides the fact that I have gotten more devilishly handsome. That's probably why you're able to give me hell."

I was getting mad now. He was so arrogant! "You haven't seen hell yet, Malfoy."

"Then what are you going to do. Are you going to ruin my nails, give me oats for breakfast, or steal my lucky socks? I'm sure the last one would get me as close to crying as I will ever get," he said sarcastically.

I was getting madder by the second. "Don't push me, Draco."

"Why? It's not like you care. What can you possibly do to give me hell?" He asked getting more amused.

By now, I was blinded by rage. "You want to know how I can give you hell?"

"Yes, I genuinely want to know," he said throwing his arms up.

I took a deep breath. Why is Blaise always right? I rolled my eyes and quickly grabbed the back of his hand. He took my hand off. I rolled my eyes and stood on my tiptoes and leaned forward.

I touched his lips and stood there. Was I enjoying it? I have no clue. All I know is that I was shocked. I was really shocked at myself for doing it and him for letting it last thas long. I was blinded with rage. I can't help that. It was so his fault.

Yep, it was his fault that all those seconds past by and our lips were still together. I opened my eyes and his were open too. We quickly separated.

"Was that all you have?" he asked almost slurring his words.

I shook my head. This will get him feeling bad. "No, that wasn't. That wasn't even close. I wanted to 'give you hell', as we have grown accustomed to calling it, the last time I tried to "ruin" you. And I didn't. And I bet you don't know why."

I turned, picked up my book, and went towards the door.

"Did Blaise tell you to not do it?" he asked wiping his lips. I was offended. I didn't slobber all over him.

I didn't answer.

"Did he?"

I opened the portrait door and turned around. "No."

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Chapter Review: Well, they did kiss, but Hermione didn't all the sudden realize she loved him...yet. Like I said before, it doesn't happen just like that, especially with these two types of characters. And who knows what Draco is feeling. This fic is only told from one point of view. And, I haven't started with the aftermath feelings yet. But, I did give you the much-awaited kiss of the fic.