A/N: By the way, have you noticed that I always start my a/n's with 'Ok'? I'm such a weirdo… Anyways…
Oh and I know that last chapter had typos! Damn! I uploaded the edited file but it put in my unedited one! Oh well. I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry!

A tenth chapter! Finally, two digits!

Chapter Ten: But You're Perfect To Me

A month had past after Hermione had made up with Harry and Ron. She hadn't spoken to Malfoy unless it was desperately necessary. She had done her duties as Head Girl with him in much silence and boredom. She hadn't spoken to Seamus either, although they always gave each other sorry looks in the hall.

She had gone along with her school work quite splendidly and her normal trio life was alive once again.

But there was one problem.

She was still sharing a common room with a boy.

And that boy was Draco Malfoy.

Don't get me wrong, though. Ginny and her had been planning their revenge slowly and they planned to put it into action. In fact, they planned to put it into action tonight.

You know that they planned on getting back at Malfoy using his best friend, but how exactly? Well with the obvious plan. Hermione was going to use Blaise to make Draco jealous. It sounds rather childish, and it was, but think about it. Boys have childish minds.

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Earlier That Morning:

Hermione strolled down the halls to her last class as she brushed past Blaise through the crowd and caught onto the words he was saying to another girl.

"Sorry, babe. I have to go to Draco's tonight. Maybe next time, eh?"

Hermione smirked to herself as she walked away.

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Ginny had came to the Common room at about eight o'clock to help Hermione do her make-up, and then she left. Blaise had been in the Common room with Draco since seven o'clock and they were now watching the television.

Hermione was standing in her room, ready for when her chance would come.

She was wearing crimson lingerie that showed off her figure quite nicely. Ginny had given her a manicure and her nails were now painted a colour similar to her outfit.

Her hair was now in large, lush curls and had a wonderful shine to it. Her eyelashes were mascaratized (A/N: Yes, I did make that word up just now.) and her lips had a thin coat of transparent lip-gloss. She was ready.

You see, she had planned everything. She knew that every time Blaise would come over, around this time, him and Draco would play cards.

"Yo, Blaise. I'm going to go get some cards," she heard Draco say from outside her room. Funny, she was holding his deck of cards in her hand right now. I guess Draco might take a while to find them…

She waited until she heard the definite click of his door and the rumbling in his room. That was her signal. She opened the door slowly and walked down the stairs unnoticed. Blaise seemed to be fully absorbed in a random magazine that he had found on the table and didn't acknowledge her presence. She slyly walked around the couch and then behind him. She then ran her hands down his shoulders and chest. Blaise jumped.

"Woah! Oh, good lord, Granger. You scared me. W-what are you doing?" he asked her.

She didn't answer him immediately, but she did continue to run her hands along him.

She whispered in his ear slowly, "Hey, Blaise." (A/N: How lame, I know.)

He could feel him shiver, and she smirked. She started to nibble on his ear as he sat there, soaking up every feeling that was running through him.

Suddenly, Blaise placed a hand on hers and moved it down onto his now hard member as he groaned.

"Don't put the carriage in front of the horse," she whispered to him. He took his had off hers, and she walked around the couch and sat on his lap, straddling him.

She grinded against him as she began to kiss him slowly with more than a bit of tongue. He, of course, started to kiss back immediately.

He moaned into the kiss. "Granger… What are you doing to me?" He asked between the kiss.

"I'm kissing you," she replied simply. Blaise wanted to stopped her and ask her what the hell was going on, but he didn't want to stop the unbelievable feeling that she was giving him. Then again, Draco would kill him… He had to stop it.

Blaise stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. "Granger. Tell me what you're up to," he said with all seriousness.

Damn. He was on to her.

"Blaise… I want you…" she purred in his ear. She sounded like a horny school girl at the moment, but that was the image she was trying to portray at the moment.

Blaises head was at war on what to do. His mind told him to throw her off of him now and demand to know her true purpose for what she was doing, but his body was now in her control.

His hands held her around her rib area and slowly slid down to her waist.

Suddenly, Draco's door opened.

"Blaise, I can't find my bloody deck of – HERMIONE?"

Blaise's face was struck with awe, but Hermione's only had an innocent look on it.

"Yes, Malfoy?" she asked, once again, simply.

"What - How – What the hell is going on?" He asked in an angry tone.

It was Blaise's turn to answer. "Draco… We were just… It's not what it looks like!"

"How could it not be what it looks like?" Suddenly, Draco paused and his face went disturbingly calm. "I mean, good for you two. So, Blaise, I guess we're not playing cards after all. That's okay. Maybe next time."

This left both Hermione and Blaise in shock. Then it hit Hermione like a ton of bricks. He knew her game, not that she thought he wouldn't notice, and he was playing his own game.

"Yes, next time it is," Hermione said rather plainly. She then smashed her lips onto Blaise's and went into a furious kiss. Blaise didn't even have time to think before responding. They heard a door slam and Hermione quickly separated from Blaise.

"Well, it's been fun. I'll see you around," and with that she left for her room. Blaise was left there, stunned at the both of them.

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(A/N: I'm sorry guys, but I'll have to go back to a little bit of POV's. They're just too great.)

Hermiones POV:

I ran to my room and closed the door. I felt like getting all the nasty whore germs off of me. I didn't like doing that with boys, but I just had to do it to Draco. He made me so mad…

My plan originally was to make Draco jealous, but I just couldn't do it. Blaise wasn't the one I wanted to be with. I didn't want him to touch me or kiss me. I didn't want him to whisper into my ear. I don't know what was going on inside of me.

My brain was about to explode so I went to bed and fell into a restless sleep.

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I woke up early that morning to the birds chirping. I quickly got dressed in a white t-shirt with a rough, grey, punkish design on it and one of my favourite pairs of blue jeans. I quickly got my book bag and went down to the Great Hall for some breakfast.

I walked through the doors and sat down beside Harry and across from Ron.

"Mor reen Er-ne," I heard Ron talk with a mouthful of egg. How disturbing.

"Ron, swallow!" I scolded as Harry gave me a light hug as a good morning. I really was enjoying the fact that me and Harry had made up. I don't know how it happened so quickly, but we were back to brother and sisterly acting.

Suddenly, a chunk of egg flew out of Rons mouth and onto my plate. I stared at it in horror.

"Sor Mi-ee!" I heard him say, or spray for that matter.

I laughed uneasily and brushed the egg off of my plate as I piled some of my own on it along with some bacon.

I felt eyes on me and looked over at the slytherin table where I assumed to see Draco watching me. I was wrong.

Draco was talking quite flirtatiously with a Slytherin girl known as Samantha Salanthon. I then looked beside him to find Blaise staring at me in a rather suggestive way. I gulped and continued to eat my food.

What was that girl doing with Draco? What was so special about her?

I looked back over at her. She had thick, honey blond hair which she was twirling around with her finger. Her eyes were a dull blue and her body had a decent amount of curves. I saw Draco stare at her, actually interested in what she was saying. Or at least that's what it looked like.

I felt like I was being punched in the stomach over and over again, and I couldn't figure out why.

I picked up my book bag and left the Great Hall to go to class early without saying goodbye to Ron and Harry.

"Where's she going?..." I heard Harry ask before all sounds from the people in that room faded away.

I quickly went to my first class, which was potions with the slytherins, and sat down. I was about fifteen minutes early so I started to get my books out.

I really didn't like Samantha Salanthon. Well, maybe I just didn't like the fact that she had Draco.

(A/N: déjà vu anyone?)

I started listing down the things that she had and I didn't on a sheet of paper before I noticed the rest of the class coming in and quickly tucked the paper into my bag.

"Quiet, class," Professor Snape ordered as he tapped his wand on the desk, "Today you will be working on one of the ten potions that I have listed on the board with the person that I will now assign you with."

My eyes scrolled down the list until they found the Polyjuice potion. I smirked to myself.

"… Potter and Parkinson…"

Both grunted.

"… Weasley and Longbottom…"

Ron squeaked and Neville shook his head apologetically.

"… Malfoy and Granger…"

Usually this would have brought amusement to Professor Snapes face as I would grumble, with points being taken away, and Malfoy would smirk evilly. This time we both went wide-eyed with shock.

You didn't need to be a genius to figure out that Draco wasn't moving from his desk, so I graciously grabbed my bag and sat down beside him at the back. A glare was unsurprisingly sent my way.

I still wasn't talking to Malfoy, but this project had to be done.

"I suggest we do the Polyjuice potion."

"Why that one?" he asked in a bored tone.

"Because I've done it be-…" I zipped my mouth. Almost let that one out!

"You've done it before? This is 8th year stuff. You couldn't have done it before."

Was he questioning my superior intelligence?

"I did." I replied simply.

"Whatever. Fine."

I looked in my book bag for a sheet of paper to write the ingredients down on and pulled it out.

"What's this…" I heard Draco whisper beside me. I looked over to see him holding my list of things that Samantha had that I didn't. Shit!

I went to grab it, but he pulled it away.

"Blond hair, blue eyes, big lips, thick eye lashes, longer legs, bigger breasts…" He chuckled at the last one. "What kind of list is this, Granger?"

I didn't reply for I was too busy blushing and looking down at my shoes. Suddenly, it hit him.

"Oh…" There was that 'oh' again. I hope he didn't know! "You were jealous, weren't you? Hermione Granger was jealous of Samantha Salanthon because she got to spend time with me. Well, well…"

"I was not jealous," I interrupted.

"Then why did you write this list?"

"I-I…" I couldn't finish. I had no reply to that that could make me look less of a fool. I saw Draco smirk. I looked down on my paper in shame as I started writing down the ingredients. A note flew onto my paper before I saw Draco get up to get the ingredients from Snape's cupboard. I read the note.

'You're beautiful.'

I froze in pure embarrassment as I looked up to find Draco smiling back up at me. I blushed and went back to writing down the ingredients and the order to add them.

Draco came back with a bag full of different bottles and poaches. "Got 'em."

"Great. We should start today in the common room," I suggested.

"Sure."

We both started writing down notes from our text books until I felt a hand creep up my thigh. I looked over at Draco who was smirking as he continued writing with his right hand.

"Stop it," I hissed. I didn't want him to stop though.

"No," he hissed back.

"I'll tell!"

"Who do you think Snape is going to believe? You'll just get in trouble," Draco replied in a serious yet playful tone.

My jaw dropped as I realized how true it was. I tried to continue writing, but I couldn't ignore the teasing touch of Draco's hand.

I then felt his hand creep between my thighs and lightly touch the jeans zipper. I slapped it away and continued writing once again.

His hand soon came back and started tapping against my leg playfully. I laughed quietly and looked around. I frowned immediately. Ron was staring from the low front row at Malfoys fingers tapping on my leg with shock and hatred in his eyes. I watched as he nudged Harry and signaled over at me. I tapped Draco to stop and he did, but not before Harrys eyes caught him in the act.

Damnit!

Harrys eyes went wide with rage. He attempted to get up, but Ron held him back. Unfortunately, Snape noticed this.

"Problem, Mr. Potter?" He asked with the voice that said 'whatever you say, you're still in trouble.'

"Um, no, Professor Snape. I was just stretching my legs…"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for unnecessary exercises!"

I sighed. Harry sat down and continued writing after giving me a disappointed look.

"Sorry, 'Mione. I didn't know…" Draco whispered into my ear as he nibbled on it for a few seconds.

My face went hot. We were back to that affectionate way that I loved so much. I had only had a taste of it, but I missed it all the same.

The rest of the class was spent writing down notes and laughing at Dracos stupid jokes. I didn't know he could be funny! Anyways, we left the class, and separated to different classes. Unfortunately, there had to be a dent in my great start to the day.

"Hermione! What was that about?" Ron yelled as he and Harry ran to catch up with me.

"What?" I asked innocently. Not innocently enough though.

"Oh please, Hermione. Spare us the dumb act. Why was Malfoy touching your leg?" Harry exclaimed as he finally caught up to me.

I stopped and looked at the ground to think.

"Answer us!" Ron exclaimed.

"I-I… I don't know," I answered softly. Why couldn't they leave it be? I felt comfortable with Draco. I didn't know why, but why did they have to start something again?

"Why didn't you stop him?" Ron exclaimed once again.

"I did. I slapped his hand away. I couldn't tell Snape because, well, what are the chances that he would actually believe me? I would get in trouble," I said a little louder. They soaked the Snape fact in. Hey, it was true!

"Oh… Well… Take care of yourself, Hermione…" Harry stated after some thought.

I smiled. "You know I can."

With that, I continued my classes.

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I had had such a wonderful day that my mind was clouded and wasn't thinking of how it was obviously about to go so wrong.

I turned the corner when, suddenly, I heard two voices coming from the hallway that led to the Heads Room.

"Oh, Draco, let's go inside!" the girl voice moaned as the sounds of kissing was heard.

"Shhh, Samantha. Let me say the password and we can go to my room," the obvious voice of Draco came. I heard him whisper something that was obviously the password. I waited five minutes after the door had closed before walking into the Heads Room.

They seemed to have already gone to Draco's room so I tip toed up his staircase and put my ear to the door. I heard the definite sound of moans. My stomach felt sick. I quickly ran to my room door and choked out the password.

"S-something like l-love."

The door flew open and I walked in.

My legs buckled and I fell to my knees sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't know what was wrong with me. My mind was over exaggerating this little 'crush' on Draco way out of proportion, and now I couldn't stand to see him with anyone else. What was wrong with me? I still do not know.

I cried until I had no more tears, and then I cried some more. I thought I had found someone. Someone I actually liked, someone new, someone different. I was so wrong.

Apparently Draco had heard me rush downstairs because, after a few minutes, I heard him ushered Samantha out of the Heads Room.

"But Draco!" The door slammed. I heard feet running up my staircase, but I still lay there, crying and shaking.

Draco came in, bent down and wrapped his arms around me, but I pushed him off me furiously.

"D-Don't touch me!" I screamed.

His eyes widened and he stepped back.

" 'Mione, what's wrong?" he asked. Oh, you sicken me.

"That's Granger to you," I choked as I still sat there, crying into my knees which I held so close.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked again and I looked at him with the dirtiest glare I have ever known myself to give.

Suddenly, it seemed to hit him as his eyes went from a shocked stage to a sorry one. I saw the stormy colour in his eyes gain specks of a shiny silver.

"Hermione… Was it Samantha? Listen… She was just a way to pass the time…"

I slapped him.

"I was just a way to pass the time. I was just another mind and heart to play with. But you know what? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me," I shouted with my dry throat.

He looked taken a back as he let my words burn in his brain.

"No, Hermione. You were so much more…" That's not saying much at all.

"I don't know why, but you're right. I do have a crush on you. I admit it. I, Hermione Grange, have a crush on you, and I am more than willing to put an end to it," I told him as I backed further away from him until I hit the wall. I saw hurt in his eyes.

"No… don't…" He started to say, but was interrupted as I threw a random book that was on the floor at him.

"Get out."

His eyes flared as if he had just seen something so very different.

"You know what, Granger? I don't know why I feel bad. You did the same thing with Seamus and my best friend! This was nothing compared to you," he spat at me with a glare.

My eyes widened with horror. It was true.

"But that doesn't matter because you don't like me in any way!" I stated more for myself than him.

"How do you know? I could be in love with you for all you know!" he yelled back before his own words hit him.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, my hopes high.

"I... I'm saying that you shouldn't be mad at a mistake you made yourself. You think you're perfect, but you're not," and, with that, he stomped out of the room.

"But you're perfect to me…" I whispered to myself.

A/N: I am so unbelievably sorry that it took this long. I've had a lot of stuff going on and, as you can see, my story has been going along with my mood swings. That's ok, though, because I'm back in business! Review!