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Ch7- Masquerade

Back at school, back at what she would have like to call the normal part of her life, but it simply wasn't anymore. What did she expect anyway that everyone would remember bushy haired, baggy closed, book worm Hermione Granger no of course they wouldn't they wanted the new and improved second sexy copy of Hermione Granger. Exactly that just a copy a clone emotionless or so it seemed. Life she surmised would never go back to what it had been and she was stuck so she decided for the first time in her life to make the best out of it.

She was going to use her fame like all the other stars did, use it to have fun. No more being in the corner anymore she was going to stand up and have some fun she deserved it. She couldn't help, but smile as she walked to detention with Professor Snape she had a serene feeling her life was going to change for the better., she would be happy if it killed her.

She walked into the classroom where the Professor was hurriedly gathering papers and quills and shoving them haphazardly into a bag.

"Miss, Granger, I can not tend to you in detention, but have put my faith into a student to watch over you, wait here and he should be back and will give you instructions." He zoomed out of the classroom.

She sat down at a desk tapping her fingernails against the old wood impatiently.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."

She turned and stared at Blaize Zabini who was leaning against a wall.

"Never thought the day would come where I would be babysitting Granger in detention." He smirked every wording dripping with pleased humor.

She and Blaise had always been on good terms surprising as it was, he only was rude to her when Draco was around and even then he wasn't that bad. Over the years they had spent at Hogwarts they had became friends as weird as that might sound.

She couldn't suppress a smile Blaise, in her eyes, was equal to Harry or Ron even more so. He knew all about her becoming a singer and everything she couldn't just call him a friend he was more than that and she didn't have a name for it.

"Blaise!" she got up and started to run to him.

He pushed himself off the wall and opened his arms for her with a smile that matched hers. She collided with him and gave him an intimate hug that lasted far too long to just be friends.

"It's good to see you, Pookie. But what you do to get yourself locked up in detention…under my control?" he just had to add that he was her superior.

Pookie is what he so affectionately called her and he hadn't a clue why he gave her that nickname, but she didn't seem to mind so it sticked.

"I gave Snape some attitude." She pulled away from him to look up at his face, but didn't let go of her grip around his neck.

She began to curl those luscious dark locks of hair in between her fingers. Her eyes sparkled at him and he loved how he was able to make her happy. He was right she was happy with him and she loved it this feeling of having him all to herself.

"So what is my detention sentence?"

"Well you were supposed to organize the bookshelves by hand, but…" he took out his wand and with a flick of his wrist the books moved off the shelves and rearranged themselves.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"And why not?" he put away his wand.

"What if he finds out?"

"He won't."

She leaned against him putting her head on his chest, closing her eyes, and taking in his scent. He placed his chin on the top of her head and rubbed her back.

"I've missed you soooooo much Blaise, you'll never know how it killed me that I could call you on the phone or-"

"Call me on the phone?"

"Muggle thing."

"Oh."

"I suppose an owl's better than anything, but it is so hard getting a moment all to myself to send one. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. So tell me all about it."

They separated and moved to some chairs and talked for a long time. They both left the classroom, but weren't the same. Once they passed through the door frame the feeling of hatred emanated off the both of them, they were such good actors.

She decided to go to the library where she felt most comfortable. It was late, but it should still be open.

"Miss Granger it has been a long time." The librarian greeted her.

"It sure has." She walked to the back of the library, she had read almost every book and she had to delve deep into the library to find something her fingers hadn't already touched.

She pulled out a thick old 'history of spells' book went to sit, and began to read. A while must have passes she was deep in the history of the book she hadn't felt it at first, but the second time was stronger. A simple whisp of air or so she thought around her ankles. She simply angled her feet differently and ignored it, but the third time she swore she felt a hand on her ankle. She stood up abruptly dropping the book in the process. She looked down at her watch it was nearly midnight.

Why hasn't the librarian asked me to leave?

She went back to the front desk and no one was there and she noticed there was no light, nothing. She took out her wand and didn't need to say anything her wand lit up with a simple tap of her fingers. She looked around her heart racing.

I need to stop watching all those scary movies back home.

She walked over to the door to leave. She wrapped her fingers around the handle and pushed, but no luck it didn't budge. She tried again and with every try she got more violent until her hand became red and she stopped.

"Damn it all."

She slumped up against the door and set her wand on her lap and closed her eyes. She must have dosed off or something because when her eyes reopened her wand wasn't in her hand, she rummaged around, but couldn't find it and it was just too dark.

She felt it again around her ankles, but this time she knew it wasn't wind because invisible as it was its hand wrapped around her ankle and began to slide up her leg. When she went to get up she was forced back down. Her hands went to investigate instinctively it was a person she could feel the grooves of…his body.

"Get off of me!"

She felt him press his lips to her and kiss her and left suddenly. She sat up and heard the door click and assumed it was now unlocked.

Now what was that bout and why was it so bizarre….and short?

She walked to her common room and went to bed.

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She sat at the table surrounded by her friends eating breakfast, her favorite meal of the day. Every once in a while looking up at the Slytherin table to take a peek at Blaise or Draco whichever sooted her best. They both sat next to each other best friends after all so if one of them found out she was looking she could always claim to have been watching the other.

She had just finished her meal when the Headmaster approached his podium and demanded silence. He dismissed us to classes, but added that he wanted to see Hermione in his office promptly.

Every eye was on her and she stood up and walked to his office. He greeted her there and took her into his office and sat her down offering her some candy in the process.

"Now for the real reason I brought you up here. Miss Granger," he sat down in his chair behind his desk. "As with every year the seventh years get to throw a masquerade party and it is approaching quickly, but we have had some problems with entertainment. We, the staff, were wondering if you would kindly considering singing at the masquerade."

Her mouth dropped.

-ATTENTION: Ok I'm taking a POLL to see how many people WANT HER TO SING and DON'T'T WANT HER TO SING. Mind you there is a DIFFERENT OUTCOME pending on which you choose, so it is UP TO THE READERS TO DECIDE, YES OR NO and you can see what your decision has brought on for our Hermione. REVIEW ME YOUR DECISION.