A/N: Another Grimmjow/Hermione drabble.. I've decided to just tag these on to the first when whenever I end up writing some up. This one feels a bit stiff but I'm still trying to wrap my head around how to write out these characters in this little mini-verse I made. There is some things I have planned for later and I hope you like that I've come up with some back story for this... I also wanted to let you know that these drabbles won't really be appearing in any particular order.

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Hermione scowled at Ulquiorra as he lectured Grimmjow about something or other. The espada looked morose and sullen, and he was, however he also loved to nag at them. He's the one who decided to keep the red haired human as a pet basically. Nevermind the fact that Aizen was the one to actually order her presence into Hueco Mundo.

"And Grimmjow isn't Witchling supposed to be helping Szayel with his new experiments?" The monotone drone of the Ulquiorra's voice was grating on her nerves.

"Fuck off, Ulqui." Grimmjow growled. "I'm not sending her down there to become ingredients."

Hermione smirked and leant against the wall, her eyes flicked over to the human who was trying to act like she hadn't been staring at her. The Human confused her, so much power laid within her and she refused to use it properly, why? Why would someone not hone every skill they possess to perfection? It was baffling to say the least.

"Hey Ulquirro, shouldn't you be taking The Human to Aizen?" she growled as he continued to annoy Grimmjow with the prospect of Szayel.

They both turned to her and Grimmjow grinned, his mouth stretching in a charming way. "Good point Hermione, why don't you run along and try to get someone else to play ingredients eh?"

She could have sworn Ulquiorra scowled at her as moved to The Human and the both left. "I hate him." She murmured to Grimmjow as he approached her. "Mostly because he doesn't like me, though."

"That's because he's an emotionless bastard." Grimmjow was leaning over her now, his forearm pressed just above her head. "You like me though don't you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Of course I like you Grimmjow."

His hand came up to caress her face, a recently acquired scar ran across her cheek and his lips decided to trace along it. "You love me don't you, Hermione?"

Hermione sighed, part content and part contempt. "Mmmm."

"Say it."

"I love you, Grimmjow."

He smiled against her jaw. "Of course you do."

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