A new outlook on life

Hello. Well, it seems as if I need to add some more Blaise into the plot, says Queen Of Serpents. So look out for those damned Zabinis!

Mark Fields woke up kinda fuzzy minded and wondering where he was. Only a few minutes ago he had been in Henry Bendel's, so where was he now? Heaven? Hell? Purgatory, whatever that was? Suddenly he looked down and a spew of curse words came from his mouth. Someone had stripped him down. Hermione, maybe? But then he realized he was alone and butt naked. Not like he minded, anyway. When Pourple was away and he would stay and hang with Blaise, he would only wear his boxers. No one at the Zabini house minded. Why did I break up with her anyway? He thought.

Someone had entered the room. Mark twisted and turned to see who it was. When the man finally came into focus, he was a tall and suitably dressed man with a huge scale. "Hello, Mark. I am the Divine Ruler." He introduced himself to the small human.

"Hello, sir. Am I dead?" he asked. The tall man shook his head, "Then why am I here?" he prodded.

"We, you and I, are here to weigh the good and the bad that you have done in your life. Then I will make the decision if you need to stay on Earth or travel to the afterlife in heaven or hell."

"I wanna go home." Mark pouted.

"Well, before I can make that decision, I need to see what you've done. Ready to go?"

"But I'm naked."

"It doesn't matter. I'm the only one that can see you." The Divine Ruler pulled this giant pot out and suddenly they were transported to the hospital Mark's body was in.

"Blaise, do you need a Band-Aid? You're bleeding like a stuck pig." Were the first words from Hermione's mouth when they had found his friends and family in the oversized hospital. A girl slipped into the women's bathroom, and a person wearing a Mets hat stood guard at the door. But Mark only had eyes for the light brunette as she pulled out a Band-Aid from her purse, handed it to Blaise, and put her head in her hands.

Mark turned to the Divine Ruler, "See that girl? I think I might love her. She's one of the reasons I want to stay."

"Now I have a reason you shouldn't. Turn around, and face the Women's bathroom." Mark did as he was told and studied the redhead guarding the door, wearing an orange and blue Mets cap that clashed horribly with his hair.

"The Weasel's here? For me? That's a surprise. So he's the reason I shouldn't stay?"

" No, he isn't the reason you shouldn't stay…" Then a blonde haired, Kelly green eyed girl with a little belly bulge opened the door. "She's the reason."

"Pourple? Pourple Zabini is the reason I shouldn't stay where I belong?"

"Tell me what happened between you two, and I'll tell you what I saw." He said.

Mark sighed, "I left her. Plain and simple. No explanation whatsoever."

"Well, I had always smiled on your relationship. You told her you loved her. Then you conned her after three years of dating to let go of the standard of morals she set, and convinced her to sleep with you. While, in turn, once you had done the deed, you left the hotel you had taken her to, with no note whatsoever, and went to Chinatown, and slept with your other 'girlfriend'. A prostitute." Mark tried to open his mouth, but it was sealed shut. "Let me finish, boy. Then you never called her again. Never again entered Radio City Music Hall until she gave up her role for reasons unknown. Everyone figured that you had broken up. When she woke up with you gone, she got trashed. Seriously trashed, because she thought you left her because it was her first time. She'd already figured that the rumors she had heard were true. That you were a man-slut, and she accidentally slept with Ron Weasley."

"That whore. That little whore! How could she go and sleep with one of my worst enemies."

"The question is, why did you leave her? And why did you sleep with prostitutes while you were dating her? She made an honest mistake, while you threw your relationship away for no apparent reason. But you did something to Bo before you left her that night."

Mark sighed. What else could go wrong, "What did I do?"

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Hermione Granger was almost at the point of insanity, she was so upset. As soon as Pourple had entered the hospital, she had gone to the bathroom. And why was Ron here? Was Bo the girl Ron had left her for almost a year ago? She doubted it. Bo would've never lowered her standards for anyone. And, just to make things worse, Ron wasn't getting testy or anything, he was just standing there like a good boyfriend should. Again she whimpered at just how stupid she had been for inviting Bo to come. Bo hated hospitals.

"Salut, ma Hermione." Came a masculine voice, who proceeded to plop himself down next to her.

"Hello, Blaise." She answered.

"Do you know what I find to be quite hysterical, ma cherie?" he asked, in the blend of French and English like they used in his native Qubec. He didn't wait for an answer, "That here we are, all waiting for Mark to come out. But instead of my sister, being the one he dated for three years, becoming over anxious, you are. And you and him aren't dating, but my sister and him were supposedly one of the best couples in history. And that she is here with your Ronald, who you coveted for a while and then had a nasty breakup with last year, who seemed to have his problems, but who was yours for a long while."

Mione snapped out of her trance, "Wait, Pourple and Mark dated for three years. Pourple Zabini and Mark Fields?"

"Yes-sir-re-bob. That's why Mark and I are such close friends. But we compete a lot, as well. But he is what you call, a man-whore."

"True. I forgot about his womanizing habits over the winter, when I didn't see him."

"Hermione, there is one thing you don't know about me that I think you would find very interesting."

She looked up, "And what would that be?"

He locked her eyes with his, "That I'm nothing like him. " and with that, he kissed her.

A/N: sorry, I've gotta go to a concert soon. Please get others to read this. Six more reviews until I update! And this time I'm serious.

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