Thanks for reviewing to those of did! A couple of you commented on me switching from saying "I" to saying "Hermione" once or twice. Yeah, that is my bad. I started out in first person, but then I subconsciously switched to third person I think because that is what I am used to writing in. And now a few things to say to some people…

Jessirose85- It took me a moment to figure out who the Silver Trio was haha! Yeah, that is what I was thinking, but I have never heard it be called the Silver Trio before! I like it! Although, it is kind of strange that you typed 'Mia' for Hermione, seeing as about 5 minutes before I checked this, I was working on a rough draft of a second chapter and had Blaise call Hermione Mia. Thanks for reviewing!

VeryBerry_Rebecca- Yeah, I kept forgetting to write in the English. I should really go change that…haha

PyroAngel8605- What I am basically trying to do is that Ron and Harry did only use her for her brains. And do you mean like have Hermione go out with one of them and then the other or a slasher fic? Because I am definitely not in to writing the slasher stuff haha! I feel like this is going to be more of a Blaise/Hermione fic.

Redbird27- Yes, Hermione is my favorite too! And I, or should I say Draco, has something planned for the remaining two thirds of the Golden Trio…hahaha I hope you like it!

Thank you to all of you who reviewed! I really do appreciate it!

And Merry Christmas!

I woke and knew that I was not in my nice, warm bed in my dormitory. The bed was smaller and stiffer, and it was cold. Like freezing cold. I opened my eyes and was blinded by white. I sat up and looked around. I was in the infirmary, and it looked like I was the only student here. Draco and Blaise were sleeping in the chairs surrounding my bed. I reached into my bag that was so kindly placed with in reaching distance and pulled out a scroll of blank parchment. I began ripping off pieces of the parchment, crumpling them into little balls, and pelting them at the two sleeping boys. This went on for about five minutes, and then I tossed one that hit Draco in the eye and he yelped in pain.

"Bloody Hell Granger!" he yelled. This woke Blaise up, who looked at Draco and then at the many little paper snowballs lying around them. Then he looked at me.

"You're awake!" he said, getting up and walking over to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Um…I'm fine. I guess?" This was getting really weird for me. I mean, who wouldn't feel weird if they woke up in a hospital bed with the boy who has hated them for virtually their entire school years at Hogwarts sleeping in a chair next to the bed, alongside his best friend and Head Boy? It isn't quite an everyday occurrence. "What…are you two doing here?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Blaise asked. "You're Head Girl…I'm Head Boy…why wouldn't I be here?"

"Well then what is he doing here?" I asked, pointing to Draco.

"Oh he is just the Head Boy's friend. You took a nasty spill there. Madam Pomfrey said that you were free to leave once you had woken up. And that you need to eat more. You know, I had been meaning to mention that to you. It really isn't healthy for you at all to only be eating lunch. I can't recall the last I saw you at breakfast or even dinner. You really should—"

"Blaise!" I yelled. Blaise and Draco both looked at me with startled expressions.

"I understand you are trying to help me, but I really would appreciate it if you would slow down."

"Really, Zabini, I mean, I am best mates with you and I can't even understand whatever you are saying half the bloody time. Not a very attractive trait," Draco threw in. Blaise tossed a parchment ball his way, managing to hit Draco in the eye.

"Boys!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, practically running over to Hermione's bed area. "Please try to conduct yourselves in a more mature manner! Mr. Malfoy, you are the captain of the Quiddich team! And you, Mr. Zabini of all people are the Head Boy of the entire school! I would like to think you two were better than this. I mean, really, throwing parchment? That is not only a waste of a good parchment, but you are in the company of a lady! Honestly, I do not know what they are teaching you youngsters these days! 10 points from Slytherin!" Madam Pomfrey scolded them before turning towards Hermione and smiling. "Hermione, dear, you may leave whenever you feel up to it." Draco was scowling as Madam Pomfrey walked off.

"What in the bloody Hell was that?" he asked. Hermione laughed at his obvious annoyance. "Really, I mean you started throwing the parchment, and yet you get off scotch free!"

"It's all part of the package, Malfoy," I responded, still laughing.

"Package? What package?"

"Let's see, to Hogwarts I am considered the smartest witch of my age. I'm Harry Potter's best friend who fought alongside him during the Final Battle. I'm a saint, or whatever," I said a bit ruefully. "I'm the perfect poster child for being a perfect, goody-two-shoes."

"And we can tell you seem thrilled at that prospect," Blaise retorted.

"Really, Granger, I think your ego needs flipped around. That is good! You are probably just as famous as most of the old families! Even more so than a few of them, probably. Especially the Death Eater families!"

"Wow," I said.

"What?"

"Did Draco Malfoy compliment me, Hermione Granger? I must've hit you with that parchment hard!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, come off it! I still think you are a know-it-all," he said stubbornly.

"You mean a know-more-than-you, right?" Blaise joked, earning an elbow in the ribs from Draco. I tossed my head back and laughed. In fact, when I laughed it actually almost sounded normal! Well, except for a small coughing fit in the middle, but that really was nothing important. When I opened my eyes, Draco and Blaise were both staring at me.

"What?" I asked them, squirming under their gaze.

"You know what Hermione? I can't remember the last time I heard you laugh. Actually, I do not believe I have had the pleasure of hearing you laugh! So, we are going to be friends now, just so that you will laugh more often. Because to be honest, you are much more pleasant when you laugh," Blaise declared.

After that, Blaise and I became very close friends. As a result of our friendship and the fact Draco and Blaise did most everything together, Draco and I also obtained a close relationship. I was not as close to them as I thought I had been to Harry and Ron, but I did like them well enough to call them my two best friends. My friendship with Blaise and Draco was pretty much the exact opposite of my friendship with Harry and Ron was. They were almost my equal in intelligence and neither of them needed to copy my homework or notes from class. Although Quiddich was definitely one of their main interests they were able to talk about something else for more than five minutes at a time. So that was nice. So far, only one particular thing about them annoys me beyond the point of normalcy. You see, almost every chance they get, they try to get me to let them teach me how to fly. Now, I am deathly afraid of flying. It was one of the very few things I never had been able to excel in, and that was perfectly fine with me. If I were meant to fly, I would have wings! Or an airplane. Whichever.

Okay so I am going to try to make my chapters longer. I am sort of having issues with not having very much time to write, let alone think about where I am taking this. I mean, obviously I know where it wants to go but I am having difficulty getting it off the ground if you know what I mean so please don't give up on the story just yet, even though this chapter really is nothing to shout about I admit. I promise this story will get better!

And I am going to start on the 3rd chapter on the day after Christmas, and I will put it up if I have 5 more reviews after I finish it. Which should be plenty of time because I have 3 siblings therefore the computer is split up between all of us, plus my parents? So this story should have 12 reviews within the next two weeks. I'm not asking you to write a report on your thoughts, you can just say if you like it or not! I am not too picky! Ha ha Happy Christmas!

Thank you for taking the time to read my story!

Sincerely,

Meredith Glass