authors note:

hell00. thank you again, to everyone who reviewed! it really means so much to me that you're enjoying this and actually finding it amusing. :) i hope this chapter is to youre liking don't worry, there will be more funnies in the next one. if youre in the mood for reading something else, please check out paradise lost (a longer, serious bz/hg story of mine) or i just put up the first chapter to a tom/hermione story called the wandering rocks. anyway, this chapter is dedicated to krazie-livin since i promise her i would update if she updated breaking stigmas (a really cute/funny bz/hg story that you should all check out). :)

onward!

Blaise was plotting. It was something he was really rather good at, sitting alone in his dorm room scheming wily tricks and plots. Over the past couple days, Blaise had realized that he was completely out of control. This was NOT the way an intelligent, collected, Machiavellian prince acts. Oh no, he had been showing too much…that breakdown in the common room? Unacceptable.

So Blaise sat on his bed figuring out a way to take it down a notch. He was Blaise Zabini, after all, notorious among the Slytherins for being aloof and impassive. So tomorrow night, he decided, Hermione would experience no anger, no yelling, just a deliciously cold Slytherin prince. Granger, being the outrageous freak that she was, would be overwhelmed by the lack of emotion. Expecting a fight, the feisty Gryffindor would break down as he refused to engage. Blaise smiled evilly as he drummed his long fingers maniacally against each other, this was going to be excellent.

Meanwhile, Hermione was also collecting her thoughts in the emptied Gryffindor common room. She had been too rash, she decided. Sure, detention probably was the end of her life. But she was NOT going to go down without a fight. Oh, Blaise Zabini was in for quite a surprise. Hermione chuckled to herself as she began to plan her actions for the next day.

All it would take was one little push and Zabini would come undone. He was so unused to the idea of anyone invading his personal space, or pushing him out of that ridiculous little world he had created for himself. Obviously he thought himself as some great mysterious leader. Hermione snorted, oh he was in for quite a surprise. Zabini would clearly expect her to come in crying, distraught at the thought of detention. But Hermione had gotten over that stage and was well into phase two: revenge. Hermione began to laugh coldly as she plotted, the sound slowly getting louder and louder as it echoed up the stairs to where two boys were sitting watching her.

Ron's face looked terrified and Harry's perplexed as they overheard Hermione cackling to herself.

Ron swallowed nervously, "I told you, there is something very, very scary about her. If any of us were to go crazy and start killing off the whole school, it's definitely her."

Harry didn't look to calm either as he nodded, "We should be afraid," he asserted, "Very, very afraid."

The next morning, Ron and Harry made their way down the breakfast. Unsurprisingly, Hermione was the first one there and was already sitting calmly, reading the Daily Prophet and enjoying a large bowl of oatmeal. Glancing at each other, they approached the previously distraught girl.

"Good morning Hermione," Harry said tentatively, "Er, how are you?" Ron reeled back and scrunched up his face in preparation for an explosive outburst.

Instead, Hermione just smiled hugely and replied, "Wonderful, thank you Harry! It is a beautiful morning," noticing Ron's expression Hermione frowned slightly, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ron, you might get stuck like that. It's rather unattractive," she said dismissively as she popped a spoonful of oatmeal in her mouth.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in terror. There was something deeply wrong here. No more crying? No more dismay of the detention looming ahead? No more evil cackling?

Hermione suddenly stood up and brushed herself off briskly, "I'll see you boys later, I'm off to the library!"

Before they could respond, Hermione flounced away suavely. Once her back was turned to Great Hall, however, her eyes squinted together and she began to chuckle with glee. She rubbed her palms together as she laughed. Oh, today would be interesting, indeed.

Several hours later, Blaise began to strut down to the library to report for detention. He smirked as he walked. He had spent quite some time composing himself and preparing for the destruction of Granger. However, when he finally stepped into the library at precisely seven o'clock pm, he was not prepared for the sight in front of him. Not only was Granger already there, but she was smiling serenely as she sorted the various books around her and slid them onto their appropriate shelves. Madam Pince was looking at her fondly and the two began to laugh at something Granger had said.

Blaise was stunned and made some sort of combination of a grunt and a gasp. Madam Pince and Granger both turned to stare at him in the doorway. Immediately, the librarian glared at him and chastised, "Mr. Zabini, you're late. 10 points from Slytherin," she shook her head and sighed, "Why can't you be more like Miss Granger?" Behind her, Hermione grinned evilly, "Hermione arrived almost an hour ago and has already finished most of her work. But don't worry, I found even more for you to do." She leered at him before shuffling away and disappearing into the stacks of books.

Blaise turned to Hermione in shock. "Evening, Zabini!" she chirped happily, "What took you so long?" Blaise remained still, unable to speak. At this point, he wasn't even about to freak out. In truth, Blaise kind of admired the Gryffindor. If it weren't for her blood, he had no doubts that the Sorting Hat might have considered her for Slytherin. She was clever, wily, and schemed against him in a way that even he, the master of plots, would not have thought of.

"Not bad, Granger," Blaise said begrudgingly, "Not bad at all," while he was slightly furious that once again the girl had managed to get the better of him, he had to admit that she was a lot more devious than he gave her credit for.

Hermione just smiled as she continued to put away books, "I don't know what you mean, Blaise," she replied sweetly and putting emphasis on his first name.

"Oh you know, Hermione, just your little trick to get me riled up,"

Hermione gave a low chuckle, "You know, Zabini, this is an interesting development. I had expected you to come in storming and create quite a scene."

Blaise frowned grumpily, "Yes well, I decided that was rather unbecoming."

"And because you secretly have admitted that I got the better of you once again," Hermione said as she idly flipped through the pages of one of the books she was holding.

"I would never admit to such a thing," Blaise said stiffly, "you're beneath me. You're a—"

"A what? A mudblood?" Hermione said scornfully as she snapped the book shut.

Blaise shook his head, "No. Just a Gryffindor, which is even worse."

Hermione sighed, "You're so incredibly pompous. Don't you realize that while all of Slytherin may think of you as their leader, the rest of the school highly dislikes your arrogance?" Glancing at Blaise's shocked face she continued, "You may think we don't notice it, but we do. It's not just unbecoming, it's laughable." Sliding the last book she announced perkily, "I'm done!" As she gathered her things and began to leave the library she turned back once and carefully looked over the stunned Slytherin, "Just something to think about."

Blaise stood silently in shock as the girl disappeared into the corridor. Outside, Hermione smirked and gave herself a pat on the back.

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