Hermione was angry. Very, very angry. Blaise Zabini was a complete bastard. How dare he kiss her?

Hermione, Blaise, Draco, and Pansy were flat out being stared at now, Hermione in particular. She'd been kissed by Blaise and Draco, the women were not happy at all.

Pansy noticed the staring and suggested, "Let's go sit in the back and sort this out without people watching." They went to the back and Pansy conjured up some chairs for them to sit on.

"Hey, Pansy," Draco started, "I need the list of songs we're going to sing. I also need the rest of my and Granger's band to get her in an hour." Pansy went to send them an owl them and to get the list.

When she left, there was a lead silence in the room that Draco broke pleasantly. "So… I apparently take it that Granger hates you, Blaise, why is this?"

Despite Draco's calm, pleasant tone, Blaise wasn't fooled. Draco's eyes were as hard as steel, Blaise wondered whether he was in trouble.

Before Blaise could even reply, Hermione cut in. "He is a complete asshole and I turned him into a mouse because he's such a retard bastard."

Blaise raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, Granger, is that why you transfigured me?" She glared icily at him. Blaise couldn't help pushing her. "Let's be honest here, baby, we both know why you hexed me, why don't we let Draco in on our little secret. That's what I was, wasn't I?" His tone turned suddenly bitter. "I was your dirty little secret."

Hermione's face drained of all colour. Draco didn't like where this was going. Involuntarily, both Draco and Hermione's hands tightened on their wands. Blaise was too immersed in what he was saying to notice that he was probably about to be hexed into oblivion by two extremely powerful (and pissed off) wizards.

"Hey, Draco," Blaise said, turning to the blonde. "You know back in school, when we would all fantasize about the hot as hell but fucking innocent head girl? I was screwing her the whole fucking time. It was fun when we were in the head's dorm but it was even better when I took her between classes, behind suits of armour. I took her everywhere, all the time."

Draco was white now too and Hermione had her eyes shut and was resting her head on her hands. Blaise continued on tactlessly. "It was all physical at first. I was her first, you know, but then I started to fall in love, I thought she did too. One night, I told her how I felt, and she finished it off. It was never supposed to finish like that, if anything, I was the one who should have dumped her. She told Potter and he came to me and threatened to kill me if I told anyone. I took him seriously."

Blaise was about to say something else but he was cut off by two extremely powerful spells that were aimed at him. Hermione had sent her army of birds at him and they had started pinching and attacking. Draco, who was a little less nice, sent an army of bees after Blaise.

"Blaise," Hermione started coldly, but Draco cut her off. "Zabini, if you EVER talk to her like that or say what you just said again to anyone, I will fire you, not only that, but I will fucking hunt you down like a dog and make sure you get sent to Azkaban. Are we clear?"

Blaise nodded bitterly. Draco looked at Hermione to make sure she was OK but she had her head in her hands. He didn't know whether she was crying or not, but he was about to find out.

Pansy walked in with the list of songs that they were to sing and Hermione looked up. She was crying and her face was stained with tear tracks. Draco felt some uncontrollable rage course through him and he was about to really hurt Zabini when Hermione stood up, summoned the list of songs and apparated out of the room. Draco wondered how the hell he'd find her in time for the concert.

He was about to turn on Zabini and fucking kill him when he had a thought that wasn't really a thought. It was like Hermione was talking to him inside his head. Draco was shocked, he'd heard about this kind of magic before, but he'd never known anyone who'd been able to master it.

The witch or wizard who mastered it could transfer thoughts to someone else's head, so that they could have a conversation without ever seeing each other.

The voice inside his head sounded exactly like Hermione.

"I'm in Flourish and Blotts, calming down."

Draco answered, "Would you like me to come?"

In his head, he saw her nod. Forgetting Pansy and Blaise, Draco apparated out of the Leaky Cauldron and into Flourish and Blotts. He'd been thinking about her when he apparated, so he'd apparated right on top of her.

She'd been carrying a huge stack of books and walking when she found Draco falling on her. He got up, pulling her with him.

"Zabini is a rat, Granger don't worry about it. Oh, and by the way, you're so going to teach me how you talked in my head. That was fucking cool. What else can you do?"

Seized by a random urge to be flirtatious, Hermione answered back coyly, "Hell, Malfoy, that wasn't even the tip of what I can do. Maybe sometime I'll show you what else I can do."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Granger, that 'sometime' of yours is a hell of a lot sooner than you think."

Hermione smirked a Malfoy like smirk. "Whatever you say, Malfoy."

After she bought all the books she felt like reading (which were over a hundred) she turned to Malfoy and said, "Let's get to my house, we can practice all this there. I'll get the message to everyone to come, even Blaise." He saw her hand tighten on her wand when she said this.

When they were at her apartment, she closed her eyes for a moment and looked like she was doing yoga. Draco grinned, thinking of how cute it made her look, and how silly it would make him look.

She looked at him. "They're all coming in about an hour." He raised his eyebrow at her and thought an extremely lewd thought that involved her and him and a whole hell of a lot of whipped cream, apparently she'd been using Legilimency on him because she turned red and a whole hell of ice came down on him.

He laughed and melted it with his wand. "Granger, don't probe into my mind if you don't like what you saw there. It happens a whole hell of a lot when I'm with you."

Sensing her discomfort, he decided to be nice. "Do you have the songs?" She nodded mutely and closed her eyes and did the yoga thing again. In his mind's eye, he saw a list of songs that they had to sing. He felt relieved; he knew all of them, with the exception of one.

Hermione fixed that; suddenly he found that he knew the song that he hadn't known. As he mentally scrolled through the lyrics he felt himself applying them to Hermione. He knew she wasn't in his head, he couldn't feel her.

He knew exactly what he was going to do to make her completely his. One by one, the other musicians apparated into Hermione's living room.

First came Blaise, Draco's drummer, and then came Zacharias Smith, Draco's bassist, and finally Seamus Finnegan, Hermione's keyboardist.

All the men were quite tall, all over six foot. Hermione stood at a rather lonely five foot. She was planning on wearing heels so she wasn't so dwarfed by them.

They practiced for a few hours extremely successfully. Hermione studiously avoided Blaise Zabini, even though he tried to talk to her a couple of times. Blaise checked Hermione out a few times, casting guilty looks at Draco whenever he did.

Blaise needed to make things up to Hermione, the way he'd acted WAS unacceptable, he'd just been pretty hurt when she'd dumped him, and he still was.

Hermione was extremely annoyed to find Blaise in her head.

"Mione, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that."

Apart from shooting him a glare, Hermione did not act as though she'd heard him. He wasn't about to give up.

"I'm sorry! I'm not going to leave your head alone until you stop hating me. You don't have to like me, but you can't hate me. I'm going to keep apologising until you accept it."

Again Hermione glared at him, but this time she sent back a reply. Even though it wasn't a very nice one Blaise was still happy.

"Bugger off, Blaise."

Blaise decided to leave her alone for a little while.