A/N: Hey everyone! Quick interruption. After a few reviews from a couple different people - along with some ideas for what to do next - I've decided to change things up a bit. Instead of doing a chapter a day (which I know a lot of you were probably really into and I'm sorry), I'm just going to do one every Monday instead, and have the chapters be longer. There were a couple reasons for this, one was that, I realized, with help, that what I was doing previously was actually hurting the story. And two, was that school is starting back up next week and I'm trying to make sure I can still keep doing this as much as possible. Also doing a chapter a day has been difficult and I'm falling behind updating my other stories. Anyway, I really hope you all understand! But I've talked too much, ON WITH THE STORY!

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Hermione stepped off of the spiral staircase from the Headmistress's office, taking a step into the corridor and then stopping to look back at the entrance with a frown on her face.

She had no problem with McGonagall telling them to come up with something to boost the school's moral, she loved the idea in fact. But she was concerned about the look on Blaise's face that he didn't want either of them to see. He had been putting up his "nice guy-good leader" act before he'd let his face go from displeasure to blank.

He probably just didn't want to do something nice for people since it conflicted with his demon personality.

Typical.

The staircase groaned as it stirred into motion, releasing Blaise, who still sported a blank expression.

"McGonagall finally call you out on all of your rubbish and tell you to stay behind?" Hermione asked hopefully.

He scowled at her. "I'd never do something daft enough to get caught. At least give me credit for that much, yeah?"

"Unfortunately." She muttered as they made their way to the main staircase that led to their common rooms. Blaise smirked and looked over at her.

"Ah, so you admit that you think I'm clever, then?" He questioned.

Hermione gave him a scathing look. "I admit that you're a conniving snake. That's about all."

He grinned. "You're too kind!"

Hermione scoffed and sped up, intending to just head to bed and not deal with him for the rest of the night. When she reached the door at the end of the corridor that led to the staircases, he grabbed her arm and turned her back to the door.

She glared at him as he eyed her predatorily. "Think you act this way because you just may have it on for me, Granger?"

"Please, not this again." She told him, rolling her eyes. "I'm not like the other girls here who are so thick they can't see in front of their noses."

He smirked. "Maybe it isn't what's in front of their noses, maybe it's something I just show to them."

"Oh yes, and what would that be?" Hermione asked, half amused.

Blaise leaned in and spoke lightly next to her ear, his voice seductive. "Whatever they want me to be. Whatever they need."

His warm breath sent a shiver up her spine, and she felt his hand move from her arm, to the small of her back. "What do you need from me, Granger?" He voice was soft, his lips brushed just below her ear.

Hermione pushed him away from her. "I need you to stay away from me!" She growled. She opened the door and left him with a smile still on his face, running up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Her heart and her breath were speeding even once she'd made it inside.

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