AN:I know it's been awhile, but life-and the fact that i have barely any access to a computer get in the way! Anyhoo, i do think of the story, and will update asregularly as i can! Thankyou for reading it, please review it and tell me what you think!

Hermione did her best to ignore the Slytherin to her left, but he wasn't making it very easy.
"You enjoying being back at Hogwarts?" Blaise said, attempting to start a conversation for the tenth time since they had started their patrol an hour ago.
"Sure," Hermione replied sarcasticly. "I love being back here, where everywhere i look i am reminded of all of the innocent people who died during the battle, not to mention some of my closest friends."
He flinched at her icy comment, but Hermione refused to acknowledge him. She really wasn't in the mood for conversation; she had left the Head's quarters for no more than ten minutes while she ran an errand, yet when she had come back, Malfoy had been sat on the sofa, reading the book she had left on the table(A muggle book, called Little Women). Not only that, but he commented on the ending, which she had not read yet revealing the death of her favourite character! Hermione growled at the memory.
"Er, you okay, Granger?" Blaise asked somewhat nervously.
"Just dandy." She replied drily. To her suprise, the Slytherin boy laughed.
"Draco being a bad room-mate?"
"You have no idea! He leaves his clothes lying all about the place -not his own room, mind you, but the living room that we share! He spends hours 'getting ready' in the bathroom, and then emerges looking no different to when he went in there, but leaving me with only ten minutes to get ready, if i'm lucky! He thinks it's okay to go through my stuff, and just help himself to all of my things! I bought 5 new quills with me to Hogwarts, and he's gone and helped himself to 3 of them! I don't know where he gets off, thinking he's so great, but he's really getting under my skin, and we've barely been back 4 days!" Hermione fumed, suprised at just how muc the slimy git got under her skin. Blaise just laughed at her.
"You have to put him in his place, that's all. He's used to always getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. I think this...experience will do him so good" He smiled at her.
"Not if it kills me first."Hermione muttered darkly, but she couldn't keep up her scowl, and ended up smiling at Blaise instead, much to her immense surprise.
After that, the pair walked in a more companiable silence, until Blaise interuppted the series of spells that Hermione had been running through her mind-ones that she could use against her room-mate, if he really began to grate on her.
"Are we all done, then?" Blaise asked, as they walked the last few steps until they were infront of the Headteacher's office.
"I believe so." Hermione replied, chewing on her lip like she always did when she was thinking.
"What's wrong?" He asked, mistaking her gesture for one of worry. She shook her head.
"Nothing, I was just thinking-by reacting, surely i'm giving Malfoy exactly what he wants? So. maybe i should just stop re-acting?"
Blaise smiled a her. "Exactly. Draco will get bored, and move on."
"All i have to do is wait."

The day after he duty, Hermione had woken tofeel more refreshed. She had a new outlook, and she was not going to let Malfoy ruin her last year at HOgwarts. She was determined to enjoy herse;f - it would be her only year without having to worry about Voldemort, and his plans, and Harry and Ron's safety. It was with this thought that she skipped off chirply to breakfast before her first class, with Professor Binns.

"All throughout Wizarding History, we can see evidence of how our ancestors practiced arranged marriages. Particularly between Pure-blood families, whose children were often betrothed before their birth. These agreements were often made to strengthen the family by tieing it to another of high standard." Professor Binn's voice droned, as Hermione listened avidly. Of course, she already knew all of this, but it was still fascinating to hear about. In the Muggle world, she knew, arranged marriages were considered an abomination; yet here they were openly practiced.
She didn't think that the Wizarding World would ever cease to be an amazement for her, even after all she had seen. But then, all of the dark magic she had seen, all of the foul creatures, had all had a counter-balance, all had a good counter-part. Like Dementors; Hermione hated the creatures. She hated the way they bought sadness wherever they went. Yet the Patronus charm, the very charm that was used against the Dementors, was a thing of complete, pure beauty. Patronus's were honest; they showed the caster's soul, and that was what made them so magical.
"If you would all turn to page 38 in your books, you will find a sketch showing the very creature i am describing to you. Mermaids have long been a source of controversy amongst wizards, with some Wizards claiming that they are highly volatile, and others saying that they are simply misunderstood, and that if we were to take the time to understand them better, that we would see this, too."
Hermione's hand shot up. "Don't some accounts say that Mermaids are dangerous, but only when they are pushed? I read about mermaids, in Hogwarts: A History, and it said that Mermaids have always lived in the Black Lake, and have never once attacked or harmed any students to swim in the waters."
"Quite right, Miss Granger." Binns said, as several groans could be heard from the Slytherin corner. "Five points to Gryffindor."
Hermione smiled, but her smile vanished when she heard a smug, prissy voice sayin loudly. "Just brilliant. Bloody fantastic. You reward her, she's going to think she's done something right, and do it again."
Angrily, she spun sround in her seat to see Malfoy leaninhg back smugly, with a big grin on his face. Hermione felt her face flush, but as she looked closer, she noticed the uneasy-ness of the Slytherin's smiles, the careful distance between themselves and Malfoy, and the slightly anxious expression on his face. Gritting her teeth, she struggled not to retort.
"What, no comeback? No lecture on how rude i was?" Hermione noticed the confusion in his eyes. "Have i finally rendered the Great Hermione Granger speechless?" Smug victory lit his eyes up, and Hermione clenched her fists.
"Actually, Malfoy," She replied in a forcedly calm manner, "I was just noticing your distinct lack of brains. You're honestly insulting me, without anyone having your back?" Her voice was dripping with a deadly sweetness.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, confused briefly, before glancing around him at his fellow house-mates, none of whom seemed to be able to catch his eye. When he turned back to her, his exprerssion was blazing with hatred. She almost flinched.
"And then, as a result of that, all of the Clarymont family decided that they were going to move to Romania, so as to be as far away from the Blacks as they could."
Binn's voice sounded, and Hermione realized that he had not noticed any of the out-burst. Witha sigh, she tore her gaze away from Malfoy's burning one, and focused as best she could on the lesson.