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Never Judge a Book By It\'s Cover	By : Mehuh Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Blaise Views: 12042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you to those who have read. And to address Aranel's Review:
Yes, Harry and Ron are alive. They will arrive in due time. They will not be extreme; just what I believe will be normal. You are right, they do trust her, and Ron had a jealous issue back then. I don't think that would pertain to now, seeing as I never believed they belonged together anyway. *laughs*

As for the war, I haven't decided what to make of it. For now, it is non-exsistant or something that is not an issue. I believe I just want to make them regular teenagers for now.

And thank you for your compliment!

A/N: The rewrite continues! Thank you for your patience. Updated 04/01/16.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.

She was starting to wonder if this was the proper way to do this as she quietly hid behind pillars and anything that would block her from view. Constantly listening for other students and hoping no one catches her, Hermione wondered why she as she continued to follow Zabini. He had a head start but she was able to catch up quickly. With a purpose in mind, she was determined to get what she needed.

Following him was not bad. He walked smoothly – almost in a way that deemed it near impossible to describe for a guy. It wasn't just his posture but a sense of confidence that seemed to come from him. But unlike Malfoy, he did not scream cocky. Self-assured maybe, but not cocky. But what Hermione normally noticed the most about him was his eyes. With his olive skin and dark chocolate hair, his sky blue eyes almost seemed to pierce though and beg for attention. His physical appearance was mostly because of the Italian heritage on his mother's side, but his eyes belonged to his English father; something all the girls will happily thank his father for. That was how he seduced most of the girls in Hogwarts. Just one glance and –

Hermione froze mid-step, her mind realizing what just happened. While she thought about his appearance she had actually been checking out Zabini. She lightly touched the back of her hand to her cheeked to see if it felt warm or flushed. She could not – no, she WOULD NOT – check out Zabini. Never on purpose. She had to be sick. She had to. Otherwise there was no other explanation for this crazy behavior. She needed to reverse this soon before the effects were permanent. At this rate she may even start liking Blaise-

Oh God no. And it's Zabini! She could not help the shudder that ran through her. Ew.

She was trying to convince herself that she was okay when she noticed that Zabini had already entered the Potions classroom. As quietly as she could, she went near the door and peered into the crack to listen to the conversation. "Mister Zabini, pleasure to see you but may I ask what you're doing here outside of class," Snape droned as soon as he spotted the Head Boy.

Hermione tried to get a little closer without alerting them to her presence. She couldn't quite tell exactly everything that was going on, but it would work for now. She almost held her breath out of fear from not wanting to be heard.

Zabini gave a slight bow as he greeted his the professor. "Good day House Master." Snape turned his head as one of his eyebrows rose in curiosity. Oh no, he was getting a little suspicious. "I came as a request of someone to find out about the potion that had caused the… mess this afternoon." Zabini had paused as he tried to find the proper word to call the disaster that had to have reached Snape by now.

Snape nodded, showing he understood. "May I ask who lacks the bravery to ask for this information themselves," he asked as his cloak bellowed around him as he sat down.

Zabini smirked – thought Hermione couldn't see it – as he stayed silent.

"I see," Snape replied. "In that case, first let me inform you that it was not the potion that caused the disaster. That first year was delivering a potion to one of the other professors for me. Seems to be problems with a tough patch in the forest and I thought that I would lend that so-called mistake to help fix it." He was grading but stopped when he noticed Zabini was standing there waiting for him to continue the story. "Turns out that a third year Hufflepuff was reading the wrong direction in their book and made a different potion than required. But I must say, for a Hufflepuff he didn't do it badly for once. Not wanting to waste a rare moment of a correctly brewed potion, I sent it to Hagrid. Unfortunately the 'mess' was caused by Miss Granger foolishly making it hard for herself to maneuver. Having a nose buried deep in a book can make one… make a misstep. There lies the true cause of the disaster."

Zabini chuckled at this and Snape gave a smirk of approval. Hermione resisted saying anything – or so she had thought – when Snape's eyes snapped to her direction. She covered her mouth realizing that she had indeed made a noise. She had truly messed up and now-

"Come in Miss Granger," Snape beckoned while sounding bored.

Hermione nervously stepped into the now fully opened doorway. Now what she going to do? This was a very awkward situation. What in the world am I going to tell Professor Snape? "S-sorry Professor," she started, nearly wincing hearing the stutter in her own words, "but I had heard that Zabini had come down here and-" she paused feeling another pair of eyes on her and knowing that it was Zabini himself that was giving her attention. She glanced over to see what he was doing to find him in a very casual pose with his arms crossed and leaning against Snape's desk. Merlin he should not look that good at a moment like this. She swallowed as she tried to come up with an excuse. "A-and I wanted to remind him that we have a meeting later."

As soon as it left her mouth she regretted it. She should have stuck to some sort of story to see if Zabini had found out what the potion was so she could start repairing the books – the same story she gave to Zabini himself. That would have made more sense and even though it may have indeed made her look a little like a coward, it was better than this very uncomfortable situation. She didn't realize it, but she had lightly bit her lip – an action that Zabini had caught.

He just gave a nod as he smirked, as if accepting that as real while knowing the full truth that she was full of it.

"Message received. You may go now," Snape replied, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.

Hermione nodded and quickly turned to leave the suffocating room.

"By the way Miss Granger, the potion is on page three hundred forty-seven," Snape added as he returned to grading scrolls. She blushed knowing that he had completely figured out her lie and realized instantly that she was the one seeking the information. She scurried out with Zabini chuckling.

"Well, thank you Professor," he said as he watched Hermione's retreated back leave the doorway. Snape just glanced up for a moment then waved his hand again to dismiss him then returned to grading.

Embarrassment. That was all that Hermione was feeling at this moment. Not only had she been caught eavesdropping, but she had been caught using Zabini as a messenger to get an answer that she had not tried to retrieve herself making her look cowardly and nothing like what Gryffindors were known for. But that was not the biggest problem that she was facing right now. Even though it should be the biggest thing on her mind right now all she could focus on was the fact that she knew exactly which potion had spilt that afternoon and caused the disaster – and there was no way that it was responsible for her thoughts. She had read all of her schoolbooks at least three times and she remembered the potion that was on page three hundred and forty-seven of the third year book. There was not even a chance that the blasted thing touched her. If it had, the floor would not have been the only thing with a hole in it. Seeing as she had no obvious marks or holes or proof of any sort of contact in her uniform or on her skin, she knew that it did not touch her. Just the books and the floor.

Panic and worry started to come into her mind. Why in the world was she having these thoughts? Yes, she knew Zabini and Malfoy were quite handsome – almost every girl and woman in this school would agree – but she had never noticed before. At least not in the way she had been noticing recently.

Had she?

No! No, no, no. Oh goodness, these thoughts are starting to corrupt and confuse her already! She started to tell herself to not panic when another voice cut through her thoughts.

"Don't panic? What for Granger?"

Hermione squeaked lightly in surprise and instinctively covered her eyes. Oh no. Not now. Of all moments why did he have to show up now? She didn't mean to say it out loud and of course he had to be there to hear it. When will this blasted day end?

Malfoy just looked at her with amused confusion, enjoying the sight in front of him. "Does my-"

"Malfoy," Hermione interrupted when she definitely knew it was him and not just a figure of her imagination. She could recognize his voice from anywhere and the goose bumps on her skin confirmed that it wasn't something she was making up. She slowly moved her hands down and turned to face him. "What are you doing?"

"I should be asking you that," he replied as he leaned his shoulder against the wall.

"What do you mean," she asked tired of playing games right now. Malfoy motioned to something behind her and she surrendered to look at what he was directing her to. She stood straighter in shock and her eyes slightly grew once she realized where she was. Of all the darn places right now, she had to be in front of-

"The Slytherin Common Room Granger. We tend to be here often. Now the question is if you are here to see someone," Malfoy stated as a he covered a laugh with his smirk. "You scared of going near our common room? Is that why you are telling yourself to not panic?" He was clearly making fun of her and enjoying this predicament. She has to make up yet another excuse for her actions today. Does this make it three or four? Almost, if not already, a new record for her if her memory serves her correctly.

"I thought I heard noises over here. Slytherins are known for constantly snogging in the hallways. I just wanted to catch someone-"

"Ah, you like watching-"

"To give them DETENTION," Hermione snapped.

Malfoy's smirk grew, to Hermione's irritation. "I do believe I have found Miss Goodie-two-shoe's secret."

"You have not!"

Malfoy immediately straightened as if he was interested in a very new discovery. "Oh, but you do have one. Interesting."

Hermione blushed, realizing that her statement did make it appear as if she had a secret she was hiding and that she had essentially put herself in a corner. Not wanting to somehow let Malfoy know what she has been trying to 'fix' about her thoughts, she decided the best thing to do right now was retreat. She just let this argument go and focused on getting out of there and away from this dreaded area. She managed to walk away without Malfoy pushing her any further or fight and that surprised her a bit.

"I'll find out what it is Granger," he calmly stated as she found her way out.

The hell you will, she thought. I will make sure that no one ever knows of these thoughts and attractions. And I will make sure that they will go away.

He watched her a moment longer to see her reaction then muttered something as he entered the Slytherin Common Room. She missed the look he had and it was for the better. It would have worried her.

But she was too caught up in her thoughts and wondering what it was about today and why Slytherins – two in particular – were all about pushing the wrong buttons with her today. Hermione covered her mouth, nearly praying that Malfoy and Zabini wouldn't find out about what she has been struggling with. If they ever knew how she found them attractive and how it kept distracting her, she would never hear the end of it.

How could this be? How could she be so attracted to two that were almost her arch enemies? Why was her mind sometimes trying to find excuses for them because of their looks? Yes, she had to admit it. Sometimes she wanted to excuse some of their behavior towards her and she just wanted to give in-

That is why she blushed when Zabini got a little close to her when she was in the hallway looking for a potion sample. Why she was caught so off guard now with her little tiff with Draco- NO! Malfoy- a moment ago. She just –

There was no way she had grown, what was that word that keeps get thrown about when girls talk, 'crushes' on the two most arrogant, stuck-up, pig-headed people in the school? They aren't even nice to her in the slightest of ways.

How in the world can she have a growing attraction to Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy?
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