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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: And the panic hits. Thank you for reading and working with me as I continue these updates. I am getting much closer and starting to remember why I started this story in the first place. This is rather fun. I hope you like my writing style enough to endure the reading and be able to enjoy the story.

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No. No. God please no. She doesn't fancy them. No. She is not attracted to their physical attributes and personalities in the slightest. Hermione has been telling herself this all night as she tossed and turned in her bed. It was almost as if they were haunting her at this point for they keep appearing every stinking time she closes her eyes. Their stance, their smirks, their eyes…. She shuddered as she continued to chant that she doesn't fancy them. But if she wasn't doing this whole 'falling in love' bit – which she isn't – then she it has to be something else. She had come to a different conclusion but it did not make her feel any better.

She is just physically attracted to them. Just physically. And that is known as Lust. Just pure lust.

She shuddered again, for this thought made her feel… well it just downright made her feel dirty. But even she had to admit it is hard to completely ignore them. She was just a normal female and could not help it. They were gorgeous. She isn't blind. And she could not fool herself that hanging around with boys all day would make her immune. No. Blaise and Draco – which she will ONLY refer to them in such a way in her mind when she is by herself – are near perfection. Too bad their personalities completely mess the entire package up. But then again, there are some girls who find their arrogance attractive.

Just not her. Of course not. Hermione knew better plus she had to deal with every day and appeared to be a target for it.

Every. Single. Day.

She paused for a moment as a thought crossed her mind. Doesn't it seem odd that they have to taunt her every day? Sometimes it almost seems as if they were going out of their way to find her-

That is a ridiculous thought! Now she was desperately grasping for any sign that they may find her attractive as well… hoping that they find her attractive and that maybe she had a shot…

She gave a frustrated groan as she tossed off her sheets, giving in to the fact that there will be no more rest this night. This is insanity. She usually isn't like this. Hermione cannot even give a good reason of why she is thinking about those- about those-those… twats! She almost wanted to beg that this was just a phase and that she would get over it eventually. Soon. Yes, she will get over this phase soon and she can just move on with her life and focus on a man that is deserving of her attention. Until then, she must try to not think of them.

She sighed once she confirmed the time. She would have been waking up in two hours which means everyone else is waking up in three (or more depending upon who you are referring to). She considered different things to do this morning at this time, and concluded that she might as well get dressed in her uniform. That way she didn't have to change twice in one morning – because there was no way she would walk around Hogwarts in only her pajamas.

Knowing this was her best choice but not wanting to be awake right now, and certainly not for the reason she was up, she slowly got herself ready and accepted that this would be her fate for the day. Affirming her resolve to not think about two certain Slytherins, she checked her appearance in the mirror and grabbed her bag. She was ready for the day. Hermione thanked the heavens for whoever thought of 'the other door' as she went to go use it.

The 'other door' is the door that leads from the meeting room to her room. But it wasn't a normal door – it cannot be seen unless the 'looker' knows where it is. The Head Boy has one of these doors as well that leads to his room, but she never watched him enter or leave so she doesn't know where in the meeting room it is located. Besides, it isn't like she wanted to get into the Head Boy's room anyway. She only uses this door to get into the meeting room early to prepare for the discussions and any complaints the prefects may have. Then she leaves the same way everyone else does.

And this morning it seems the best course of action would be to go into the meeting room. Seeing as the whole castle is sleeping, there wasn't really anywhere else she could go or she would risk bothering or waking someone. She has a few things she wanted to read but recently she has been… "easily distracted" in her room – where thoughts of the dreaded duo plagued her the most – and if she wanted to go into the common room, there was a high chance that she would soon be interrupted. To clear her mind, she really wanted to be able to focus on something else.

And the meeting room seemed perfect to be alone for some reading.

Hermione grabbed a quill, one piece of parchment, and two books and placed them in her bag. She wasn't one to use this bag often – though she wasn't quite sure as to why – but she wanted to be able to pack up and have a quick escape if needed. She didn't want to be questioned by her professors about what she was doing there so early in the morning.

Finally reassured that she had all she needed, she opened the door and peered in. A little dark hallway greeted her as she entered and closed the door behind her. "Lumos." Candlesticks lit her way. She smiled at the fact that these candles have never melted and she stashed the thought of researching for the spell as she walked towards her destination. She turned the knob slowly and checked the room to make sure she was alone. The room appeared to be empty so she entered and placed her bag on the table. She took a deep breath as she closed the door behind her, enjoying the comfort that this room offered. She lit enough candles to giver herself read but kept the rest of the room dark so no one would come inquiring as to why she was here.

She got out one of the books she had grabbed and finally sat down. Smiling as she placed it in front of her, she got a little excited to read the story that was about to unfold in front of her. Feeling as if she'd finally get over her predicament, she didn't notice the slightly moment from a dark area in the room nor was she ready for the chuckle that came from the darkness.

She gasped and slammed her book shut out of surprise. "Who's there," Hermione asked aloud, hoping she was just hearing things. As a response, the figure brightened the rest of the lights. She wanted to panic as the first thing she noticed was his sly grin.

"Zabini?"

Unlike Hermione, Zabini had chosen to stay in his pajamas. A comfortable shirt that showed off his body yet covered him at the same time, while staying cool with short sleeves. His sweat pants were a rich green, loose, and baggy: the ultimate comfortable yet sexy look Hermione had ever seen. She gulped as her eyes darted across his appearance, knowing she was in trouble now.

"You okay Granger," he asked as he looked her over, noticing the uniform. "Do you sleep in that thing too?"

Her mouth felt as if she was gaping but she quickly snapped to the situation and his question. "No," she answered quickly. "I-I-"

"Just felt like randomly coming here?"

"I couldn't sleep," she confessed.

Zabini paused and gave another smirk as if he knew something. "And why couldn't you sleep?"

"None of your business," she snapped. It was a defense reaction at this point. She was beginning to worry because he was getting closer to her and she didn't notice that she had been backing up until she felt the wall behind her. There was a hitch in her breath as she started to feel trapped. Her eyes may have widened a little bit, but all of her focus was apparently still on him.

"You seem to be… stressed." He stopped moving as he studied her reaction. He resisted to reach out and address the hair strand that had landed on her cheek.

"I'm not stressed," she lied. "You just gave me a freight." She wanted to celebrate the fact that she sounded so calm and controlled the exact opposite of how she was feeling. "What do you expect Zabini? It's early morning – even I'm usually not awake this early – and it was dark. I thought no one else was here. I didn't even hear your door-"

"Because I was here before you," he politely interrupted.

This made her pause. "What," she finally managed but could not help but sound surprised, as sense of dread came over her. Oh no. Oh please God no.

"I saw you come in Granger. I was here first. Which means-"

"You know where my door is," she finished for him, her voice a whisper.

He nodded his head as he crossed his arms and leaned against the table – a very similar pose to the one in the potions classroom. "Doesn't that worry you?"

Yes.

"No, why should it?"

"Well," Zabini started with a malicious smirk, "I can now sneak into your room whenever I want."

Oh God, no. She did not need to feel paranoid about this as well. Wait – no he wouldn't. There was no way he would. "Why would you do that?"

He raised an eyebrow in response.

And that was enough to send Hermione's heart beating very quickly. No, that would mean – and her current feelings – and maybe he really WAS – "No… no… you wouldn't-" but her eyes showed her panic as she kept glancing at her door. Suddenly Blaise was in front of her, his arms on both sides of her head, his hands and elbows against the wall. He was close to her. Really close. She could feel his delicious breath upon her face-

God DAMNIT Hermione this was not the time!

"Hmmm," Blaise – no no no, Zabini! - mused.

"Wh-what," Hermione asked, trying to keep a calm appearance as she tried to figure a way to escape.

"I am beginning to think you may like this," he replied, his eyes practically caressing her as that God-forsaken smirk still on his face.

"And what if I don't," she asked, spotting her opportunity.

"Of course you do-" he started to answer, but was cut off when she suddenly dashed out of his arms and ran towards her door. She somehow managed to grab her bag before she flung the door open and ran into the hallway. She was going to keep going but realized that if he really wanted to, he could just chase after her and she would be in a worse predicament. She spun around and shut the door with her wand and casting the only locking spell that came to mind. She could hear Zabini laughing and her ragged breath as she slowly walked away from him, her back facing her own room.

"Don't fight it," he called out. She completely turned around and ran into her room, shutting the door immediately and rested against it. She dropped the bag as she lifted her hands to see how she was doing. Terrible according to how much she was shaking. She grasped her hands together as she slowly slid down the door and ended up sitting on the ground. Feeling the sturdy wood behind her helped her a little bit, but just the thought that maybe – just maybe – he did actually want to come into her room was sending a rush of different emotions. But right now, it just made her nervous.

She couldn't help but laugh a little. Nervous, not scared, but nervous. No, she did not want him in her room. The idea that maybe one day he would-

But he wouldn't. He may be an arse, but he wouldn't just invade her room completely. But it still made her shiver. The main problem was what type of shiver was it giving her?

Draco and Blaise were sitting together in the Great Hall eating breakfast when Hermione finally managed to come down. She never realized that they watched her, but then again no one realized. They were good at hiding it. But this was a morning different than any other morning which caused Draco to nudge Blaise and actually subtly motion to the Head Girl. "Looks like she is about to pass out in her food," he whispered as his eyebrow rose.

Blaise chuckled as he looked over to where Hermione was sitting. She was beside her energized friend, the Weasley girl, looking just about as lifeless as death.

"Wonder why she is so tired," Draco remarked. This made Blaise's sly grin appear as he put some jam on his toast and Draco noticed. The two Slytherins shared a look and their smirks were now identical.

"She mentioned not being able to sleep last night," Blaise casually whispered, causing Draco to chuckle.

Hermione was out of it. That much was obvious. She was stirring her cold chocolate (which an hour ago would have been referred to as hot chocolate) when she sensed a change of attention onto her. She snapped her head up and looked over at the Slytherin table knowing what was probably going to greet her. And she wasn't disappointed. Those two troublemakers were smirking yet again – really, they need to learn another expression – and talking to each other. The others around them were taking this as a sign to not interrupt and continued as if it were a normal thing. And this irritated her! Even moments like this was causing her issues. They were the source of her problems and she was getting tired to being affected! She was glaring in their direction when Zabini made eye contact. Instead of backing down, she gave him a look as if questioning him and telling him to knock it off, whatever they were doing. He just gave her an innocent shrug as if to state that they were doing nothing wrong.

As if she would believe that. The thought made her scowl. She was caught up in her thoughts when Harry's voice came through.

"What's wrong Hermione," he asked, bringing her back from her plans on different ways to hex those foul and scheming-

"Ah 'ermione," Ron interjected. He worked on swallowing whatever he was eating so that he wouldn't hear another mention of 'don't talk with your mouth full' before continuing. "Your face is beginning to resemble Crookshankes," he managed, then managed to get another huge bite of breakfast. "Trust me," little spickets flew from his mouth to the point that even he noticed so he paused to swallow again, "that's not a good thing."

Hermione's glare was redirected towards Ron. "Sorry I'm not appealing to your eyes, but-"

Harry put his hand on her should while giving Ron a look to tell him to stop before he makes things worse. "All he meant was that you look like you are upset about something-"

"Well put," Ron responded as the thought about it.

"-And we were wondering if there was anything we could do to help," Harry finished, regaining Hermione's attention. This made her smile, even if just slightly. She could always depend on Harry to try to figure out what she was upset about. He was always able to get some sort of clue or hint about her moods or what is going on while Ron, well, is Ron. But he was doing his best to show that he cares too. But this issue was something she was going to have to figure out and handle by herself.

This time she gave a full smile as she responded. "Thank you Harry, I just-" then she noticed Malfoy and Zabini were closer together and deep in conversation. That shouldn't have bothered her but they kept glancing at her-

Those bloody buggers are talking about her!

"That's it," she muttered completely forgetting for a moment that she was talking to Harry. She put her hands on the table to push herself up quickly earning Ron's sound of surprise and Harry's look of confusion. That's right, she was talking to them. "Sorry," she managed. "I just have to go figure out something," she stated as she took a few calming breaths.

She tried to keep her composure as she walked toward the Slytherin table, ignoring the calls and rude remarks being made by Malfoy's and Zabini's housemates. She stood behind them, waiting for them to notice her. "You know, eavesdropping is considered rude," Malfoy calmly stated while looking at Zabini.

"I need to talk to you two," Hermione replied.

"Us," Zabini asked, being the first one to actually look at her. He was trying to act some sort of innocent again and it just made her want to yell at him or hit him even. But she resisted the urge somehow.

"Yes," she replied through gritted teeth.

"What for," Draco asked, sounding bored.

"Reasons. I don't want to talk about it here. Just come follow me." She turned on her heal and left the Great Hall, not letting them respond. She waited for about five minutes, her arms crossed and her tapping in impatience, before the doors finally opened and the two 'boys' walked towards her. "About time," she muttered as she looked up at them. "You took long enough." She just wanted to get to the bottom of what they were planning. Or at least make sure that she was not involved in whatever they wanted to do. This was just too much right now.

"We just finished our drinks," Zabini offered as a reply.

"What was so important that you had to drag us away from our breakfast? Usually I don't dirty myself so early in the day, but you made it seem so important," Draco drawled. "Besides Pansy was-"

Hermione held her hand up to cut him off. She did not want to know what Pansy was doing that he was enjoying so greatly that he wanted to get back to. "I want to know what you are up to," she interjected.

"What do you mean Cara," Zabini asked as Malfoy leaned on a nearby wall.

The Italian word make Hermione pause for a moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself down. No, this was not going to affect her. She would not let him do this for she was the one in control of this conversation. "I meant what I said," she started, and opened her eyes to face them once more. "You are doing – or planning – something and I want to know what it is."

"Granger, you always seem to be angry," one of them replied. But for some odd reason, she wasn't sure who. All she noticed was that she felt heat rising to her face. How did they know exactly what to say and when to irritate her?

"Ugh!" She wanted to stomp and knock some sense into both of them! "Whatever you two are up to, I have had enough. Enough, got it?" She opened her mouth to add more, but ended up throwing up her hands in frustration. They just- and she could not- and it just made her turn around to walk away. She was fuming and it was obvious, to their pure delight.

"You summoned us out here and you're going to be the one stomping away," Malfoy asked, the laughter obvious in his voice. Hermione didn't reply not wanting him to have the satisfaction of getting another reaction from her.

It was a failed attempt, but at least they knew that she caught on to what they were doing. Kind of. Sort of. Not in the least – but she just-

She needed a break.

"Now I know something has happened that you have neglected to tell me," Draco stated as soon as Hermione was out of hearing.

"I didn't tell you about our 'meeting' this morning? Shame on me," Blaise responded, laughing at the spot that Hermione just was. Oh, this was fantastic.

"You were about to, but the subject herself was standing behind us."

"Ah yes. I must explain… I think we have it easier than we originally believed."

Draco's smile grew as he finally looked over at the Italian. "Oh, you have to tell me now."

Blaise returned the grin and looked Draco directly in the eyes. "I think she's already attracted to us." He saw the recognition and understanding shine in the blond boy's eyes and it shared the same excitement that he was experiencing. "Which means that what we have been wanting to do has gotten that much easier." He looked back at the direction that Hermione had disappeared to. "It makes her perfectly in our reach.

Draco nodded, happy with the information as he started to head back to the Great Hall but froze at Blaise's next statement.

"And I know where her door is."

Draco chuckled as he turned to face his friend again. "Oh this does make things interesting."
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