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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. I do not make any money writing this.

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  A/N: This is the last of the “rewrite” chapters. Everything after this will be fresh new chapters! Which means… it will take longer to update. So I apologize ahead of time. But it will be all new content. So hopefully it will be worth it. Thank you for your patience! And for those who actually read this… I am amazed. *laughs*

I will admit that I used a common ‘troupe’ for this ‘coupling’. But I love it, so it stays. ;D

Again, I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, he would have ended up with Hermione instead of Ginny. 100%.

Worry ate at her stomach as she thinks back on what just happened. Hermione was unsure of how she feels about the situation. She did what she aimed to do: she talked to Malfoy and Zabini. It may not have had an effect on the situation at all but there was a chance it could have made things worse for herself – and she was afraid it was the latter. She lightly bit her lip trying to figure out the next course of action.

                But that wasn’t what was eating at her the most right it. It was her reaction to the two Slytherins. It wasn’t just dread filling her stomach. The fact that she was kind of… excited and feeling a little flushed that bothers her the most. Part of the reason she left in such a huff so quickly was because of how she was feeling around them. She was angry – that was obvious. They infuriated her and she just did not want to put up or have any of their trouble going on. She did not want to be involved which was the whole point she pulled them to speak to them. But what she didn’t prepare was the fact that they knew her every button and word and phrasing to get to her and have her react just the way they wanted.

                What she hoped they didn’t notice was the other affect they were having. Because she half wanted to punch them but a huge part of her wanted to kiss them.

                KISS THEM.

                Something was clearly wrong with her and she just couldn’t get past it. Why couldn’t she just be over it and be done with this confusing lust and emotions that are bouncing around. And because of this whole thing, she needed to think of an excuse to tell Harry.

                Great she had to lie to her best friends.

                She started to consider what she wanted to say. Ron would probably believe almost anything so she wasn’t worried about he would react. Her issue was Harry. He actually pays attention and is able to read her and put things together. It was part of why she really loved Harry, but for moments like this it made things difficult. Hermione knew that he would ask about why she went over to the Slytherin table to talk to Malfoy and Zabini. Ron would too out of hatred of that house but Harry would actually inquire to find out a real reason. She could brush Ron off with something but not Harry.

                She took a deep breath and tried to think of something logical. (Ha, logical in regards to Malfoy and Zabini? That seemed almost impossible now. Freaking bloody fantastic.) What about those two and her that would make sense-

                Well, she could fall back on the whole ‘Head Girl’ thing and claim that she needed to talk business with Zabini and Malfoy tagged along-

                No. There were too many flaws with that. First off if it was official Head Business, she would have forced Malfoy to stay behind somehow like she normally does with Harry and Ron. There goes that excuse. So she had to keep thinking. Can’t even pretend it was because of Prefect things because then Ron would have had to know something as well… so no there. Even if she were to say that it was just a Slytherin issue, other houses would still be notified.

                She ran a few different reasons and possible situations, trying to see if Harry would believe/accept them, and many of them she had to cross out. Hermione could not even talk homework really because there was no reason that Malfoy would follow about that. It was hard enough to get that reason to work with Zabini. And why would she want their help anyway? So what if… wait. Homework. And for homework she needed books and she does a lot of research… but the project she WAS working on is no longer in progress because of the accident – that’s it! She could tell Harry that she needed to speak to them about the books that was ruined!

                Hermione could not help but smile a little bit. It almost seemed like it was overacting, but it made sense for her. She would be furious about the situation and about how priceless information was ruined but she wouldn’t ruin her image as a Head Girl and set a poor example, so pulling them aside to yell at them so she wasn’t a poor example for others actually works!

                That sounded a lot better. Enough to make her smile and feel a little better. There was that slight guilt that she would be lying to her friends, but to have a lie that wasn’t completely off was better than what she was currently going through. And best of all, Harry would believe it and not worry about her so much. She felt a lot lighter as she walked into the Gryffindor Common Room to get ready for classes. She couldn’t go back into the Great Hall but it was okay because she wasn’t hungry anymore anyway. She double checked she was ready and knew that Harry and Ron would be coming up soon to get their items as well. After being so tired and stressed earlier, to have this wonderful burden feel as if it was lifted off her shoulders – though probably just temporary – made her feel so much more awake and able to handle the rest of her day.

                Hermione had more time than she realized so she triple checked her items. She was taking all advance classes so it meant that all of the professors were stricter about turning in homework and students actually having their supplies. History of Magic essay (which is still too long but hopefully her professor will let that slide), Herbology notes (which Neville has been wonderful to work with. He actually gave additional information that not even Sprout has covered! It won’t be on any of the tests, but the information would prove to be useful one day), Care of Magical Creatures book (which she was actually looking forward to this year), and-wait.

                She shuffled through again to see if maybe she just missed it… but no. Where is the last part of her Potions homework? She could have sworn that she definitely saw it this morning and had it in the bag with everything else when she went to the meeting room to work… but… no. She froze. Did she grab it when Zabini surprised her? In her rush did she even make sure to put it back – please say she didn’t leave it in there when she ran from him… Oh Merlin…

                Hermione started to worry seeing as she did not even want to think about what happened this morning. She felt so vulnerable and just – no. She was finally happy and content and something like this had to happen? All she could think about when trying to remember was how close the Head Boy had been to her. His body tempting her as she resisted pulling him close, his breath seductively teasing her skin as his arms practically surrounded her-

                STOP! NO!

                She shook her head trying to get rid of those thoughts. She refused to romanticize what happen this morning. This will not do! She took another deep breath trying to sort her thoughts and think back to her true goal. What happened this morning in regards to her homework.

                A desire to just touch him and see how he would have reacted. To look into his eyes and see if maybe, just maybe, he found her attractive. But her mind finally became reasonable as she escaped and she ran to her room-

                Her room! Maybe her Potions homework was in her room. It may have fallen out of her bag while she was rushing around this morning to meet everyone for breakfast. After the whole event this morning, she had essentially hid in her bed while she tried to convince herself that Zabini was just being an arse and teasing her like he always does (even if this teasing is completely different from what he has done in the past). And in her thoughts she went from being early to being late.

                Yes, it just could be in my room, she tried to convince herself as she headed back up. Good thing she essentially decide to forgo breakfast after talking with them. Otherwise she would be having a lot more issues right now and be running late to class. Hermione opened her door and sighed at the comfort it brought. No matter what was going on, her room was her safe haven and it brought her some sort of peace and ability to sort out her thoughts. She barely looked around when she noticed something on her bed. She got a little excited as she headed over, thinking maybe she was just panicking and it was here the entire time! I was worrying over nothing. Thank goodness.

                She looked down and grabbed the paper – it was her potions homework! Things were finally good-

                Another slip of paper gently floated to her sheets. She had a moment of confusion as she looked at it wondering what it was. She didn’t have anything else nor did she attach- she froze. That-that was NOT her handwriting. Her breathing started to speed up a bit but she did everything in her power to try to calm herself down. No reason to freak yourself out Hermione. It’s just another paper. Maybe it got stuck when she set this down somewhere.

                This was clearly not working as she noticed her hand shaking as she picked it up and prepared herself to read it. It should just be some random note or-

                Hello Granger, the noted started. Hermione sat her on bed and took a brief look around the room. Oh no. Please don’t…

                After leaving our little discussion in a hurry this morning, I noticed that you had left this behind. If it is what I think it is, you might want to make sure you don’t just leave this lying around. Don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Professor Snape again do you?

                You may also want to come back to the meeting room again later as well. I do believe one of your quills was left here as well and you don’t want to lose something that seems to write so smoothly.

                Sincerely,

                Head Boy, Blaise Zabini.

                PS: I hope you don’t mind that I used your door Granger. It would have been more of a hassle to hand that to you during breakfast in front of everyone. They would wonder and question why I have it and that would not be good for your reputation.

                She sat, stunned. After a moment she realized that she wasn’t breathing and had to remind herself to take air in and let it out. But it was hard to while she was staring at this note. And knowing what this note meant.

                He had been there. He had been in her room. Blaise Zabini had come into her room after she had left for breakfast to meet up with Harry, Ron, and Ginny, using the door that had been hidden and connected her to the meeting room and his room. Which meant that he wasn’t bluffing. He really did know where her door was. And he was smart enough to know the counterspells to the locking spells she had use this morning. He could practically come in any time he wants if she didn’t figure out a good strong locking spell.

                Oh God. This thought shot a moment of adrenaline in Hermione as she ran out of her room and down the steps. She somehow did it without stumbling but with as weak as her legs feel, she was surprised she wasn’t sprawled against the floor. But that wasn’t her biggest thought.

                What was dominating her mind was: How did she mess up so badly? She had always been so sure- but then again, she never really paid attention did she? She would just go there and think no one was waiting because she was normally the early one- what in the world was Zabini doing there so early? But then again why was she so worried about him coming to her room? It wasn’t like he would actually DO anything. Maybe he would pull a couple of pranks (probably not because he doesn’t seem to be immature like that) or try to freak her out (like he just did) but it probably would not be too bad. Maybe he’ll just use it to return her items or leave notes when he couldn’t reach her otherwise. Maybe he would just be responsible-

                Her mind seemed to smack itself as being foolish. This is Blaise Zabini. Draco Malfoy’s best friend. A Slytherin. One of the most arrogant boys in school as well as one of the smartest. He’d use it to the best of his ability for his own purposes. Maybe something like black mail or slip the information to Malfoy so they could take advantage and hex her when she wasn’t expecting them. Her mind tried to think of what they could do, but she knew she wouldn’t. She could never tell what they were thinking anymore and that was probably the part that scared her most.

                No. No. Something in her snapped. She is a strong independent woman and she would not just let this get to her like that! Maybe they wouldn’t do anything and they are doing this to freak her out! And she will not allow that to happen! This will not get to her. Of course not.

                But that doesn’t stop the fact that she might be spending time sleeping with other girls in the Girl’s Dormitory for a little while.

                Draco looked over to see his best friend looking rather pleased as he was reading his potions book. “First off, I have to ask why you are reading right now? We are about to have class – can’t you just wait until then,” he drawled.

                Blaise chuckled as he continued to look at the book in front of him. “I like reading. It was either this or my Defense Against the Dark Arts since I do not feel like going to get a real book from my room.” He knew that there was another question so he just waited for Draco.

                “Well, still doesn’t explain what you are so happy about. Even you don’t get this happy when learning about potions.”

                Blaise looked up, a grin upon his face that told Draco that what he was about to say was definitely interesting. “I left… a surprise for our lovely Head Girl this morning and I am imagining what her reaction will be.”

                Draco grinned as he sat a little straighter with interest. “I have a feeling that this is going to be good.”

                Blaise nodded in agreement. “It is. You remember what I told this morning about meeting with Granger this morning,” he asked. Draco nodded, looking with curiosity in his eyes. Of course he remembered Blaise telling him this. “Well, you recall what I told you about the special Head Girl and Head Boy’s doors? I just made sure to confirm I knew where it was.”

                Draco chuckled, nodding his head as he thought about all the different responses she could have had. “This is definitely useful. She may have to start being careful.”

                Blaise smirked as he put his focus back on his book. “There is no way that she is ready for us.”
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