Title: Smile Like No Tomorrow
Rated: PG
Category: Drabbles/ Multi-Chapters/Not HBP Compliant
Genre: Romance/ Drama/ Humour
Pairing(s)/ Character(s): Hermione/ Blaise

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of J. K. Rowling’s creations.

Part 1/ Prologue

When I first found out Blaise Zabini was my Co-Head as Head Boy, I thought, ‘Okay, fine. No big deal; he can’t be worse than Malfoy.’

How wrong was I…

Blaise Zabini is a sneaky, sarcastic, infuriating, lazy, irresponsible, cold-hearted, good-for-nothing bastard!

Yet, I fell for him…he was smart, determined, funny, and he could be strangely thoughtful, kind, sweet…and there was more to him than it seemed. Yes, if there was one thing I learned during my last year at Hogwarts, is that I have no right to judge someone before knowing them.

Damn you, Blaise!

--Hermione Granger

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Hermione Granger bid her friends goodbye and left for the Prefects’ compartment to meet up with the Head Boy. It was no surprise to anyone that she was Head Girl for their final year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, she was also looking forward to this year because Voldemort was finally gone. Her best friend, Harry Potter, defeated him, but I'm sure you all know the story.

Hermione didn’t know what she was expecting when she opened the compartment’s door. She just knew it wasn’t him. Blaise Zabini, as it seemed, was sleeping facing out the window.

Being the genius she was…Hermione stared. It was easy to say she was shocked. Nonetheless, when she thought about it, Blaise Zabini was a good student with a good record.

“Really, Granger, although I'm undoubtedly handsome, you must have better ways to spend time than ogling at me,” spoke a deep voice, causing her to jump.

“Shut it, Zabini,” Hermione glared at him. “You’re Head Boy?” she asked, still finding it unbelievable.

“No, I just needed a place to catch forty winks,” he rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “after all, it can’t be possible for any Slytherin other than Draco Malfoy to be Head Boy, right?”

Hermione had the decency to blush as she sat down across from him. He seemed to have read her mind.

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Honestly, when she first walked into that compartment, the first thought in my mind wasn’t, ‘Oh, it’s Gryffindor’s bookworm.”

It wasn't exactly shocking. I mean, come on! Hermione Granger? Head Girl? Surprise, surprise.

Although, I must say her expression was rather hilarious….

No, the first thought in my head was, ‘Do you mind? I'm not a display at a zoo.’

So, it’s easy to say, in the beginning, Hermione Granger meant nothing to me. She was simply my Co-Head; another miserable person added to my already damned life.

--Blaise Zabini

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Blaise Zabini simply wasn’t a morning person. That or the little amount of consideration he had for people simply didn’t exist once he just woke up. No, the first thing Blaise needed was a trip to the washroom to get ready and then a cup of hot coffee.

“Zabini, get out!” Hermione shrieked, hiding behind the shower curtains.

“Why?” said Blaise impassively, not bothering to look at her. He simply went to the sink, and took out a tube of toothpaste and his toothbrush.

“Gee, I don’t know,” she said sarcastically. He could feel her rolling her eyes. “Maybe because I'm in the shower!”

“So?” he turned to face her with a bored expression. “You might want to hurry out, after all, I need it, too.”

“GET OUT!” she turned red. “Couldn’t you wait until after I was done?”

“Hey, your fault for not locking the door.” The Head Dorm consisted of a common room, a small dining room/ kitchen, and two bedrooms with a built-in, joined washroom. Hermione forgot to lock the door on Blaise’s side.

“ZABINI!” Hermione growled, poking her head out from behind the shower screen. Her face was flushed and her eyes were blazing. “Don’t you have any shame?”

“No,” he gave her a careless grin. “Beside, it’s not like you have anything that I haven’t seen before,” he finished with a smirk.

Hermione turned red. She poked out a hand and grabbed a large, fluffy towel hanging nearby. After wrapping the towel around herself, she decided to throw Blaise out by flinging assorted bathroom objects at him.

Her attempts were futile. Well, he left but not exactly the way she pictured; he walked away laughing, but not before catching his toothbrush, toothpaste, and the extra towel she threw at him.

“Thank you,” he grinned with a wave, “I'll be heading to the Prefects' washroom now.”

Hermione slammed the door at his face. And so begin an interesting year of Co-Heading between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin.