So, um, hi everyone... *prepares for angry readers bashing on me for not updating in almost a year*...ya. So i'm back. This entire school year has been so completely busy its ridiculous! I had diplomas and dance competitions and showcases and rehersals. Life has been hectic to say the least. I will try to now update as much as possible, I promise! (if i'm not stuck in writer's block...-_-) But anyway, here is the long awaited next Chapter. I hope its alright...I don't know...but please Review!

Chapter 27

She stood there only for a moment before swinging the door shut, but that was enough to tell me that she was hurt beyond measure. I glanced back at Blair, who smirked gleefully at my disdain.

"Why you,"

Her eyes shone with plot and scheming.

"You planned this all along!" I pushed her to the floor and as fast as I could I threw on my clothes.

"How could you do this to me?"

"I did nothing but prove that you are not over me," she stated matter of factly.

"Where is my phone?" I demanded, searching for my Blackberry. I shook my head in anger, completely appalled by what she had done.

"If you think I'll love you for this, forget it," I stormed to the door, throwing it open.

"Chuck!" she latched herself onto me. I threw her back down and bolted down the hallway after Hermione, who had turned around the corner back to the ballroom.

"Hermione!" I raced after. She didn't turn back.

"Hermione!" I sped up, grabbing her shoulder. She faced me, a look of disgust in her eyes.

"Let go of me," she said through gritted teeth.

"Hermione, please just listen!"

"Get your filthy hands off me this instant," She barely pushed me, but I was flung to the floor. Wandless magic. She glared at me.

"You are nothing but a pig," A crowd had grown around us. "I thought you had changed, Chuck. Believe me, I did. But now I'm not so sure. You're just like the rest of them. Hell, you're worse then Ron! For god's sakes, I thought you actually had a decent bone in your body Chuck, but I guess not. I don't know why I ever thought you could be loyal, when you are such a cold blooded snake. Meeting you was the biggest mistake of my entire life. I can't believe I loved you, you god damned son of a bitch!"

Her words stung as I struggled to my feet. Breathing deeply, I attempted to stop shaking.

"Mione, please,"

"Don't Mione please me!"

I took a step towards her.

"Don't come near me! You spoiled everything!"

"You heard what she said Bass,"

I glanced behind me and it was none other than Dan Humphrey, the nosy server from before. I immediately felt terrible for being so horrible to him earlier. He however, did not seem to mind as I shot him a grateful glance.

"Look who's talking," Chuck approached Dan. I knew that look. It was the same look of loathing he always gave Ron, but about 10 times worse.

"Look Chuck," he started, "I'm no expert, but when the lady says to leave her alone, she means it,"

"You don't know anything!" Chuck spat, "now move!"

Dan didn't move a muscle.

"You really don't wanna stand there," Chuck said.

"Yes I do," Dan shielded me.

"You wanna go?" Chuck rumbled.

"Bring it on,"

Chuck charged forward, his hand reaching into his pocket for his wand. He didn't dare.

I got between them, knowing that Chuck wouldn't dare attack me. He stopped.

"Hermione, move,"

"No Chuck, you listen. It has nothing to do with Dan,"

"Why are you protecting him?"

I shook my head, "if you think I'm on your side now Chuck, you must be mental. Chuck, believe me, I really did love you. I loved you so much," The tears started again.

"You're saying that like it's a past thing," he said. I looked him in the eye.

"How can I love you for what you've done?" I asked. Chuck didn't respond. I turned and headed to collect my coat, then out of the hotel. I stood on the curb, hoping to catch a cab to the Palace so that I could collect my belongings before deciding what the next step was. I was still shaking in disbelief. Chuck. My Chuck had done this to me. I couldn't understand the reasoning behind it. One minute, I love you is right on the tip of his tongue. The next minute, he's snogging his ex-girlfriend. The fact that he fell for her tricks or gave into her at all appalled me. Not only that, but it just made me realize that no matter how hard I tried, there was no way that I could be her. I couldn't be what Blair is to him. I would never measure up.

I let out a sob as another taxi sped past me, ignoring my pleas as the snowstorm blistered all around. What was I thinking, chasing Chuck Bass all the way to New York? Leaving my family, my friends, for a stupid, spoiled bastard billionaire, who promised me the world, only to leave me here with nothing but regret. Ron was right bitterly, shocking myself. For once the bloody git was right. For once, he had outsmarted me, Hermione Granger. I remembered Ron. Ronald Bilius Weasley. We went from hating each other to becoming completely inseparable. He liked me. I liked him enough yes, but he had liked me more. Even so, it was much more simple then this. Overprotective, sure, but there wasn't drama. Not like this. Somehow, I missed that. I wanted those old memories back. When we'd walk down by the Black Lake. When I'd watch him play Quidditch. When he'd constantly tease me and annoy me. The sweet things he said. The little things I used to love. Yes, love. It wasn't until now that I realized that in some way or another, I really did care about Ron. Even as possessive as he was- he still treated me right. He'd never hurt me like this. I should have known. Should have known better then to trust a Bass.

"Hermione," a voice said.

"What?" I spat, half expecting it to be Chuck. It turned out to be Dan.

"Oh. You. What do you want?"


"Coming to gloat about how you were right all along?"

Dan looked taken aback.

"Cuz you know, you were right. Hell, even Ron was right," I let out a giant sob and a new explosion of tears.

"Come here," Dan pulled me into a hug.
"Why did I even come here?" I asked, "what was the point? I don't even know where I'm going to go now/ I can't go back to the Palace to get everything. I flew here on Chuck's fucking jet," I shook my head, "I don't know what to do,:

"You'll figure it out," Dan reassured me, "It'll be alright,"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, "I was a total bitch to you earlier,"

"Everyone deserves a second chance. And I couldn't let Chuck treat you like that. It's not right,"

"No it's not," I agreed, shivering.

"Here, why don't we get you inside and then we can deal with getting your stuff," Dan suggested, "and we'll figure out what to do,"

I nodded, "alright,"

Dan hailed a cab and we were on our way.

"Where are we going?" I asked as the city lights started to fade out and we merged our way onto a bridge.

"Brooklyn," Dan answered.


We crossed the bridge and the cab drove us to Dan's apartment complex. The area was a lot different in comparison to where the Palace was. The brick building had graffiti sprayed across one side and the doors and window frames were in need of a serious paint job. In fact, the entire area of buildings around us were like that and the one word I would have to describe it would be 'sketchy'. It didn't seem safe at all and I was hesitant to get out of the taxi once we arrived.

"Don't worry," Dan said. I followed him through the door and up the stairs to where he unlocked the door to his flat. Stepping inside, the place wasn't huge, yet it seemed spacious and cozy all at the same time.

"Hey, Jenny, is that you?"

"No Dad, it's me,"

"Dan? What are you doing home so early? I thought you were working till midnight tonight," Footsteps approached. It was a man, roughly in his 40s.

"Change of plans," Dan said, "um, Hermione, this is my Dad, Rufus."

"Hi," I said, "pleasure to meet you,"

"Nice to meet you too, though, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly is going on?"

"I can explain," Dan said, "but first off, she needs a place to crash tonight,"

"By all means, you are welcome to stay, but why?"

"Basically. Chuck cheated on her,"

"Chuck Bass? I thought he was gone to Europe,"

"Yeah, well he's back now,"

"We were here visiting his family," I said, "and everything was fine up until tonight," I sighed, "I should have never trusted him,"

"I'm sorry to hear that," Rufus said.

"Anyways, I apologize for inconveniencing you like this. I promise I will be out of here tomorrow morning,"

"It's alright. I understand. And you can stay as long as you need,"

I smiled, "Thank you,"

"You're welcome. Now I'm sure you're exhausted by now,"

"Yes," I admitted, "I've had enough for one day,"

"Dan? Do you wanna get her set up in your room? I'd put her in Jenny's, but it being that Jenny's not home yet…"

"Yeah, I'll camp out here tonight,"

"It's alright, I can take the couch," I offered.

"No seriously, Don't worry about it. It's fine," Dan said.

"Ok," I shrugged off my coat.

"Here, let me take that," Dan hung it up in the closet.

"Thank you again,"

"It's no problem," said Dan.

"I'm serious. Had it not been for you, I wouldn't have known what to do." I sighed.

"It's alright. Would you like something? Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?"

"Hot coco, please" I said. Dane disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with two steaming cups and marshmallows.

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome," we sat down on the couch.

"This is so supid. I don't understand it at all. How could Chuck do something like this?"

"Simple answer, he's Chuck,"

"How do you even know him so well?" I asked.

"When you've been in the same classes as someone since kindergarten, you get to know them pretty well."

"Wait, so you went to school with Chuck?"

Dan nodded.

"What was he like?"

"Well, from what I remember, when he was a kid, he was pretty cocky. Thought the best of himself and made teachers go nuts. Junior high, he defiantly wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, I'd say. Didn't do a damn thing and almost failed seventh grade. He and Nate used to think they were so cool by hiding behind the school's dumpsters and getting high. That or smoking pot in Central Park. Then high school came and he became his all out womanizing self. God knows how many women he's been with,"

"What was the deal with Blair?"

"Chuck and Blair…they've been off and on since last year. Blair used to date Nate, till Nate broke up with her,"

"Oh my,"

"Yeah. And then she supposedly slept with Chuck and had this big pregnancy fiasco which ended up being a false alarm."

"She's such a whore," I said

"Yeah no kidding," Dan agreed, "and then Chuck took her back. And they cheated on each other all over again.

"Were Chuck and Blair even broken up when he left for England?"

"I've got no idea," Chuck said, "all I know is that when word came back that he was dating you, Blair was less then happy,"

"Chuck never mentioned Blair to me till we actually got here," I muttered, "not really…he called me Blair once.."

Dan looked at me puzzled.

"In his sleep," I explained, "he was drunk at the time," I shook my head, "I should have known,"

"Don't be so hard on yourself. We all make mistakes,"

"I'm so done with today," I signed.

"Here, let me get you something to change into," He left and came back with a pair of blue pyjama pants with snowflakes on them and a matching blue long sleeved shirt.

"They're Jenny's. I think they'll fit,"


I changed out of my dress and hung it on one of Jenny's hangers, then moved it into the closet next to my coat.

"It fits," I told Dan.


I yawned. Today had been way too eventful for my liking.

"Right this way," Dan led me down the hall to his bedroom, which was littered with books, pens and papers strewn all around.

"Excuse the mess," Dan said.

"It's alright. You've sure got a lot of paper everywhere," I observed. I moved a stack from the edge of the bed to the bedside table.

"Yeah. I write a lot. I'm currently in the process of putting together my first novel…though who knows when and if I'll actually finish."

"Really? What are you writing about?"

"It's supposed to be a new perspective on the Upper East Side.," he replied, "kind of what it's like to be on the inside,"

"Is it like your point of view?"

"Something like that. Though it's not anywhere near finished yet,"

"Well I'll be sure to read it when its published,"

"If it's published," Dan corrected.

We talked a few more minutes before Dan bade me goodnight. He left and oddly enough, I felt comfortable, curled up in his bed in his apartment. Within minutes, exhaustion overtook and I was sound asleep.