I was reading the depressing TRUE story of Julia Holcomb and Steven Tyler told by Julia and not written by a drugged up Tyler, and it made me sad. To make me feel better, I wrote this! Please enjoy it or I'll cry!

I don't own Harry Potter or the song Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson.


Oh and I don't know
I Don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster


Hermione glanced up from her book when she felt an annoying ball of parchment slam into her face. Normally, she would have glared at the hooligan throwing papers during History of Magic just because the professor was clueless, but she noticed who the culprit was. Why was Blaise Zabini throwing papers in class? Didn't he have better breeding or whatever those snotty purebloods called it?

She looked the ball of paper, only to find her name scrawled across the folded parchment. Confused, she opened the little ball of paper and saw a message for herself was written in a neat, legible hand on the inside.

Miss Granger,

I have found it necessary to invite you to classroom number 3 in the dungeons for a chat tonight after you've completed your patrolling of the castle. My sources have told me the time and place you will finish your patrols, so I have positioned myself just so that you cannot get away, and if you wish to keep your Head Girl position, I recommend that you do not skip out on our meeting tonight.


Blaise Zabini

The letter left Hermione more confused than she had originally been while she wondered why Blaise Zabini would ever possibly need to give her a letter, and during History of Magic of all places.

Shrugging, she slid the paper into her bag and decided to wait until after class to figure out what she would do about her newfound predicament. Blaise had made it very clear that it would be most difficult and consequential to try and slide her way out of the situation.

So, after class, History of Magic being her final class of the day, she gathered her things, taking her time, and told Harry and Ron to go on without her. She quickly lied and told them she needed to pick up a book in the library before supper.

It wasn't a full lie-she really was going to the library. She just wasn't going to be getting a book.

On her way there, she began her thought process.

What on Earth could Blaise Zabini, best friend of Draco Malfoy, my arch-enemy, possibly want with me, Hermione Granger, arch-enemy of his best friend?

There were several things that came to mind-tutoring, rape, advice, seduction, payment for doing his homework, and plenty of other things related either to homework or sex, which, she tried not to flatter herself, but she couldn't help being at least a tiny bit paranoid.

If he did ask for homework help, what would she say? She sighed. Probably yes. What would it hurt? She had nothing against him, except that he had poor taste in best friends. She wasn't racist, didn't care about blood status, and firmly believed in House Unity. So she had no reason to deny helping him.

Unless it had to do with sex, in which case, she would most definitely deny him anything, and may even proceed to break his nose at having the gall to ask her for such a thing.

Again, she turned her mind away from that, preferring not to flatter herself.

When she had reached the library, she wondered if maybe it wouldn't be just him. What if he brought along Malfoy? That would be quite awkward, wouldn't it? What if he did? Would she leave?

But she knew she was too curious of a person to leave. She knew even before she'd had to think about it that she'd be going. Her wondering what he could possibly want from her was driving her too mad to say no to this.

Shaking her head, she checked out a random book and left for supper, where her friends were waiting for her.


"On Bestiality Spells?" Harry said incredulously, staring at the title of the book Hermione had cluelessly checked out.

She shrugged. "It's for a paper I'm writing."

"For what class?" Harry exclaimed, disgusted.

"For... Thaumatology?"

Harry snorted. "Why would anyone need to take a Thaumatology class?" he said. "And what on earth does Bestiality have to do with Thaumatology?"

"Hermione, you're being obvious," Ginny said. "You just went to the library to think. Be honest."

She sighed. "Okay, it's true."

"What did you need to think about?" Ron asked, stuffing his face and speaking without a single thread of tact in his voice.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't see how it's any of your business, Ronald."

"Is it about that note Blaise Zabini threw at you in class today?" Harry asked, politely eating his food in the way his aunt and uncle taught him-so as not to be embarrassed by him when they allowed him to dine with them during gatherings of any sort.

"It might be," Hermione replied, buttering her toast lightly.

"Blaise Zabini threw you a note?" Ginny said. "That's odd. What did he want?"

Hermione sighed. There really was no reason to keep them out of the loop. "He wants to speak to me after my patrols tonight."

Harry quirked an eyebrow as Ginny tried to help her brother while he choked on his supper. "What did he want to see you for?"

Hermione shrugged. "He didn't say."

"You can't meet a Slytherin after curfew!" Ron exclaimed. "That's bloody mad, if you ask me!"

"Well, no one asked you, did they, Ronald?" Hermione sniffed.

"So, you're going, then?" Harry asked.

She nodded. "Yes. I want to know why he wants to talk to me. And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Ronald. Plus, Blaise has been perfectly polite on the two occasions I ever spoke with him. And he wouldn't try anything."

"What makes you so sure?" Harry asked.

Hermione shrugged. "Just a feeling."

"This is a lot to trust in 'just a feeling,' Hermione," Ginny chided. "Plus, while you may be able to trust him, what if he brings along Malfoy or Goyle or Nott or something? They can't be trusted very well, now, can they?"

Hermione shrugged. "Like I said, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I did survive my travels with Harry, did I not? I think that's proof enough that I can take care of a few Slytherins."

"She was named Witch's Weekly's 'Strongest Admirable Witch of the Decade,'" Ginny agreed wholeheartedly.

Hermione smiled at her help. "Thank you, Ginny. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to get some homework done before my patrols. I shall see you all tomorrow and tell you how everything went."

On that final note, Hermione left her friends in the Great Hall to enjoy their dinner, while Hermione returned to her Head Girl room to do her homework.

While her room was also connected to a Heads Common room, she had never gone in. Because it was also connected to the Head Boy's room. And the Head Boy was Draco Malfoy.


Well. I haven't much of a clue where I'm going with this. I mean...I sort of do. But I was just trying to cheer myself up after reading such a horrible thing, and I picked up my iPod and started writing. I didn't choose the song until after I'd written. I guess I just bite at one-shots.

So, if you like it and would like to see more, drop a review. If you hate it and want to flame me, bring. It. On.

Bye! ^^