Title: It's All About Hermione
Authoress: Demoness-MarlstonWells69ner a.k.a PureMikoKagome69ner
Summary: Some Book Four; Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire spoiler!! What happens if Hermione Granger who isn't what everyone had thought she was? What happens when her so-called 'friends' betrayed her? Just read and you'll find out … By the way, Blaise Zabini is a guy! I repeat! Blaise Zabini is a GUY! But I'm not sure if Blaise is black or white (I'm sorry if it offends you), but in my story, he's well, tan? Anyways, he's Italian, tan and Draco Malfoy's best mate a.k.a best friend. Again, I'm sorry that if he's not 'white' in other stories, but once again; he's a bit tan, tanner than Draco, that's for sure. Once again; I'm sorry!

There will be Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley bashings, especially Ginny. So if you're her fans, or the boys, do not read. Leave! This story is veryAU and OCC. Starting in the year 1994 and then will skip slowly to 1995/1996. You'll get it once you read it.

My Note: First time making a Harry Potter. I'm making this my way. So it's really different from the books, movies, and some of your stories. If you don't like it, then don't read it. Flames will not be tolerated. Again; VERYAU and OCC!!!
Rate: 15
Characters: Pretty much everyone … and some of my characters
Genre: General, Romance, Action/Adventure, Horror (Depends), Fantasy, Song Fic (very few, not a lot)
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Decided/Decided/Decided
Feedback: 5 - 10 reviews

A/N: Yes, yes, yes; a four-some. Surprise, surprise!! No, Hermione isn't a slut, a whore, a hoe or any other disgusting/rude names you can come up with. Not in my stories. No way. Moresomes. Will be mated/married/engaged.

I'm not so sure about the lemons though, I have to think on that one. I do anime lemons, but I'm not sure about Harry Potter; especially threesomes or more. So I have to think about it; sorry! Besides, I don't think that I'm allowed anyways, because this is Now on with my story and I hope you like it. Don't forget to READ and REVIEW! Please and thank you. This story is completed, but I am fixing a few chapters that weren't Beta'd.

I'm going to repeat myself … again. If you're a fan of Ginny, Harry, Dumbledore, or Ron - then leave. Hermione is not a slut, hoe, etc. Flamers, fuck off. Everyone else that don't care and stuff, welcome!

I finally got this Beta'd by someone! This chapter is Beta'd by 'Victoria Luv005'!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. They're rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the appearances, attitudes, and personalities for 'Blade' and 'Sapphire'.

Hermione Granger is a teen at the age of fifteen and is in her fourth year in Hogwarts. She's the one-third of the Golden Trio, which includes Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and of course, herself. They were best friends since first year and they're still best friends now. The three of them had been together through thick and thin. They still spend time together, even though Harry and Lavender Brown are going out.

Hermione Granger from Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy from Slytherin, Blaise Zabini from Slytherin, and Cho Chang from Ravenclaw had been made prefect. Hermione, Draco and Blaise are so-far the youngest Prefects to be Prefects. Cho is at the age of fifteen, a year older than them. They all had been prefects for four months already and are pretty good at it, especially Hermione, Draco, and Blaise. Cho doesn't really do much … she much rather check her make-up and takes hours to decide what she should wear on the weekends.

You see, Hermione Granger has many secrets that she didn't tell Harry and Ron, yet. She didn't notice, but Ginny Weasley, the younger sister of Ron was glaring at Hermione. Jealous is a very quick emotion that can get anyone do anything for attention.

Then one day, in the Gryffindor Common Room with Ron, Harry, and Ginny. They were talking. About her. Hermione Granger. Harry's and Ron's best friend.

"Can you believe that we're friends with Granger?" asked Ron, spatting her surname like it was poison. "I can't believe we're friends with her for four bloody years!" He drank all of his Pumpkin Juice in one large gulp. "I don't think I can bear Hermione with us. I don't know what she thinks about herself, the bloody bitch. All these years we've been bearing her and now with that goody-goody image of hers, I am honestly tired."

"Pain in the arse she is," said Ginny, agreeing with her brother. She was sitting on Harry's lap, they've been going out for three months now and were secretly dating because he's going out with Lavender Brown, publicly."All she does is her job; being a Prefect and all she does after that is cram the library. I wonder how you two put up with the fucking slut."

"Well, of course," said Harry. "She wouldn't want to lose her Prefect Badge. Someone needs to knock her off of her high horse."

"I know," said Ginny, sobbing a bit, now. "I can't believe that she would do that to me." She rolled up both of her sleeves messily, revealing many bruises and scratch or was it whip mark? Harry traced his fingers to the newly added bruises. She twitched a bit. "She called me horrible names too!"

"I can't believe she did that to you, Gin," said Harry. "It's like … Hermione isn't the girl we hang out since first year anymore. She changed. She's like … a fake. A fraud."

"I know," said Ron and then he maliciously added; "She's nothing, but a one good way to good reports and marks. Merlin, I can't wait until seventh year. We could start ditching the little slut."

Ginny giggled. "Can I be there too?" asked Ginny. "Actually, wouldn't it be fun if you dumped her infront of the entire school? It'll be a time I won't forget."

"Yeah," said Ron. He watched as Ginny and Harry kissing. "Merlin, I need a girl. Maybe Patil will be easy to get."

"Patil?" asked Harry. "Padma? Or Parvati?"

"Parvati!" said Ron. "She and Lavender will be easy to get. I give myself a week for each of them, two weeks tops. I'm positive that they'll be easy to get a lay. They probably be good in a hay stack too."

Harry laughed. "Why not the girls from Ravenclaw?" asked Harry. "They're the prettiest."

"Not yet," said Ron. "I'll go with Parvati, then Lavender and slowly make my way up to the social ladder. Parvati and Lavender are like the Gryffindor sluts, anyways. Seamus Finnigan said that Lavender's a good fuck." He then noticed Harry's expression, he forgot that Harry and Lavender are going out. "They went out before she went out with you."

"Oh?" asked Harry, rubbing his hairless chin. "I guess I have to sample Lavender myself."

Ginny frowned, but the boys didn't notice, thankfully. She have to figure a way to get Harry to leave Lavender. Harry was suppose to be hers and her alone. No one elses. If she can't have him, no one would.

No one knew that Hermione was leaning against the wall for support. They heard what they say and thought about her and the others. She heard it all and felt utterly betrayed. She left the Gryffindor Common Room and returned to the Prefects Common Room instead of meeting up with Parvati and Lavender. Luckily, the Prefects Common Room are downstairs, on the seventh floor, in the opposite tower that Gryffindor was located. The portrait that guards the entrance to Prefects Common Room were of herself, Cho, Draco and Blaise.

"'Trust'," said Hermione, giving the password to the portrait of herself and the others.

The portrait swung open. Hermione went in, without talking. She walked pass the Prefects Common Room, so she didn't notice the looks she received from the other two in the room. She was deeply thinking about what her so-called 'best girlfriend' just said to Ron and Harry.

"'Secrets'," The portrait swung open, revealing a room of scarlet and gold. She stepped in and pushed the portrait close, but it wasn't fully close, there was a crack between the portrait and the wall.

She took a long shower. She then dried herself off, put on her pajamas and went to bed. Hermione, literally cried herself to sleep.

(A/N: I know, Hermione's information were kind of less, but I think you would know all about her and her friends. So, next I'm doing the Slytherins … )

Down in the dungeons, past the portrait of Arthur the Knight, who was always on alert of any Slytherins who might be returning back late, so he could snitch on them, was the Slytherin common room. Although elegantly appointed with its tapestries of green and silver that honored the great Salazar Slytherin and flickering lanterns that cast an ethereal glow over the students, the room was still drafty and cold.

The temperature always remained the same in the dorms, no matter the weather outside: chilly. All of the first years often walked around with their robes still on to help keep them warm, but the older students had all become accustomed to the coolness.

Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini was sitting in their own favourite velvety chair, their body sinking into the soft cushions. Draco was dressed in a simple t-shirt and slacks, the same goes for Blaise. They didn't feel the draft, although things were far different in their first year.

He had heard tales of how the other three houses were warm and comfortable. It was said that Gryffindor's common room was a magnificent sight to behold and the dorms had terrific views of the castle's grounds. Draco and Blaise didn't do or say anything about it. To them, they like to live in tough situations, it'll make them stronger and not weak little babies like the Gryffindorks.

You see, Draco and Blaise are best of friends. They were friends since they were little because of their parents, who were also best friends. They and their family weren't as bad as everyone thought. They really depise Voldemort, even though they - mostly their Fathers - are Voldemort's supporters. But truly, they secretly depise him. Their family acted they are now to please Voldemort, some are fake and some are true. Lucius Malfoy and Mark Zabini really love their wife, they never mistreated them in anyways. They loved each other very much, but again, they have to pretend that the women got beat up regularly. However, they do depise Muggleborns and Muggles, a good amount of them at least. Narcissa Malfoy and Casey Zabini spent their times in their Manor reading or snapping at the House-Elves. All of them can be nice, but because of them, being supporters of Voldemort, all of them have to act tough, not to mention real bitches and bastards.

At the age of fourteen and a half, which is now, they started a conquest, just to past the time at Hogwarts when there's nothing to do. So, they are well … endowed. Thanks to Quidditch, some fitness equipment and the … ahem … sex.

Anyways, back to the situation at Hogwarts … Narcissa and Casey had known that their sons will be in Slytherin, so together, they made two self-heating blanket, one for each of them. The blankets were both green, but on each of them were their full names, written in silver, to tell the differences. They did used it a couple of times in their first year at Hogwarts, but now, they barely even need the blankets anymore. The blankets are kept locked away in their trunk. They had received numerous requests from younger students, who wanted to use the blanket, but they always greeted them with a hard stares and narrowed eyes.

And now, they sat infront of the fire. Blaise's dark indigo eyes were still watching the fire, boringly, but in deep thought of something. Draco's grey and blue eyes watching Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, who had become bored from playing a game of Exploding Snap and now busied themselves with stealing treats from the younger students.

This is, sadly or not, the competitive nature ran rampant in Slytherin House. Outside of the dorms, they banded together to terrorize an unsuspecting student from other Houses. If the group was feeling extra rowdy, they would take on a Gryffindor, boys, who were the feistiest of the other three houses. The girls from the Gryffindor Houses are feisy, but only some of them. The Mudblood, Hermione Granger are the feistiest out of all the girls in that House. Draco, Blaise and some of the other Slytherins knew that Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil are major gossipers. So most of them steer clear away from them, not to make it so noticeable. But when locked away together, the Slytherins often turned on one another.

Crabbe and Goyle would eat anything that had sugar in it. Hell, they're getting bigger and bigger everyday. Neither of them dared touch any of the sweets Draco's Mother sent him, once a week from Malfoy Manor, most which would go uneated, as Draco did not have much of a sweet tooth. Instead, he placed the packages of cream puffs and other assorted bakery goods prominently on his nightstand, watching with Blaise in amusement as his two 'body guards' took nervous glances at the pastries, while licking their lips.

Crabbe and Goyle were unable to hold back their appetites for very long, and would eventually beg Draco for a Raspberry Torte or some other chocolate concoction. Draco, of course, always denied their requests. For four years, Draco had been able to torture them in that manner, without them growing any wiser to what he was doing. Sometimes, instead of displaying his treats on a nightstand, he and Blaise would eat them slowly infront of his two body guards.

Not only were Crabbe and Goyle gullible, they were also extremely predictable. Draco knew their routine, as they did the same things almost on a regular basis. After a night of bullying other students in the house, the two would spend two hours gorging themselves on the stolen treats, before forcing one of the smarter kids to do their homework for them.

Draco and Blaise surely did not need to have others do their homework, as they usually completed their assignments the minute they returned to the dorms from afternoon classes. Their essays in both Potions and History were neatly rolled up and placed in their book bags or bed at that moment. They knew they would get high marks on both assignments, as they both were throughly researched. Although they appeared to be mischievous and a bit of a troublemaker to the typical observer - and they surely was to some extent - they took great pride in doing well in their studies and everything else in their life. This was probably brought on by pressure from their Father to be and do better than all the other students, especially a certain Muggleborn young woman who always seemed to exceed them in grades.

The dark brunette and the blonde had always pushed themselves to be the best in everything they did and to presend an impressive appearance to the outside world. This craving for excellence propelled them to awake early each morning to groom themselves, and make sure their hair and robes were in perfect condition.

This extra effort paid off for them, as they was the object of affection for many of the girls in their house and throughout the school.

Draco got up from the chair he had been sitting in for nearly an hour and brushed the dried crumbs of cake from his shirt. He picked up his robes from the arm of his chair and draped them over his slender body.

"Where are you going, man?" asked Blaise.

"I have to get back to the Prefects Common Room," answered Draco. "It's already 9:00PM."

Blaise jumped up and got his book bag and robe. "Shit, its that late?" asked Blaise, walking to the portrait.

Draco didn't say anything, but rolled his eyes and left. Blaise soon followed. Once, they were inside their Prefects Common Room and looked around the room to make sure, the Ravenclaw or Mudblood wasn't there. Then they started to talk about Voldemort.

Around 9:30PM, the Mudblood walked in, looking completely lost in her own thoughts. She didn't even notice them sitting on the chair, staring holes behind her. Once the door closed and they heard the water running, they resumed talking.

"What's up her ass?" asked Draco.

"Who knows," said Blaise. "So are you planning to join?"

"No," said Draco. "You?"

"No way," said Blaise.

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A few hours, like 11:00PM, the boys went to bed. At 3:25AM, they woke up by a single bright light coming from the Common Room. Draco woke up, grabbed his wand and went to their Common Room, only to find Blaise peeking in the Mudblood's door.

"What's going on?" hissed Draco. "And what are you doing?!"

Blaise jumped. "Don't do that!" hissed Blaise. "Look inside. Seems like something's going on with Granger."

Draco looked at Draco as he opened the door wider a little bit, only to see a white bright light, standing at the foot of Granger's bed and was forming itself into a figure. He took the chance to look in the room, red and gold. Gryffindorks' colour. Yuck.

"Sapphire … " whispered the light, who is indeed forming itself into a figure.

This figure was male, standing at 6'3". He has dark messy hair with deep, ruby red eyes, giving him the look of a mysterious type-of guy, but dangerous look. He was wearing black slightly baggy pants with dark blue tank top, which traces his hard body and abs. He was hot and mysterious. He has a lot of muscles, but they weren't bludging out, so that was a plus. He moved towards Granger, he walked like he owned the place, like Draco and his voice is deep, sexy, mysterious and giving off the aura of power and privacy, like Blaise.

Draco and Blaise looked around the room. There's no one in there, but the Mudblood and the male. Who's he calling Sapphire? Unless … the Mudblood's 'Sapphire'!

The Mudblood actually has a boyfriend? thought Draco with amusement.

Something tells me this Mudblood is more than she seems … thought Blaise, watching the scene with curiosity.

Both Slytherins were both interrupted by their thoughts by Hermione's movement. Hermione began to stir a bit. She yawned and sat up on her bed, slowly. She rubbed her eyes, like a little kid. When she opened her eyes, she saw the eyes of her one-true love, Blade Turner.

"Blade?" asked Hermione. "Is that really you?"

Blade nodded, he leaned down and kissed Hermione's forehead. "Yes, baby," said Blade. "It's me, Sapphire. It's really me."

"Blade!" cried Hermione as she tackled Blade, clinging onto him. "I missed you so much, baby."

"I really missed you too," said Blade, quietly, hugging her closer to his body. "And we, especially I, want you back to our school. The others really missed you."

Hermione looked up at Blade. "I don't know … " said Hermione, slowly. "I mean, I like this school and my best friends - "

"Betrayed you," finished Blade, even though he knew that she wasn't going to say that.

There was a few minutes of silence between Blade and Hermione. While Draco and Blaise looked at each other and then at the scene again. What's going on? thought Draco and Blaise.

"Hey Blaise," hissed Draco, quietly. "Do you know what's he talking about?"

"No man," hissed Blaise as quietly as Draco did.

"Blade," said Hermione. "I'm not sure if I want to go back. I mean, I don't want to act like my old self, you know."

"Sapphire, I know that," said Blade. "But you have to know, you don't belong here. No matter where you go and who you hang out with, they're going to know who and what you really are. If it's not now, then its soon."

"But Blade," said Hermione. "I like my life here better. No one really bothers me anymore and they don't ask me if I want to go out with them."

"Sapphire," said Blade, sighing. "I know that isn't true. I know, you like Birmingham Manchester of Highly Developed School For the Gifted. I know you do. Everyone does. You especially."

(A/N: The school's uniform is BM which stands for Birmingham Manchester)

"I know, but I can't turn into the way I was just like that," said Hermione, snapping her fingers as a reference. "I tried so hard to become the one I am now. It took me years to become what I am - a bookworm and I made everyone believed me that I'm a Muggleborn."

Just then a blue light appeared and it too, shaped into a figure, a female figure. Once the figure was just right, the light began to disappear and then, standing on that exact spot was a young female, same age as the rest of them. This girl has long, curly black hair to her chest, but if she straightened it, it would be above her waist.

The girl was wearing a black sweater, at the top left on her sweater was a crest, which was glittering gold. At the top left was the picture of a Fox, which was the colour black, in the background of the Fox was ruby red. Underneath the picture was the words 'Canine'. The picture next to the Fox was a picture of Tortoise in with the word 'Reptile'. The Tortoise was in the colour bluish green and the background was sea blue. In the middle of the crest was the initial 'BM'.

The girl wore a mini black skirt that reaches above her knees. She was black stockings and she wore black combat boots that reaches below her knees. She has red eye-shadow and a red lip. She has black fingerless gloves which also has 'BM' on it.

Of course, Blaise and Draco can't see anything, but the girl's back.

"Hey Sapphire," said the girl, casually.

"Diamond?" asked Hermione.

"The one and only!" said Diamond, smirking. "Planning to come back with us?"

"Maybe … " said Hermione.

"Come on, girl," said Diamond. "We all miss you. You should come back with us. You belong with us. To our school. You don't belong here."

Hermione sighed. "I know, girl," said Hermione. "Can you come back here in three days?"

"Sure," said Blade. "But what for?" He eyed her suspiciously.

"I need to buy presents for my class mates you know," said Hermione.

"And for what reason?" snapped Diamond. "Those idiots don't need any. They didn't do shit, but used you and then dissed you. You shouldn't buy anything for them."

"I know that," snapped Hermione. "Who says I'm buying presents for those losers? I'm buying presents for everyone else I know in Gryffindor, excluding them. If you are a real friend, you shouldn't have mention them in the first place." She said, angrily.

Diamond hung her head down in shame. "Sorry for snapping at you," said Diamond. "I guess we'll see you in three days."

"See you then, baby," said Blade, kissing Hermione on the lips.

"Three days," said Diamond as she and Blade left in a quick flash of blue and white light.

Hermione let go of her tears as they were on the verge of spilling. She looked out of the window. "They shouldn't have betrayed me," said Hermione to herself.

Draco and Blaise went in the Common Room in silence. "So what do you think, Draco?" asked Blaise.

"Glad that the Mudblood's leaving in three days," said Draco, sneering.

"She says she got people believe that she's Muggleborn, man," said Blaise. "She might not be one."

"So?" asked Draco. "At least she's leaving."

"Draco," said Blaise. "Do you think it was a dream?"

Draco looked at Blaise. "What kind of a question is that?" asked Draco.

"I don't know, man," said Blaise. "I'm confused, I guess."

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A/N: Please review! For the pairings; I already have it under control and stuff. So you don't need to worry about that. Umm, I have three Betas, who comes in late. So the chapter will be Beta'd on Ch. 10 or 13, don't remember. Sorry! Sit tight! Just sit back, relax, read, and review! No flames! If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask! I'll post your questions and answers on the next chapter!