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Summary- Hermione changes her appearance to get Draco to notice her. It doesn't work. So she plans to play The Damsel in Distress to get Draco to 'save' her then he'll fall in love with her. Right? Wrong, what happens when Draco doesn't notice that plan either?

Damsel in a Cute Dress

Chapter 1 – All day long I dream about Draco

Draco.

My First.

Crush, that is.

Sure, there were plenty of guys I'd like to get an eyeful of but none like Draco.

Just his name sent shivers all over my body.

Draco.

Draco.

Draco.

It still works. It's been working since the third year, when I actually started liking boys.

It wasn't as if he'd ever notice me though. It was simple, I was a mudblood.

Malfoys and mudbloods just don't go. They just don't. Personally I think it's stupid. Personally I think I'm stupid. Stupid for knowing that Draco will never like me, let alone fall hopelessly in love with me, but still I pursue him like a House Elf to an unclean speck.

Speaking of House Elves...He actually approves of the enslavement of the poor souls.

I seriously don't know why I love him.

He's mean.

He approves of house elf enslavement.

He hates me and hates mud bloods.

He's a Slytherin.

He's a MALFOY!

But, he's so perfect. So flawless. So Damn Gorgeous! I can't help it.

I know for a fact I'm not alone.

There's actually a Draco Malfoy Fan club! 3 guesses who started it.

Pansy Parkinson if you didn't figure it out already.

She's obsessed with him. Well I am too, but not in the stalkerish way she does. She collects his hair for god sakes. Last time I heard she had 243 of them.

243!!!

Two hundred and forty three platinum colored hairs off Draco Malfoy's head!!!

Is she insane?

Pansy wasn't my problem. Draco hated her, and I knew that. Everyone knew that. Even Pansy did. She still loves him though. Wait doesn't that remind you of somebody?

I swear I'll kill myself if I turned into that bitch. I glanced in the mirror.

Brown hair. Check.

Brown Eyes. Check.

No pug-faced expression on my face. Check.

I was fine, no Pansy-fied golden curls and baby blue eyes on this face.

It bothered me. You know, Draco hates Pansy but he still sees her from time to time. Maybe there's hope for me then. Sigh, I hope so.

I looked in the mirror again. Sigh, I really hope so.

I had to get him to notice me, and fast.

I heard the huge grandfather clock in the hall sound loudly. It was already 12 o' clock.

Damn, I had to get up early tomorrow. I needed 8 hours of sleep. Sleep I certainly wouldn't get. I didn't know why Ginny was so concerned bout the 8-hours thing. She said she needed her beauty sleep. I had scoffed at that, I had said I didn't need anything like that. I stared at the mirror...then again...

I switched off the lights and dived under the cover. I started to count sheep. I counted the fluffy white sheep with cute black faces. Slowly the white fluff turned platinum and then became sleek, the black face turned pale. It developed piercinggrey eyes and a scowl. How could I sleep with that face running though my mind the whole time? The Draco Faces weren't going away so I decided to count them until I fell asleep.

1 Draco Face, 2 Draco Face, 3 Draco Face, damn this is tiring, 4 Draco Face, 5 Draco Face. Okay I seriously have to go to sleep...seriously. Draco's face was too interesting and gorgeous. I needed something boring and ugly. So I counted Pansy Faces.

I fell asleep before I even counted to two.