(A/N: This DH fic was written by me, together with Linnn, so please do forgive us if it isn't that good, since it's our first proper one. Anyway, all constructive reviews are welcome, and enjoy it, (if possible).)

To say that Hermione Granger's life is recherché would somewhat be an understatement.

She has played a dire part in destroying Voldermort, she has straightened her hair after seven long years of provocation, and she has finally been appointed Head Girl.

So how exactly did this intelligent and perfect Head Girl land herself in such a horrid and messy situation?

First off, her first love - Ronald Weasley - whom she had thought her relationship with was going somewhere, had dumped her for none other than his slutty 6th year fling, Lavender Brown. To add to her misery, an end-of-year Ball was coming up after her examinations and Hermione Granger didn't want to be the one crying her eyes out with Moaning Myrtle while everyone else was dancing the night away.

And last of all, there was a certain blond haired Slytherin whom she did not want to deal with, standing right in front of her, obstructing her way to her Head Girl's Room "What do you want?"

"Manners, Granger."

"I'm afraid I am unable to offer you any of that."

"You really are thick, aren't you?"

"It was cynically disdainful remark. What do you want?"

Draco Malfoy paused for a stretch, and then looked up. "I want, to be sitting in my bed, reading a good book, and drinking on a glass of Firewhisky. I need, however, to pass my coming Charms exam, and as much as it is displeasure to you, I'm sure, I need a tutor and you're the only one that can help me."

Malfoy seemed to enjoy the effect his words were having on Hermione, whose chocolate eyes widened in alarm for a tick, then resumed their original skeptical position.

"I'm flattered. But, you're wasting your time."

Hermione glided past him and made her way to her room and made to close the door. Those years of Quidditch had come in handy, with his fast Seeker reflexes; Malfoy held the door ajar with his strong arms effortlessly while a petite brunette was left pushing her entire weight against the door. "Granger, just stop being a stubborn bitch and listen out, I'll be-"

"And you'd still think I'd help you out after you've called me a bitch? You're obviously mistaken." Hermione shouted out, struggling to close the door. Damn he's strongshe thought. "Stop being childish. You should know that if you helped a Malfoy, you'd get rewarded." " Yeah, a coffin six feet under."" You shouldn't be so quick to doubt, As far as I'm concerned, somebody needs a date for the upcoming ball. " Malfoy gave her his well-known smirk. "Excuse me? And why in the name of Merlin would I want you to be my date?" Hermione screamed, outraged, as she swung open the door.

"Because if I'm not mistaken, Weasel King has dumped you for Lavender Brown." Malfoy's smirk widened, just as Hermione felt a twinge of annoyance.

"So what if he has? I don't remember asking you to be my partner." Hermione eyes flashed dangerously.

Completely undeterred by this statement, Malfoy leaned against the door frame. "You didn't. But I know you would because nobody can resist the Malfoy charm and you should be glad I haven't gone to McGonagall yet."

"Malfoy charm, now, is it?" Hermione snorted in disbelief. "Oh you know, the famous blonde hair that makes every girl melt and the smirk that everyone falters at, not to mention the-" "Stop, please, before I throw up. Why don't you just go find McGonagall! And leave me alone!" "Because having a Malfoy on your arm at a ball would increase even your ever-so-decreasing popularity."

"You're just afraid that if you do, you'd end up having Charms tuition with someone much worse," Hermione retorted confidently.Malfoy let out a snort of derisive laughter. "No one could be worse than you, Granger."

"Not even Ginny or Luna?" Hermione challenged Malfoy with a sneer of her own.

Malfoy's smirk fell back into place. "Weasley, undeniably, has looks ten times better than you do, and is probably more experienced. Maybe I could see what she knows."

"Don't you… don't you dare – "

"And Lovegood's not particularly unpleasant either; I could get her to open up in more ways than one, if you catch my drift." Malfoy continued to drawl.

"Malfoy, if you dare, if you ever touch my friends, I'll - "

"Forget the threat and let's get on with it. Will you do it, or not?" Malfoy's silver-grey eyes stared into Hermione's honey-brown ones, his expression unreadable.

Hermione envisioned the look on Ron's face at the ball if she went with Malfoy, how Ron would be livid with anger that he had not gotten to Hermione earlier; it would be exactly the same as the Yule Ball during the Triwizard Tournament.

Ron would be overcome in jealousy, as Hermione would be dancing gracefully with Malfoy –

Before she allowed her thoughts to stray any further, Hermione looked up at Malfoy with a shrewd sort of grimace. "There you go, Malfoy. I'm afraid that you've gotten yourself a deal."

(A/N: How was it? Like I said earlier, all constructive reviews are very much welcomed!)