Disclaimer: Any character you recognize belongs to JK Rowling. Whoever you don't, belongs to me! At the end of each chapter, I'll put a disclaimer for each song.

Quick Summary: This is a little short story that I had that's been bugging me. It's no longer than 10 chapters, and is already completely pau on my laptop! Basically, each chapter is a song-fic! Hermione/Dean, Ginny/Blaise, Pansy/Seamus, Harry/Luna, Ron/Lavender! Everybody always sets Hermione's cousin up on blind dates that never work out for her. But this time, Ginny and Blaise decide to match her up to the only other person exactly like her. Draco Malfoy! How does Draco react to being set up with a Granger, and how does he feel when he finally meets his match?

Call Me

Holding her toes in her hands, she rested her feet against the edge of the glass table in front of the cream colored leather couch she was sitting on. Pink and silver colored nail polishes were scattered on top of the table, along with a nail file, nail clippers, a trash can, cottoned balls, and a bottle of lemon scented nail polish remover. Music blasted throughout the flat, while the aroma of nail polish, and remover took over. Singing along with the song, she continued to paint her toes. She painted every other toe pink, while making the others silver.

Wrap me in a bolt of lightning,

Send me on my way still smiling.

Maybe that's the way I should go,

Straight into the mouth of the unknown.

I left the spare key on the table,

Never really thought I'd be able

To say I merely visit on the weekend.

I lost my whole life and a dear friend

I've said it so many times

I would change my ways.

No, never mind…

God knows, I've tried.

Ignoring the fireplace as its flames started to roar into a bright, almost neon green shade, she continued to lightly pinch her baby toe in her fingers as she painted it the pearly pink color. Hearing a familiar deep voice turn her music down with an equally familiar muttered spell, she didn't bother to lift her head up. She already knew who it was. She didn't have to look up in order to see the familiar dark skin tone with the piercing indigo eyes, and the bouncing black curls. She didn't have to use her eyes to already know he was dressed in the same long black dress slacks that he always wore along with one of his rich colored turtle neck sweaters. He always dressed the same, never leaving any room for the element of surprise.

"Knock knock," called out the smooth voice.

Smiling down at her toes, she continued to paint them, "Hullo Blaise. What brings you here today?"

"Ginny told me you broke up with the wanker you were seeing."

Chuckling at how straight forward he was, she nodded her head. "Yes I did. I'm sure that you, Seamus and Dean are all excited."

"As well as Harry and Ron," Blaise chuckled, sitting on the cream colored suede couch chair across from the girl who was very interested in her toes. "Is there a reason you're painting your nails?" he asked her.

"The old paint was beginning to chip," she shrugged her shoulders. "And you should know me by now, Blaise. I can't stand to have a color on my nails for more than two weeks. I've been wearing that horrid green color for at least three weeks now."

"Do you miss him?"

"Oh god no," pleased with the colors of her toes, she finally looked up. Smirking as she realized she was correct, and that Blaise was wearing one of his many emerald colored turtle necks with his black slacks, she folded her arms over her chest. "I was only with him this long to prove to Seamus and Dean that I could stay with a guy for more than two months."

"So you decided to stay with him for two months and one day?"

"Don't judge me," she scolded him as if he were a child when she saw the way he cocked just one eyebrow at her. There was a glint in his indigo colored eyes, and when she saw the way he began to scratch at his jaw, she quickly shook her head. "No, Blaise."

"No Blaise, what?" he asked with a grin on his face.

"I'm sick of being set up," she groaned, already knowing why he was here. "If it didn't work with any of Seamus's mates or any of Dean's mates, or one of Ron's endless amount of cousins, it won't work with any of your mates."

Blaise laughed a little. He had to hand it to the girl. She was smart. Then again, she was related to the brightest-witch-of-their-age. "I'm only concerned for you, Rose," he told her. "And besides, you know by now that if I don't set you up this time, you're going to get stuck with another Auror."

"What?" quickly counting the endless amounts of blind dates that she had been sent on, she groaned. "It's Harry's turn to try to marry me off this time, isn't it?"

"They only mean well."

"I'm not a witch, Blaise," she chastised, feeling herself going into a lecture. "I don't have to be in a serious relationship at only twenty-two. I don't need to be married off with kids already. I'm still only young. I've got my career to think of. I just want to be able to go out on a night in the town, and not worry about being in love. Why can't they see that?"

"Because, my darling," he chastised her as well, "Ginny is a witch. Hermione is a witch. Pansy is a witch. Luna, and Lavender? They're witches as well. And they're all concerned that you aren't in love yet. They were all settled down when they were only eighteen years old, and only months after we all fought in a war. They're worried that if they can do it, then why can't you?"

She sighed. She's heard this all before. "And you guys?" she asked him. "You, Dean, Seamus, Harry and Ron, what do you all think of this?"

"We just don't want to have to hear our witches complaining about it anymore," Blaise sheepishly admitted to her. "And once Hermione owled everyone to tell them that you broke up with that wanker of yours, Ginny pounced on me. And not in the fun way either, mind you. None of us ever liked any of the muggle blokes you've been bringing home, and you obviously don't like any of the wizards that we've been introducing you to, so Ginny and I have the perfect bloke in mind for you."

"It isn't another Hufflepuff is it?" her face paled as she thought back to the last time Dean tried to set her up with one of their old school mates.

Blaise snorted, "Oh Merlin no," he shook his head. "This is one of my mates. Ginny and I think that you're both the perfect match for each other. You're going out tonight."

"What?"

"Ginny will be here in an hour with Hermione and Pansy," he said, standing up. "They'll help you get ready for the date."

Forgetting that her toes were still wet, she quickly jumped up to her feet as well, "You wait just one minute, Blaise Zabini," she shouted, following him over to her office, where the fireplace was, "What do you mean one of your mates?"

"I mean, he was in Slytherin with me."

"Dean is willing to let me go on a blind date with a Slytherin?" she's always wanted to try out a Slytherin, but seeing as her cousin and her boyfriend, and all of their best mates were from Gryffindor, she was forbidden to date one. Pansy and Blaise always agreed with their other halves, telling her how dangerous it was for someone with not even one ounce of magical blood in them to date a Slytherin. Not only was it unheard of, but she was related to the most powerful muggle-born in the entire wizarding world. They feared for her life.

Blaise stepped right into the fireplace. "About that," he stared into her eyes. "They don't really know about that part yet. I'll have Ginny tell you more about the date when she gets here."

Call me a sinner, call me a Saint

Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same.

Call me your favorite, call me the worst

Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt.

It's all that I can say. So I'll be on my way.

Smirking as he quickly recognized the muggle song coming from his best mate's office, Blaise stepped out of the fireplace. Using the same spell he just used at Rose's flat, he silenced the same song he just heard from Rose's muggle radio. Once the music was silenced, pale blonde hair flew up while storming quicksilver eyes peered up at him. Draco Malfoy! He was no longer the same bully from Hogwarts. Once the war was won by Potter and the rest of the good side, Draco no longer had to hide behind a mask of hatred. He could grow up, and show the world that he wasn't as prejudiced as he led them to believe. But as he grew from a weak and scrawny little boy, into a muscular and strong willed man, people began to fear him even more. Hiding the dark mark beneath a long silver colored jacket, Draco put down the quill in his hands.

"Blaise," a friendly smiled formed onto his pale pink lips. "Is anything wrong?"

"You haven't been in a relationship since that slag left you for Corner," Blaise nodded his head.

Draco groaned. He already knew where this was headed. "I already told you," he shook his head, "I'm not going on a blind date."

"But-"

"No!"

"I already told her you would go."

"Well go back, and tell her I won't."

"She just broke up with her boyfriend, who was a complete wanker by the way. And Ginny agrees with me, you two are perfect for each other."

"You mean you have your girlfriend's approval for me to be set up with this girl?"

"Yes?"

Seeing his friend nod his head, Draco noted the tiny smirk set on his lips. "Then, bloody hell no!"

"Mate, just meet up with Rose tonight. Trust me; you'll thank me for this one. You don't understand what I'm sacrificing just by making this happen."

"And what is that?"

"I'll possibly lose my Auror position, I'll most likely become maimed, and once the Weasleys find out that Ginny was the one who actually thought of this set up, I'll lose my girlfriend," Blaise's face wrinkled, and he threw himself down into the chair across from Draco. "Well I guess there is one upside to that. I want us to be buried together in the Zabini family plot. The Weasleys won't argue with that seeing as how they'll disown her anyways."

Draco listened to his mate exaggerate, and rolled his eyes. He laughed, but Blaise didn't join in, there was a serious tone to his eyes, which caused Draco to gulp. "Who the hell is this chick?"

"I can't tell you," Blaise rolled his eyes, "Because then it won't be considered a blind date. The date is tonight at eight. I'll stop by at six to help you get ready for it."

Draco watched as Blaise stood up, and he sighed. He really didn't want to have to do this. It's been one year since Astoria cheated on him, then left him for Michael Corner. If anyone had any doubts that Ravenclaws had it in them to help a woman cheat on her fiancée, then they were all sodding idiots. It wasn't as if he loved Astoria, but she was safe. Her family was just as honored as his had been, and her blood was as pure as his. He personally didn't care about blood, but he was a Malfoy. And if there was anything about Malfoys, it was that they kept their bloodline pure. The Greengrass family was the only other pureblooded family around who didn't mess their line up by mixing in any half-bloods, or a muggle-born. Astoria was his safest choice as a bride, then she did the one thing that no self-respecting pureblood would ever do; she cheated on him. That one dishonor was enough to make the entire Greengrass bloodline disown her. Even her sister Daphne refused to have anything to do with her after that. Cheating was just absolutely forbidden amongst the purebloods.

"At least tell me something about her so I'm prepared tonight," Draco stated once Blaise stepped into the fireplace. "Does she know who I am?"

"She knows of you, but you've never met before, nor does she know who she's meeting tonight," Blaise shook his head then sighed. "All I told her is that you were in Slytherin with me."

"Well what house was she in?" Draco asked. "It's only fair that I know, seeing as how she knows," Blaise's silence caused him to growl. "It's not a bloody Hufflepuff is it? I'll kill you, and all of the Weasleys if I have to."

Blaise chuckled. "No mate, you don't have to worry about that. She wasn't exactly in any house. Although seeing as how well I know her, I have no doubt she would've been either in Gryffindor or in Slytherin, but most likely Slytherin."

"Wait – she wasn't in any house at Hogwarts?" Blaise shook his head, and Draco rubbed his forehead, "Is she even a witch?"

"Nope. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

I finally put it all together,

But nothing really lasts forever.

I had to make a choice that was not mine,

I had to say goodbye for the last time.

I kept my whole life in a suitcase,

Never really stayed in one place.

Maybe that's the way it should be,

You know I live my life like a gypsy.

I've said it so many times

I would change my ways.

No, never mind…

God knows, I've tried.

They were all surrounding her. Jaded emerald eyes lined with black eyeliner looked down at her with a nervous glint. Toffee colored eyes was staring with a nervous glint, while ocean blue eyes watched her with a smug pride to it. Pin straight raven colored hair rested against tanned curving thighs while sleek caramel colored curls fell against ivory broadened shoulders. Pin straight hair that always reminded her of cinnamon on fire was tied up into a ponytail while lightly tanned freckles scattered along the pale face. By looking at the three of them, you would never be able to tell they were once enemies or that they were now the best of friends. Pansy wore a thigh lengthened pink skirt with a flirty white halter top. Hermione wore loose fitting jeans that reached between her thighs and knees, with a baby V-necked long sleeve shirt. Ginny's height allowed the simplicity of her long blue jean pants, and simple yellow colored baby tee, to make her like as if she were modeling the everyday wear.

"Why won't you guys just tell me who it is?"

It's been four hours since they arrived at Rose's flat, and the twenty-two year old was still pleading with them to tell her who she was being set up with. "We already told you Rose," Hermione rolled her eyes at her only and favorite cousin. "We can't tell you anything about him."

"Aside from the fact that he used to be in Slytherin," Ginny quickly added.

Rose's eyes met Pansy's, and she tried to read into her mind. She and Pansy had a special connection. Although Ginny was always Hermione's best friend, and Pansy often tried to kill Hermione before; once Rose started coming around the wizarding world more often, she formed an instant bond with Pansy. The former Slytherin girl reminded her of herself in so many ways, that she was now feeling betrayed by her best friend. "Pans," she began to whine, "Just tell me who it is. All these years you warned me of how I need to stay away from the Slytherin blokes, and now all of a sudden you're allowing me to go on this blind date? Just tell me who it is."

"Nuh-uh Rose," Pansy smirked, "And don't try to guilt me into telling you either."

"Stop being so whiny," Hermione scolded her cousin. "Now hurry up and get ready. Blaise said you have to meet his friend at eight. It's already seven."

Folding her arms over her chest, Rose frowned. "I already told Blaise that I don't want to go."

"Trust me," Ginny told her, still looking smug. "You do. Harry is already planning on setting you up with Zacharias."

Rose groaned, and rubbed her forehead. "I said no more Hufflepuffs. And no more blind dates. I'm tired of being set up."

"It took a lot of begging on our parts for Seamus and Dean to even consider this date," Pansy said. "And it's not as if Luna and Lavender are having any more luck with Harry and Ron right now either."

"I had to threaten to hex them just to keep them from murdering Blaise," Ginny agreed with widened eyes. "You would've thought Voldemort returned by the way Harry reacted. We went through a lot of trouble to get you this date Rose. Just go out with him tonight."

"And if you don't like it, then we'll leave you alone for a month," Hermione promised. "I'm just sick of seeing you bounce from one guy to another, Rose. You're twenty-two now, you have to settle down."

A low growl escaped Rose's throat. Whenever she spoke, it was as if she spoke to empty ears. "Fine," she sighed. "I'm only doing this so we don't get into another argument about me settling down. It isn't fair that you can hide whatever black eye I give you with magic."

"Thank you," Hermione grinned, moving towards her cousin's closet. "Dean wasn't happy when I went home with that black eye the last time we got into an argument."

Standing in front of the mirror, she stared at herself. Ivory skin glistened from the peach smelling lotion she always used while darkened honey colored eyes stared back at her. She hated this part about the blind dates the most. The girls would always come over, and try to turn her into something she wasn't, and she felt as if she were fooling her date; trying to trick them into liking someone she was for only a couple of hours. Dark caramel curls thickened with strips of raven colored streaks remained damp from the shower she just took, and still smelt like her honeysuckle shampoo. Knowing how much Rose hated to flat iron her hair, Pansy used her wand to straighten only the bangs. Side bangs fell on each side of her face, reaching right below her eyes, while she used the muggle hair products to help tame her tightened curls. Although she was a Granger, she didn't have her cousin's unlikely curse of having unmanageable hair. Her curls were tamable and neat as they fell in tight ringlets to the midsection of her back.

Ginny used her wand as well to apply the makeup. Although Rose was a simple girl, makeup was always her favorite toy. While they were growing up, she would always play with her mum's makeup, and try to apply it to herself. Hermione was the more conservative one, and would always tell on her for wearing makeup, which would result in Rose straddling Hermione, and covering her with makeup. It was a fun, and normal filled childhood. Until Hermione left to go to Hogwarts, and Rose had to go to school on her own, and had no one else to practice applying makeup on with. Lining Rose's cat shaped eyes with black eyeliner; Ginny noted how the girls nails were now painted pink, and silver. Lining the black with silver, she applied a light blushing pink color to Rose's eyes, and then shadowed it with silver to give it that smoky look. Soon her lips were painted a rose pink color as well, and a spell was placed on it to ensure the makeup remained perfect for the rest of the night.

Hermione stepped away from her cousin, and took in her features. Whereas she was the simple one in the family, Rose always had to be the rebel. Instead of being satisfied with just one earring, she had a pink colored industrial in each cartridge, along with three pink rose diamonds in each earlobe. A shining pink diamond pierced her left nose nostril, while a pink rose dangled from her navel. Standing there in just her pink laced knickers, and a pink laced bra, Rose looked more exotic than Hermione ever could. It was what made them different, but what brought them closer together. Hermione accepted that her cousin was larger in the chest area and curvier than she was, and she accepted the fact that her cousin was a bit on the wild side and more extravagant than herself while Rose accepted the fact that her cousin was more conservative. Rose admired Hermione for hiding her body, and didn't mock her for being more slender or having bushier curls than her own. The two cousins were nothing alike, and although most of their arguments ended in blood being drawn, the two were closer than the Weasleys had relatives. They never pressured the other into acting more like the other.

"I have the perfect outfit in mind for you," Hermione ended up grinning, stalking towards her cousin's walk-in closet.

Call me a sinner, call me a Saint

Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same.

Call me your favorite, call me the worst

Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt.

It's all that I can say. So I'll be on my way.

I'll always keep you inside.

You healed my heart and my life…

And you know I try.

Standing in only his emerald silk boxers, Draco stood in front of his mirror. Blaise was fussing around in his closet, and it was starting to irk him. From the moment that Blaise floo'd into the manor, he's been fussing with Draco, and muttering things to himself. First he forced Draco into the shower, and stood there… watching him shower… scrutinizing his every movement… ensuring that he scrubbed his body well enough to his liking. He even had the nerve to compliment Draco on using a sandalwood scented soap, claiming that this woman loved the scent of sandalwood. As if that wasn't weird enough, Blaise tried to attack him in the shower when he saw that Draco wasn't going to wash his own hair. After a few punches, and shampoo stinging eyes later, Draco finally gave in and began using the cinnamon scented shampoo. Now here he was… standing in front of his mirror, wearing nothing but boxers while Blaise raided his closet, and harassed his clothing.

Draco was proud of how much he filled out since Hogwarts, and to his pleasure, since Astoria left him. Proving to the world that he wasn't prejudiced against muggles, Draco went out and got a muggle membership to a muggle gym. Using his gym membership, he went at least once a day. Waking up at four every morning, he would go to the gym for two hours, then apparate home and shower. By the time he had to leave for work he was already feeling great. Then at eight every night, he would go jogging in muggle London. It was freeing to be in the muggle world. Nobody knew who he was there, and he could always just pass his dark mark off as a tattoo. He didn't have to worry about getting any fearful glances or have parents scurrying their kids away from him. In the muggle world, he could just be himself, and not be judged about it.

"Those boxers have to go," turning away from where he was now admiring the creases of his six pack, Draco looked at his mate with a bewildered look on his face. "She hates the color green."

"What?" Draco began to laugh hysterically now. "You mean to tell me that you're setting me up with someone who hates green? I am a Slytherin, Blaise. I take pride in my green and silver. This is never going to work out. What the bloody hell were you thinking?"

Tossing the clothes that he had picked out onto the bed, Blaise sighed. "It will work out Draco. She knows that you're a Slytherin, and she knows how much we Slytherins take pride in everything. Including our colors, but she also really hates green. I don't know why, she just does. So please just change your boxers."

"No," feeling a bit childish at his response, Draco folded his arms across his chest. "It isn't as if she's going to see my boxers anyway. I'm not planning on stripping for this woman."

The smirk that fell upon Blaise's face was frightening, causing Draco to take a step back. "Trust me," Blaise snorted. "Once you see her, you'll change your mind."

"I doubt it," Draco snorted back. "I'm only doing this so you'll leave me alone. I should be jogging right now. Not being forced onto some stupid blind date with some woman that I don't even know, and already hates my colors. Which by the way – how does this muggle know about Slytherin? Or all about me? I thought you said she wasn't a witch."

"She isn't," picking the clothes back up once more; Blaise shook his head and walked back to the closet, "She's cousins with a muggle-born though. And that's all I'm telling you. If you want to know more, you can ask her about it over dinner."

Sighing, Draco followed his friend into the closet, "Where am I taking her anyway?"

Not caring that he was turning Draco's closet into a hurricane, Blaise threw items of clothing all around the large room sized closet, tossing them onto the floor. "It's a muggle restaurant. Ginny's going to apparate her there, and I'll apparate you. You'll both arrive at eight on the dot then you'll walk in together. The reservation is under your name already."

"Planned this all out have you," Draco growled, accepting the clothes thrown into his arms.

Call me a sinner, call me a Saint

Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same.

Call me your favorite, call me the worst

Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt.

It's all that I can say. So I'll be on my way.

So I'll be on my way.

So I'll be on my way!

Disclaimer: Song- Call Me, Artist- Shindown

Please review. I know I have so many in-progress stories already posted up, but this one is already completely pau on my laptop. And it was super fun to write(: please review. I've never done an entire story based off of songs before, so this is new to me and I want to know what you guys think of it!