Bwah! Muteki! I'm back! (Too soon you say?) As long as their are ideas in my head and love for Draco in my heart I will continue to do HP fics!! ~_^ I was contemplating on a Draco/Ginny fic actually but I'm happy to say that I've come back from the Dark Side (dun dun dunn!) Though I have read a good D/G fic I most certainly don't like the pairing. Mostly I just don't like Ginny. Bwahaha. I can't help it. She bugs me. But I did want to do a lighter Draco/Herm fic with a touch of slash *throws lemons* hee hee

Well read and review please! I really do love comments!

Oh and by the way I don't own HP! JK Rowling is the one making the millions of dollars not me. So don't sue! You'll only get my life savings- $20!

Draco sat down gracefully at the Slytherin table in the great hall. Pansy Parkinson smiled suggestively at him. He winked back and she looked faint.

Too bad he didn't care much for Pansy. Besides he was already going out with a 5th year Ravenclaw, Lucky Redbop. Lucky was nothing short of gorgeous while Pansy tended to be a bit mental.

"Excuse me..." a soft-spoken voice said clearly from behind him.

"Hmm...?" Draco replied twisting around in his chair.

His incredibly hot cousin, Dominique Malfoy, a happy, yet quiet 3rd year Slytherin was standing behind him. She smiled sweetly.

"Good morning, Draco," Dominique said, "I'm afraid I need your help. Can I talk to you?"

Dominique was tall for her age and getting quite shapely. She had sharp blue eyes and long white blonde hair, quite like his, with the straightly cut ends dipped into a hot red color. She was hidden underneath different layers of black robes with Slytherin crests on all of them.

"Lead the way," he said simply, rising to follow her into an empty hallway.

He folded his arms across his chest, raised his eyebrows and looked down at her.

"Thank you cousin," she smiled, "I was wondering if you could apologize to Hermione Granger and her friends."

"Apologize?" he sputtered, barely able to contain his laughter, "That's rich."

"Seriously," Dominique said solemnly, "Please cousin."

"Domi," Draco said, genuinely amused, patting her head, "Why in the world are you asking me this?"

"Because she has the best marks in the entire school. I need a tutor. And as soon as I introduce myself she'll just blow me off because of you."

Draco considered this. He did love attention. And there was a good chance that he would get a lot of attention if he tried to be a little nicer to Pothead and Co. Of course he did repulse the idea of being nice to them altogether. He would confuse and irritate them much more by playing nice though since they certainly knew that he didn't know what the dictionary definition of 'nice' even was. He smiled wickedly.

"That's a pretty unsavory idea," he said aloud, "Granger is pretty unsavory too."

"Oh please cousin!" Dominique cried, making horrid puppy-dog eyes.

He grimaced, "Whatever happens I blame you."

"Thank you!" she said, hugging him quickly.

"Yeah, yeah," he said patting her head.

They went back into the great hall and sat next to each other at the Slytherin table. Dominique was the 2nd most respected Slytherin in their house because of her obvious relation to Draco. She would be very powerful when she put her mind to her work as well.

And as much as it pained Draco to admit it, he had a soft spot for the kid. Her father was his father's brother, Lukas Malfoy, but he was quite different from Lucius. He actually cared and loved his daughter.

Not that Draco cared for love. Eye candy maybe. Lucky was great eye candy. It took great strength on his part not to grab her and snog her until she suffocated. But that's all it would ever be, lust. If she died tomorrow he wouldn't care. He'd move on to the next sexy Ravenclaw to catch his eye. Why Ravenclaw? Because most of the Slytherin women were not very fetching. They were also quite manipulative and dominatrix-like.

Hufflepuffs had their occasional vixen but Hufflepuffs nauseated him. They were much to goody-goody for him to handle. They wouldn't think to date a Slytherin anyway. They thought of us as the direct spawn of demons.

Gryffindors were out of the question. Gryffindors irritated him and were too righteous. They fancied themselves everything and a bag of chips. He thought they were a bit too cocky to stand. But he'd always had some fantasies about turning Lavender Brown to the dark side.

He heard bright laughter and pushed his thoughts away. He glared over at the Gryffindor table. The Boy Who Has No Taste, Ron the Red, Ms. Bookworm, and Weasllette were talking happily. He felt blinded by their smiles. Ugh. And he had to apologize to those idiots? He felt his diginity and judgement go down a point.

"It won't be too excrutiating to be nice to them for a little, will it, cousin?" Dominique smiled, almost reading his thoughts.

"I won't know what to do with myself. I mean this will be the nicest thing I've ever done. Kindness might taint me!" Draco sighed, "If I faint you'll have to do a memory charm on everyone."

She giggled. She appreciated what Draco was doing. He knew that this was important to her. And although he wasn't just doing it for her he still felt a little joy from knowing that she needed him.

He stood up and stalked over to The Most Annoying Boy Who Unfortunatly Lived. Potter turned with a look of heavy disgust on his face. Granger, seated beside him, turned also, with a similar look on her face lined with a nervous look. The red haired pair glared hatefully at him.

He laughed and said in a crisp tone, "Your faces are screwed up in some of the most ugliest ways that it's simply a marvel to witness."

"Spare the chat," Potty said through gritted teeth, "What do you want?"

"Oh let's see..." he smiled, innocently tapping his chin, "I'd love to out mark Grangie, I'd really adore some brand new cloaks, preferably in different shades of black, maybe a few more girls to add to my harem and my own sex slave to make me rich, hot coffee every morning in bed."

They grimaced.

He licked his lips and added, "Especially the last bit."

"You make me sick," Weasel growled.

"I know," Draco sighed happily, "It warms my heart."

"Get on with it Malfoy," a bold miniature Weasely, Gena or something, said, "Or get away."

"Fantastically put, Jena, my dear!" he exclaimed, "You get more audacious everyday. I'd like to think I have a small part to that. You're welcome to thank me anytime."

"It's Ginny," she corrected.

"Whatever," Draco said casually, "Does it really matter? I've come to apologize."

The Gryffindor table quieted suddenly. Draco chuckled to himself. He wished he had his own spotlight. He'd look even sexier that way.

"Can you repeat that?" Granger said, dangerously quiet.

"I asked Gene darling if it really mattered if I memorized her name or not. Which I really don't think that it's a big issue. Once I finally remember it I'd probably make fun of it. And I don't know if you would really care in the first place. You don't like me I don't really like you so let's shake and call it even."

"After that," Granger said in a bit more annoyed tone.

"Oh yes, of course love muffin," he smiled charmingly watching Granger roll her eyes, "I said I've come to apologize. Don't you all speak English as fluent as I?"

"...Smashing," said The Boy Who Obviously Wasn't Buying My Bullshit wryly, "Apologize then."

"Right, Sorry Ronnie for downing everything about you. Although you started it. You made fun of my name."

"...That's your reason for making my life a living hell?!" Wheezy said hotly.

"I'm a very sensitive person underneath," he sighed dramatically, "And I do love revenge."

Wheezy's eye twitched, his hands curled into fists and Draco resumed.

"Sorry, Jinx, for whatever I might of said. I'm not really sure I did say anything but who knows," Draco said to the youngest diseased red head.

"...Ginny," she repeated.

Draco ignored her and continued, "Oh, Potty, where to start... Sorry even though you pretty much snubbed me when we first met."

"You have stupid reasons for being mean to other people," Harry said angrily, glaring through his glasses.

"Maybe. But really I do love revenge. I'm not use to rejection. Should have taken that into account four-eyes," Draco smirked, "But, hey, at least I'm apologizing. It's a surprise to all of us."

He turned to Granger finally and looked hard at her. She probably was afraid that he would apologize to everyone but her since she was after all a mudblood. He had probably got to her much more than Potty. She looked quite frightened of him. Her thick brown hair was slightly unkept and her deep brown eyes were mesmerized, like she didn't believe this was happening. Couldn't blame her though. He suddenly remembered a sting to his cheek. He was still a little moody about her rash physical violence directed to his beautiful face. If he were ever disfigured he would surely kill himself.

But Draco was the perfect actor. He smiled and said, "Sorry for being an ass, Granger. Hope there isn't too many hard feelings."

She blinked. He hoped she wouldn't cry or anything.

"Why are you apologizing?" she asked finally.

"Oh because I've fallen in love with you of course," he winked.

Her face turned the slightest color of pink and Draco could barely hold the laughter inside. She looked pissed though.

"I'd like the truth if you don't mind," she replied.

"Hmm..." Draco paused, "Well I figured it wouldn't be too awful if we were on friendly terms. I'm bored with insulting you since there's no real point to it. Besides it's not like it would be terrible if we were to get along."

They seemed to consider his words. They didn't look too convinced though.

"So let's start new ok?" Draco smiled as sweetly as he possibly could, "I'm Draco Malfoy."

Pooter looked suspicious but said slowly, "Hi...I'm...Harry Potter."

Poor sap was too good for his own health. This delighted Draco to the fullest. He would have fun with this 'nice' thing. He knew it.

"Well, well! A celebrity in our midst! Nice to meet you, Harry."

"...Hello...I'm...Ron. Ron Weasely. This is my sister...Ginny Weasely," Ronnie said, still looking a bit shirty.

"How do you do, Ron? And many hellos to you too Jenny!"

"Ginny!"

"I'll get it eventually," Draco shrugged. He turned to Granger expectantly. He will especially like to annoy Granger.

"My name is Hermione Granger," she said politely, still cautious, "Nice to meet you...Mr. Malfoy."

Mr. Malfoy? That was horrible! He wasn't his father yet.

"The pleasure is all mine, Hermione," Draco smiled wickedly, "I hope to see you all later. And it's 'Draco' please."

"Yeah... Sure," annoyed Pots replied as he walked back to the Slytherin table.

He sat down next to Dominique and said, "Good job, Draco?"

"Good job, Draco," she giggled.

"Yay," I replied, digging into dinner.