Disclaimer: The Harry potter series does not belong to me.

A/N: HERE IT IS! THE ZIT SERIES! I'M SOOOOOO EXCITED! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THIS IS BEING POSTED UP! FINALLY! WE'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR SOOO LONG! LIKE A MONTH! THAT IS THE LONGEST THAT I'VE EVER WORKED ON A STORY.

OKAY SO THIS IS A SERIES. IT'S CALLED THE ZIT SERIES! THE OTHER ONES IN THE SERIES ARE:

Tamaki's Greatest Dilemma by Miss Mary Sue

She's doing it on Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club.

Edward Learns About Acne by larrythestapler

She's doing Edward from Twilight.

Do You Use Moisturizer? by kasplosion

She's doing Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender.

Sasuke's Sticky Situation by asianangelgirl

She's doing Sasuke from Naruto.

GO READ THEM TOO! But only after you read mine. Okay enough with the rambles, on to my feature presentation.

{Part One}

Draco groaned as the warm rays of the sun peeked through the curtains and hit his face. "Uggh." He rolled over, his back to the sun. He went back to sleep.

"Draco!" Draco ignored the voice, preferring to sleep.

"Draco!" A hand shook his shoulder. Draco just rolled over. He snuggled his silk comforter and sighed in content.

"Get up!" The hand shook harder. Draco opened his eyes and groaned. Goyle's ugly, replulsive face was not the first thing he wanted to see in the morning.

Especially after he woke up from a dream about Hermione. Oh Hermione…His angel. Draco sighed and stared off into space thinking of his beloved. He gave a sigh. If only it was requited (which it wasn't). Draco's eyelids drooped as he imagined Hermione running into his arms telling him that she loved him.

Goyle shook his shoulder roughly again. Draco's eyes snapped open.

"What do you want?" Draco grumbled, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He glared, but didn't look half as threatening since he sat there in an oversized bed with silk pajamas and mussed up hair.

"Come on, today is Saturday," Goyle responded gruffly. Draco couldn't help but wince at the quality of Goyle's tone. Even his voice was ugly.

"Exactly. Saturday. Which means sleeping in. Now leave me alone," Draco replied, pulling the covers over his head. After all, he needed his beauty sleep. Being this handsome didn't come easily so easily to him…Okay, maybe it did.

"It's Hogsmade weekend. You finally got that date with Hermione today," Goyle said, as he turned around and walked out the room.

Immediately, Draco jumped out of bed. "Hermione! How could I forget? OH. What time is it?"

"Nine," Blaise answered, not looking up from his book.

"Shit. The date is at 12!" Draco cried. He quickly got up and started stripping off his cloths so that he could take a shower.

"What's so bad about that?" Blaise asked calmly, turning the page.

"Come on, Blaise. You know how long it takes me to get ready." Draco answered, grabbing a towel and turning around to head to the showers.

"Oh yeah…Have fun with that," Blaise commented, not very interested.

Blaise, who was sitting on his bed reading, looked up and laughed at Draco's panicked expression. Well, he laughed for a second, before his eyes fell upon something on Draco's face.

Blaise's eyes widened and his mouth was agape in horror.

Draco looked up to meet Blaise's horrified eyes. "What happened? Why are you looking at me like that You've seen my gorgeous body tons of times before. You never gaped then. Did you just realize that you are madly in love with me or something?"

Blaise just stared like a gaping fish. He raised a shaking hand and pointed at Draco. "Y-you-your…face…" Blaise's skin was pale in horror.

Draco raised a hand to his face, and felt his smooth, baby soft skin. "What are you talking about? My face is just as beautiful as normal. So are you admiring that? You see it every day. Nothing new."

Blaise just shook his head, his eyes still wide in horror. "No…It isn't…I mean…I don't'…I-…It's so huge…"

"What is?" Draco turned around and headed toward his side table, rummaging through its contents. He pulled out a small compact mirror. He felt a sense of dread run through his veins as he opened it.

He held the mirror to his face and couldn't help but let out a scream. It was filled with disgust, detestation, revulsion, outrage, incredulity, disgrace, and humiliation.

The ghosts cringed, along with any innocent people wandering the halls. The portraits, even the ones located on the other side of the castle, frowned as the scream reached them. And mirrors, located all throughout the castle, Madame Pomfrey and Snape stare in shock as the potion bottles exploded right in front of their eyes. Yes. It was a very, very loud scream.

He fainted. Yes. He fainted. He dropped right down onto the floor amongst the dirt and dust.

Blaise just walked over to him and crouched down next to the unconscious teen.

"Draco?" Blaise poked him. No response. Blaise just shrugged and got up leaving, whistling the tune of a muggle song that he heard Draco listening to the other day. Though, he turned around and gave one last look at Draco's face and shuddered.

Upon Draco's face- his perfect face- laid a zit. A big fat zit. Oh, the horror!

"Uggh…What's going on?" Draco mumbled as he got up off the floor. "Why am I naked? What is this mirror doing here?" Draco asked the empty dorm room. He stood up straight, rubbing his head. "What happened?" He looked around absently, tyring to figure out why he woke up naked on the floor.

He ran through a list of ideas…

Attack of the obsessed fangirls? No, they would have done 'the dirty deed' with him while they were at it.

He fell asleep? No, not on the cold, hard floor without his soft silky sheets.

Goyle cut some cheese and he passed out from the gas? No, there was no lingering smell in the air.

Then what happened?! His eyes fell upon the small mirror lying on the floor.

Suddenly, it all came back to him…

Draco walked over to the bathroom, straight to the big mirror, hoping that it was all a dream. A horrible, frightening nightmare. He walked slowly, taking his time and dreading what he would inevitably see.

But there it was. The zit… It wasn't a dream.

Draco's eyes widened in revulsion. It really was there. The blemish marring his perfect skin…His beautiful, soft, pale skin. Well…Not so perfect anymore. Draco let out a small sob.

Draco put a hand to his cheek and winced as he felt the bump under his perfectly manicured finger. The zit was of a horrendous size. It would be impossible to not notice it. Draco gave himself a small smile, hoping that the beautifulness of his smile would distract from the zit. It didn't.

Draco got a brush and tried to comb his silky, golden locks over his zit. Did it cover it? Yes. Did it conceal it? No. The zit showed through the strands of hair. Sighing in disappointment, Draco combed his hair back. He looked around the room.

His piercing grey eyes landed on the clock. "11 o'clock?! Oh shit. I still have to get ready!" After all, one hour wasn't nearly as much time as he needed.

Draco jumped into the shower stall and took the fastest shower of his life. He quickly toweled himself off and threw on a T-shirt and a pair of designer jeans. He fixed his hair and sighed upon noticing the zit. It was so big. It was impossible to not notice. Draco sighed as the thoughts ran through his head.

He was supposed to be so beautiful. SO perfect. Everyone else looked up to him as a hot role model. And here he was. Less hot.

An atrocious thought struck him. What if the zit was the start of many?! He shook his head to get rid of the thought and knocked on wood. No! He was perfect. This was going to be the first and ONLY zit he ever had. Still, Draco sunk deeper and deeper into a spiraling depression.

As he stood there, he got an idea.

Draco sped out of the bathroom and scrambled around the dorm room, looking through the piles of clothes lying all over the floor for something. "Where is it? Where is it?" he mumbled to himself.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes, he found it. His scarf. It was hidden away under the bed, strewn with all the other cloths lying about. After all, it was boys' dorm. And, like most other boys' dorms, it was messy. Very messy.

Sighing, Draco grabbed his scarf and went over to the mirror again. It was right there. On his cheek. A big, ugly zit. Draco gave another half sob at the loss of his face's perfection.

Once the tears subsided, Draco sighed. (He's been doing that a lot ever since the zit appeared. It was starting to stress him out!) He wrapped the scarf oddly around his neck and face, so that it covered his imperfection. Then he sighed once again and headed out of the dorm.

The common room was oddly deserted when he walked down the staircase, even though it was Saturday. They all probably had things to do. Or, they were sleeping in. Lucky! But then again, Draco would much rather go on a date with Hermione than sleep in.

Draco walked past the armchairs to and was about to head outside, when he heard footsteps and a voice calling his name. "Draco! Wait!"

Draco turned around to meet Pansy. He nodded in her direction, with a pissed off expression on his face. "What do you want?"

"Oh. Blaise told me about your zit. He seemed scared. Where is it?! I have some crème for you," she replied as she handed him a little tube.

Draco glared. How dare Blaise tell her! At this rate, the whole school would know! "Thank you," Draco responded coldly, taking the crème and turning around.

"Wait, Draco! You have to show me it so that I can tell you how much crème to put on!"

Draco turned around once again and gruffly pulled down his scarf, only to hear Pansy gasp. "Um…Wow…That's…umm…big. Err... Squirt out the crème along your finger, until it covers it all. Then rub that all over and around the zit…"

Draco just glared at the frightened quality of her voice and turned around to leave the common room. He turned back one time to spare a glance at her, "Oh yeah! Pansy, if you dare tell anyone about this unfortunate blemish, then I will skin you alive, dump you in a tub of salt, and feed you to penguins. Tell Blaise not to tell anyone either." Pansy gave a squeak and urgent nodding of her head.

Once out, he headed straight to a bathroom so that he could apply the crème.

"Okay…One finger…Hmm," He bit his lip in concentration as he squirted it out and applied it to his zit. He watched in expectation. Nothing happened. "Maybe I didn't put enough," he mumbled to himself. He put more on, twice as much as Pansy had told him to put.

Draco watched as his zit started to shrink. He smiled as it grew smaller and smaller. And then, suddenly, it grew rapidly. Draco stared. It was twice as big as how it had begun. "Arrrgh!" he threw the crème in the trash in a fit of anger.

He glared and poked his zit. It was there… Not his imagination. Sighing in defeat, he pulled his scarf over his cheek to cover the humongous zit and left the bathroom.

Sighing, Draco slouched through the deserted halls. He glanced at his watch. Damn. It was almost 11.

He picked up his speed as he maneuvered around the staircases. Draco looked down at his feet in resignation. He was ugly. It was true. His beautiful face was scarred by the horrible ugly monster that decided to latch onto his face.

Hermione…She had finally decided to go on a date with him. This was supposed to be his day. The day he was supposed to woo her. Everything was supposed to be perfect…Not like this. Of all the days that he could get a zit, it had to be today. The day of his first date with Hermione. Why was fate against him?

Draco raised a hand and touched his cheek, feeling the big blemish on his skin. He gave a little sniff as he walked along, still looking at his feet, when suddenly, SMACK!

Draco toppled over, landing on top of a warm soft body. He looked down. "Hermione?!"

Hermione blushed and squirmed awkwardly under his weight. "Yes. Now can you please get off me?"

Draco smirked and pushed his body against hers. "No. I think I'd rather just lay here with you," he commented lightly.

Hermione's blush deepened and she managed to glare at Draco. However, it did not seem quite so intimidating. Actually, it was quite the opposite.

Draco let out a small laugh and mumbled "just kidding" before getting off of Hermione and helping her up.

"So what are you doing here?" Draco questioned in confusion. After all, she was supposed to meet him in the Great Hall.

"Well. It's past 12. I was worried that you were blowing me off," she replied, brushing the dust off of her tight white tank top and denim mini-skirt. Draco practically drooled. When Hermione noticed his obvious drooling, she rolled her eyes and waved her hand in front of the hormone-driven teen's face. He snapped out of it and wiped the drool off.

"Blowing you off? I pestered you forever to finally get you to go on just one date with me! I would never blow you off. Not even if Lord Moldy Butt attacked the school right this very moment," Draco announced.

"Haha. More like stalked me. Anyways,that's what Harry told me. I mean about how you would never blow me off. So I came to look for you. Well… I did look like a bit of an idiot standing in the Great Hall all alone," Hermione replied.

"I wasn't stalking… Okay maybe a little," Draco said. "So Potter is good for something after all," he mumbled as an afterthought.

"What did you say?"

"Oh. Nothing. Let's go to Hogsmede!" Draco looped his arm through Hermione's and led her along the hallways.

An awkward silence descended upon them. After all, what would they talk about? Most of their previous conversations were not really conversations; just a lot of Draco's flirting.

They walked along quietly, with their arms looped together. The double-door entrance to the Hogwarts castle stood open, letting students come and go as they liked. Hermione and Draco strode through the doors, to meet a beautiful, bright, sunny day.

Draco let out a long sigh of content, "It's such a beautiful day today!" He commented. Hermione just 'hmm'ed' in agreement. The silence once again set upon them.

"Hey, Draco?" Hermione started, breaking the silence. Draco looked up, startled.

"Yes?"

"Why are you wearing a scarf?" She asked.

Draco's eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. He pulled lightly at it. "I-umm…It's just…I. I felt like wearing it."

Hermione let out a light laugh that made Draco's heart leap. "On such a hot day like this?"

"Um…Yeah," Draco answered.

Hermione just laughed again, "Yeah right! Come on! You can tell me. What are you hiding under that scarf of yours?"

"Nothing! What makes you think that I'm hiding something?!" Draco defended. He could feel the sweat trickling down my palms. Why did she have to bring this up?! He had forgotten all about the unfortunate incident!

"Ummm…The fact that you are wearing a scarf when its 88 degrees outside," Hermione commented. Draco just laughed nervously and avoided the question. Instead, he pulled her to Zonko's.

As they played around with this and that, he could feel her gaze wandering over to him, questioning the scarf. But he couldn't tell her. She would run and scream in terror. Draco bowed his head in defeat. There was no choice. All he could do was hide it.

Meanwhile, Hermione started plotting. Plotting on how to get the scarf off of her date. Her lips twisted up into a taunting grin as the ideas surfaced.

A/N: Okay...I can't believe this is posted! I already have part 2 written up. Once I get enough reviews, I'lll post it up.

I can't belive that this is happening....My friends and I have worked really hard in these stories. Please do review! Pretty please with a cherry on top!

Please go read the other Zit fics, after you read, review, and story alert this one.

Oh yeah, if you guys have any plans that you want Hermione to act out, then please review and tell me. I'll put it in the story.

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