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Hermione Granger turned over in her sleep and let out a groan. The sun was pouring through the window. Someone knocked on the door.
"Hermione! Are you awake yet?" an annoyingly chipper voice called out.
Hermione just groaned again and thought to herself, "If I ignore him, maybe he'll go away." While it was a good theory, it was proven false. The person at the door kept knocking.
"Hermione! Get up! Ginny wants to go to Diagon Alley so you can get a dress and we can pick up our suits! Don't make me come in there," the voice warned.
Hermione ignored the voice and threw the alarm clock in the general direction of the entrance. It hit the mirror that was about five feet away from the door, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.
Hermione just turned again and burrowed farther into the covers. "As if the Malfoy's don't have enough mirrors," she grumbled to herself.
The knocking didn't stop and soon the voice outside was joined by another one.
"Hey Potter, what's wrong with Hermione?" the new voice asked.
"No idea Malfoy. She's usually a morning person. She's refusing to wake up," Harry explained to Draco.
"Want me to wake her up?" Draco asked, the smirk evident in his voice.
"Be my guest. Good luck," Harry said.
Draco just sneered. He turned the door handle and entered the room, Harry in his wake, peering cautiously over his shoulder. Draco motioned for Harry to stay back and walked over to the bed. All that could be seen was some of Hermione's bushy hair sticking out of the top of the scarlet comforter. Draco surveyed Hermione, then pulled the comforter off the bed and yelled, "Wake up!"
Hermione let out a roar and took the closest object she could find, The Encyclopedia of Magical Objects, and threw it at Draco. He caught it effortlessly, six inches before his face, and placed it on her bedside table.
"Come on Granger. Get up and change, although I do like what you're wearing right now," Draco said, his voice dripping with sweetness.
Hermione looked down and gasped. All of her 'normal' pajama's were dirty, so she had to borrow a black dress thing from Ginny. Hermione had hated it, but didn't want to sleep in her clothes and had grudgingly put it on. Draco was looking her up and down, admiring the tank dress that stopped about six inches above her knees.
"Stop staring at me Malfoy! I'm not one of your whores." Hermione turned and glared at Harry. "I can't believe you let him come in here! Especially while I was sleeping. I could have had someone with me!"
Harry was about to say something but Draco cut him off. "Well Hermione, in case you have forgotten, this is my house, so I can be where ever I wish. And 'you could have someone with you?' Who? Potter here is getting it on with Weasleyette and Weasley himself would never have the guts to sleep with someone, let alone you!"
"Are you saying I'm not good enough for him?" Hermione snapped.
Draco looked honestly taken back. "I didn't mean that at all. In fact, you're too good for him. Besides, you're probably a virgin, so you wouldn't have anyone here with you," he said logically.
"Get out!" Hermione screeched. She couldn't believe how immature Draco was being. Draco exited the room with a smile on his face and left Harry in there.
"Sorry Hermione, but you wouldn't get up. Ginny wants to leave soon so you can get a dress for the party tonight."
"Shit! That's tonight?" Hermione exclaimed. Harry nodded. "Malfoy just had to take it upon himself to throw a pre-seventh year party. I don't want to go," she pouted.
"You have no choice, sorry Hermione. And sorry that I let him come in here, you aren't really mad, are you?"
"No, not at you anyway. The nerve of him! What if I was naked or something!? I don't even want to think about that! He'd enjoy it too much," she started ranting.
"He isn't really that bad you know," Harry said gently.
"Ha! If someone told me two years ago that Harry Potter would be telling me that Draco Malfoy isn't 'that bad', I would've recommended that they stop in to St. Mungo's to get their brain checked, but alas, it's happening! I still don't trust him further that I can throw him, and trust me, that's already in the negative numbers."
"Ok, but if you took the time to get to know him-"
"Harry, I don't want to get to know him. You know the only reason that I am even here is because I didn't want to spend the entire summer away from the wizarding world in America at dental conferences. Once we go back to school, I'll do exactly what I did last year. Only speak to him when I have to," Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Have it your way. Get dressed. Ron, Ginny and Draco are already ready."
"Oh my god, he's coming too? I can't believe my bad luck!"
"Just get dressed Hermione," Harry said as he shut the door.
Hermione took her sweet time. She normally didn't put much effort into looking good, and today was no exception. She went into her trunk, pulled out her worn copy of Hogwarts, A History, and sat down in the armchair near the window. She wanted to make them all wait for making her wake up. Especially Draco.
After 30 minutes of waiting around, Hermione was still absorbed in her book. A knock sounded on her door. "Hermione?" Draco's annoyed voice called out. She ignored him. "Granger?" He tried again, but she didn't answer.
He opened the door and saw her, still in Ginny's black dress thing, sitting in a chair, reading a book, and his eyes bulged. "Why aren't you dressed yet?" he demanded.
She yawned. "If you must know, I don't feel like getting dressed."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really," she said sweetly.
"Fine. Modivetment!" Draco pointed his wand at Hermione and she found herself dressed in muggle clothes.
"That was so rude! I can't believe you did that! And you have absolutely no respect! How dare you barge in here! I could have naked and you would've seen me! Besides, at some point during that spell I was naked! You are so horrible!" Hermione ranted.
Draco just shook his head in disbelief. He picked her up, put her over his shoulder and marched out of the room, only stopping to get her cloak from the hook on the bathroom door. Hermione was beating his back furiously with her fists and kicking her legs as hard as she possibly could.
"Put me down right this instant! You have no right to do this! Do you have any respect for anyone? Did you hear me? Put me down or, so help me god, I will curse you within an inch of your life!"
Draco ignored her and walked into the parlor, where Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were waiting with curious looks on their faces. When Draco entered, he grimaced and put her down. Hermione slapped him hard on the face and slouched over to Ginny.
Draco rubbed the spot on his face that was turning red and smirked. "Well, now that we're all ready, let's go."
Hermione sniffed distastefully and turned up her nose.
Draco took the pot of Floo Powder from the canister next to the fireplace and offered it to Hermione first.
She took a handful, and threw it into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" she yelled and was sucked into the chimney. She landed in Flourish and Blotts and was dusting herself off when Draco came through and landed right on top of her.
"Malfoy!" she screeched. Draco stood up and offered her his hand. She pushed his hand away and stood up, brushing herself off again. After everyone had come through, Ginny and Hermione went off to the fancy dress store and the boys went to pick up their suits. Ginny explained to Hermione that, "Getting clothes for the guys means going into the store, grabbing the first thing that fits, then going to Quality Quidditch Supplies while we spend hours trying to find the perfect dress. Good thing that we picked their tuxes out for them and they only need to pick them up."
"I don't see why we need to look good. It's just the Hogwarts' seventh years. Besides, we're having a ball at the end of the year, we shouldn't waste perfectly good money on two dresses."
"Yea, yea. I see what you're saying. Here, try this one on," Ginny said, shoving a dress at Hermione. It was a scarlet halter dress. Hermione shoved it back on the rack in disgust.
"I still don't see why Malfoy insists that we dress the muggle way." Hermione muttered to no one in particular, flipping through the rack of dresses. "Look at these! Horribly slutty! These are the things Pansy Parkinson would wear."
"Hermione? What is your problem? You're acting really bitchy, are you getting your period or something?" Ginny asked, exasperatedly.
"No! It's Malfoy! He's been increasingly annoying and he's rude."
"You mean he's annoying because he's being nice and civil and he's rude because he let us stay at his house all summer? He didn't have to let us stay there you know. I'm surprised he hasn't thrown you out because of the way you've been acting."
"Shut up Ginny. He's annoying and you know it. And I still don't trust him." Hermione snapped, jerking the dresses hard, earning her a disapproving look from the sales clerk at the counter.
"Of course you don't trust him. I mean, after he killed his own father to save you, I can see why he is completely untrustworthy." Ginny said sarcastically.
Hermione shot her a death glare, grabbed a handful of dresses and stalked off to the dressing room. She shut the door and sat down on the little bench. She put her head in her hands and took several deep breaths. She counted to ten and opened the door of the dressing room. "Gin?" she called out. Ginny was looking at dresses on the opposite side of the store, but walked over to Hermione when she called her.
"Yes?" she asked, somewhat rudely.
"I'm sorry I've been really bitchy lately. It's just, I don't know. Being around Malfoy, it just makes me angry. He tormented us for five years, and usually I'm not one to hold grudges, but some of the things he said... Well, they cut me real deep."
"I understand, but in the past year, has he said anything mean and degrading?" Ginny asked with raised eyebrows.
"Well, no," Hermione admitted sheepishly, a blush creeping to her cheeks.
Ginny's face lit up with surprise. "You fancy him, don't you?"
Hermione turned an interesting shade of magenta and managed to stutter out, "Wha- Of course I don't fancy him! What a ridiculous accusation! He's an insufferable git!"
"He's really sexy though," Ginny added with a devilish grin.
"Well, yea," Hermione said dreamily and caught herself. "No! No! No! He is not! He is a pale slimy albino womanizing ferret who just happens to have muscles! I don't fancy him! I don't appreciate the denunciation that you place upon me! I need to try on dresses."
Ginny giggled. "I wasn't accusing you, just stating the plain fact that Malfoy is a sexy beast!"
Hermione sighed exasperatedly and slammed the dressing room door, muttering obscenities.
Hermione stepped out of her clothes and grabbed a black sleeveless dress. She tried it on, but it was too big. Next, she put on a yellow dress that was held up by many strings that crisscrossed in the back. She had trouble figuring out how to put it on, and the color clashed with her hair, so she moved onto the next dress.
This was a green dress. It was a form fitting strapless and the gown flared into a sweep bottom at the knee. It had lace up spaghetti straps sides and the front was studded with silver rhinestones. Hermione absolutely loved it. She admired herself from all angles, and then stepped out of the dressing room, adjusting the top.
Looking down at the gown, she said, "Gin, what do you think? The only problem is my boobs are popping out. Do you think we have time to fix it?" She looked up and gasped.
Draco, Ron, and Harry were all staring at her in shock. Ginny was overcome with silent giggles. Hermione started to blush, but caught herself and said haughtily, "Well what do you boys think?"
Draco spoke up first. "Wow. That color looks great on you Hermione, and just, wow."
Hermione blushed slightly at his comment, but turned her nose up snootily. "Thank you for your opinion Malfoy, and I want know the opinion of someone who thinks with their brain, not another part of their anatomy."
Ginny rolled her eyes and Hermione turned to Harry and Ron. "Well?" she asked expectantly. "Since you just barged in here instead of spending time at the Quidditch store, you might as well tell me your opinion."
"I think you look great Hermione," Harry said with a grin.
"Yea, me too. Too bad it's Slytherin colors," Ron added.
Hermione looked down again. "Shoot, you're right. I should find something else then."
"I think that it's perfect for tonight. It will promote house unity," Draco said hopefully.
Hermione pondered this for a moment, and smiled. "I hate to admit it, but you're right Malfoy. I think I will get this, but I need to get the top adjusted a bit." She was practically spilling out and Draco turned away in embarrassment, while Ron gaped openly. Harry elbowed him in the ribs and Ron cleared his throat hurriedly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked back into the dressing room. She put her regular clothes back on and hung the dress on a hanger. She took the other dresses and hung them neatly on hangers as well and put them on the special hook labeled, "I don't want these!" They vanished immediately and were put back in their normal places.
She exited the dressing room and headed towards the counter, the green dress in her hand. She bought the dress and then stepped outside where everyone was waiting for her.
Hermione and Ginny went off together on the pretense of buying shoes, and left the boys alone. They returned to Malfoy Manor a little past four. Ginny and Hermione went to their bedrooms to start getting ready, and the boys went to practice Quidditch.
The party started at seven, so Hermione went downstairs at quarter of. Draco was standing in front of a mirror, trying to tie his bowtie. He was having extreme difficulties doing so.
"Damn Muggles! How the hell do they do this?" he was muttering to himself when Hermione walked up behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him around.
"What the fu- Hermione! You look great!" Draco said, surprised that she was willingly near him.
Hermione just smirked and started to tie his bowtie. "So the great Draco Malfoy has found something that he can't do," she commented dryly.
Draco snorted. "As if I need to know how to do this in the real world."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "You'd be surprised. Why did you want us to dress as Muggles anyway?"
"I had a deprived childhood," he muttered.
"There, all done." Hermione stepped back to admire her handy-work, and was pleased with the result.
Draco turned to the mirror. "Well hopefully you'll always be here to save my day."
"Not a chance." With that, Hermione turned and walked into the parlor, where the party was taking place.
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Author Note: First chapter... please read and review!
Hermione Granger turned over in her sleep and let out a groan. The sun was pouring through the window. Someone knocked on the door.
"Hermione! Are you awake yet?" an annoyingly chipper voice called out.
Hermione just groaned again and thought to herself, "If I ignore him, maybe he'll go away." While it was a good theory, it was proven false. The person at the door kept knocking.
"Hermione! Get up! Ginny wants to go to Diagon Alley so you can get a dress and we can pick up our suits! Don't make me come in there," the voice warned.
Hermione ignored the voice and threw the alarm clock in the general direction of the entrance. It hit the mirror that was about five feet away from the door, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.
Hermione just turned again and burrowed farther into the covers. "As if the Malfoy's don't have enough mirrors," she grumbled to herself.
The knocking didn't stop and soon the voice outside was joined by another one.
"Hey Potter, what's wrong with Hermione?" the new voice asked.
"No idea Malfoy. She's usually a morning person. She's refusing to wake up," Harry explained to Draco.
"Want me to wake her up?" Draco asked, the smirk evident in his voice.
"Be my guest. Good luck," Harry said.
Draco just sneered. He turned the door handle and entered the room, Harry in his wake, peering cautiously over his shoulder. Draco motioned for Harry to stay back and walked over to the bed. All that could be seen was some of Hermione's bushy hair sticking out of the top of the scarlet comforter. Draco surveyed Hermione, then pulled the comforter off the bed and yelled, "Wake up!"
Hermione let out a roar and took the closest object she could find, The Encyclopedia of Magical Objects, and threw it at Draco. He caught it effortlessly, six inches before his face, and placed it on her bedside table.
"Come on Granger. Get up and change, although I do like what you're wearing right now," Draco said, his voice dripping with sweetness.
Hermione looked down and gasped. All of her 'normal' pajama's were dirty, so she had to borrow a black dress thing from Ginny. Hermione had hated it, but didn't want to sleep in her clothes and had grudgingly put it on. Draco was looking her up and down, admiring the tank dress that stopped about six inches above her knees.
"Stop staring at me Malfoy! I'm not one of your whores." Hermione turned and glared at Harry. "I can't believe you let him come in here! Especially while I was sleeping. I could have had someone with me!"
Harry was about to say something but Draco cut him off. "Well Hermione, in case you have forgotten, this is my house, so I can be where ever I wish. And 'you could have someone with you?' Who? Potter here is getting it on with Weasleyette and Weasley himself would never have the guts to sleep with someone, let alone you!"
"Are you saying I'm not good enough for him?" Hermione snapped.
Draco looked honestly taken back. "I didn't mean that at all. In fact, you're too good for him. Besides, you're probably a virgin, so you wouldn't have anyone here with you," he said logically.
"Get out!" Hermione screeched. She couldn't believe how immature Draco was being. Draco exited the room with a smile on his face and left Harry in there.
"Sorry Hermione, but you wouldn't get up. Ginny wants to leave soon so you can get a dress for the party tonight."
"Shit! That's tonight?" Hermione exclaimed. Harry nodded. "Malfoy just had to take it upon himself to throw a pre-seventh year party. I don't want to go," she pouted.
"You have no choice, sorry Hermione. And sorry that I let him come in here, you aren't really mad, are you?"
"No, not at you anyway. The nerve of him! What if I was naked or something!? I don't even want to think about that! He'd enjoy it too much," she started ranting.
"He isn't really that bad you know," Harry said gently.
"Ha! If someone told me two years ago that Harry Potter would be telling me that Draco Malfoy isn't 'that bad', I would've recommended that they stop in to St. Mungo's to get their brain checked, but alas, it's happening! I still don't trust him further that I can throw him, and trust me, that's already in the negative numbers."
"Ok, but if you took the time to get to know him-"
"Harry, I don't want to get to know him. You know the only reason that I am even here is because I didn't want to spend the entire summer away from the wizarding world in America at dental conferences. Once we go back to school, I'll do exactly what I did last year. Only speak to him when I have to," Hermione said exasperatedly.
"Have it your way. Get dressed. Ron, Ginny and Draco are already ready."
"Oh my god, he's coming too? I can't believe my bad luck!"
"Just get dressed Hermione," Harry said as he shut the door.
Hermione took her sweet time. She normally didn't put much effort into looking good, and today was no exception. She went into her trunk, pulled out her worn copy of Hogwarts, A History, and sat down in the armchair near the window. She wanted to make them all wait for making her wake up. Especially Draco.
After 30 minutes of waiting around, Hermione was still absorbed in her book. A knock sounded on her door. "Hermione?" Draco's annoyed voice called out. She ignored him. "Granger?" He tried again, but she didn't answer.
He opened the door and saw her, still in Ginny's black dress thing, sitting in a chair, reading a book, and his eyes bulged. "Why aren't you dressed yet?" he demanded.
She yawned. "If you must know, I don't feel like getting dressed."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really," she said sweetly.
"Fine. Modivetment!" Draco pointed his wand at Hermione and she found herself dressed in muggle clothes.
"That was so rude! I can't believe you did that! And you have absolutely no respect! How dare you barge in here! I could have naked and you would've seen me! Besides, at some point during that spell I was naked! You are so horrible!" Hermione ranted.
Draco just shook his head in disbelief. He picked her up, put her over his shoulder and marched out of the room, only stopping to get her cloak from the hook on the bathroom door. Hermione was beating his back furiously with her fists and kicking her legs as hard as she possibly could.
"Put me down right this instant! You have no right to do this! Do you have any respect for anyone? Did you hear me? Put me down or, so help me god, I will curse you within an inch of your life!"
Draco ignored her and walked into the parlor, where Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were waiting with curious looks on their faces. When Draco entered, he grimaced and put her down. Hermione slapped him hard on the face and slouched over to Ginny.
Draco rubbed the spot on his face that was turning red and smirked. "Well, now that we're all ready, let's go."
Hermione sniffed distastefully and turned up her nose.
Draco took the pot of Floo Powder from the canister next to the fireplace and offered it to Hermione first.
She took a handful, and threw it into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" she yelled and was sucked into the chimney. She landed in Flourish and Blotts and was dusting herself off when Draco came through and landed right on top of her.
"Malfoy!" she screeched. Draco stood up and offered her his hand. She pushed his hand away and stood up, brushing herself off again. After everyone had come through, Ginny and Hermione went off to the fancy dress store and the boys went to pick up their suits. Ginny explained to Hermione that, "Getting clothes for the guys means going into the store, grabbing the first thing that fits, then going to Quality Quidditch Supplies while we spend hours trying to find the perfect dress. Good thing that we picked their tuxes out for them and they only need to pick them up."
"I don't see why we need to look good. It's just the Hogwarts' seventh years. Besides, we're having a ball at the end of the year, we shouldn't waste perfectly good money on two dresses."
"Yea, yea. I see what you're saying. Here, try this one on," Ginny said, shoving a dress at Hermione. It was a scarlet halter dress. Hermione shoved it back on the rack in disgust.
"I still don't see why Malfoy insists that we dress the muggle way." Hermione muttered to no one in particular, flipping through the rack of dresses. "Look at these! Horribly slutty! These are the things Pansy Parkinson would wear."
"Hermione? What is your problem? You're acting really bitchy, are you getting your period or something?" Ginny asked, exasperatedly.
"No! It's Malfoy! He's been increasingly annoying and he's rude."
"You mean he's annoying because he's being nice and civil and he's rude because he let us stay at his house all summer? He didn't have to let us stay there you know. I'm surprised he hasn't thrown you out because of the way you've been acting."
"Shut up Ginny. He's annoying and you know it. And I still don't trust him." Hermione snapped, jerking the dresses hard, earning her a disapproving look from the sales clerk at the counter.
"Of course you don't trust him. I mean, after he killed his own father to save you, I can see why he is completely untrustworthy." Ginny said sarcastically.
Hermione shot her a death glare, grabbed a handful of dresses and stalked off to the dressing room. She shut the door and sat down on the little bench. She put her head in her hands and took several deep breaths. She counted to ten and opened the door of the dressing room. "Gin?" she called out. Ginny was looking at dresses on the opposite side of the store, but walked over to Hermione when she called her.
"Yes?" she asked, somewhat rudely.
"I'm sorry I've been really bitchy lately. It's just, I don't know. Being around Malfoy, it just makes me angry. He tormented us for five years, and usually I'm not one to hold grudges, but some of the things he said... Well, they cut me real deep."
"I understand, but in the past year, has he said anything mean and degrading?" Ginny asked with raised eyebrows.
"Well, no," Hermione admitted sheepishly, a blush creeping to her cheeks.
Ginny's face lit up with surprise. "You fancy him, don't you?"
Hermione turned an interesting shade of magenta and managed to stutter out, "Wha- Of course I don't fancy him! What a ridiculous accusation! He's an insufferable git!"
"He's really sexy though," Ginny added with a devilish grin.
"Well, yea," Hermione said dreamily and caught herself. "No! No! No! He is not! He is a pale slimy albino womanizing ferret who just happens to have muscles! I don't fancy him! I don't appreciate the denunciation that you place upon me! I need to try on dresses."
Ginny giggled. "I wasn't accusing you, just stating the plain fact that Malfoy is a sexy beast!"
Hermione sighed exasperatedly and slammed the dressing room door, muttering obscenities.
Hermione stepped out of her clothes and grabbed a black sleeveless dress. She tried it on, but it was too big. Next, she put on a yellow dress that was held up by many strings that crisscrossed in the back. She had trouble figuring out how to put it on, and the color clashed with her hair, so she moved onto the next dress.
This was a green dress. It was a form fitting strapless and the gown flared into a sweep bottom at the knee. It had lace up spaghetti straps sides and the front was studded with silver rhinestones. Hermione absolutely loved it. She admired herself from all angles, and then stepped out of the dressing room, adjusting the top.
Looking down at the gown, she said, "Gin, what do you think? The only problem is my boobs are popping out. Do you think we have time to fix it?" She looked up and gasped.
Draco, Ron, and Harry were all staring at her in shock. Ginny was overcome with silent giggles. Hermione started to blush, but caught herself and said haughtily, "Well what do you boys think?"
Draco spoke up first. "Wow. That color looks great on you Hermione, and just, wow."
Hermione blushed slightly at his comment, but turned her nose up snootily. "Thank you for your opinion Malfoy, and I want know the opinion of someone who thinks with their brain, not another part of their anatomy."
Ginny rolled her eyes and Hermione turned to Harry and Ron. "Well?" she asked expectantly. "Since you just barged in here instead of spending time at the Quidditch store, you might as well tell me your opinion."
"I think you look great Hermione," Harry said with a grin.
"Yea, me too. Too bad it's Slytherin colors," Ron added.
Hermione looked down again. "Shoot, you're right. I should find something else then."
"I think that it's perfect for tonight. It will promote house unity," Draco said hopefully.
Hermione pondered this for a moment, and smiled. "I hate to admit it, but you're right Malfoy. I think I will get this, but I need to get the top adjusted a bit." She was practically spilling out and Draco turned away in embarrassment, while Ron gaped openly. Harry elbowed him in the ribs and Ron cleared his throat hurriedly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked back into the dressing room. She put her regular clothes back on and hung the dress on a hanger. She took the other dresses and hung them neatly on hangers as well and put them on the special hook labeled, "I don't want these!" They vanished immediately and were put back in their normal places.
She exited the dressing room and headed towards the counter, the green dress in her hand. She bought the dress and then stepped outside where everyone was waiting for her.
Hermione and Ginny went off together on the pretense of buying shoes, and left the boys alone. They returned to Malfoy Manor a little past four. Ginny and Hermione went to their bedrooms to start getting ready, and the boys went to practice Quidditch.
The party started at seven, so Hermione went downstairs at quarter of. Draco was standing in front of a mirror, trying to tie his bowtie. He was having extreme difficulties doing so.
"Damn Muggles! How the hell do they do this?" he was muttering to himself when Hermione walked up behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him around.
"What the fu- Hermione! You look great!" Draco said, surprised that she was willingly near him.
Hermione just smirked and started to tie his bowtie. "So the great Draco Malfoy has found something that he can't do," she commented dryly.
Draco snorted. "As if I need to know how to do this in the real world."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "You'd be surprised. Why did you want us to dress as Muggles anyway?"
"I had a deprived childhood," he muttered.
"There, all done." Hermione stepped back to admire her handy-work, and was pleased with the result.
Draco turned to the mirror. "Well hopefully you'll always be here to save my day."
"Not a chance." With that, Hermione turned and walked into the parlor, where the party was taking place.
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Author Note: First chapter... please read and review!