Well, this is my first fic! Flames are accepted. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. If it was, do you REALLY think I would be writing this!

Chapter 1
Revenge

How could this be happening? She'd thought he was perfect. Well, they had both broken up with each other, and he was already going out with someone else and it had only been two days! Hermione sighed. There has to be some way I can get him back! Repay him for what he put me through! Hermione thought.

She decided she'd have to show him she didn't need him, didn't want him. She decided she'd have to show him how much better she could do. She thought for hours at a time, but she couldn't think of anything at all. Ron wasn't taking their breakup too hard, and Harry was pretty much staying away from them both.

Why were things so horrible? Hermione really liked Ron, but she just couldn't bring herself to tell him how much she really liked him. She even thought, for a split second or so, that maybe she loved him. It could be the truth, she was seventeen years old; she didn't know what love was, but she intended to find out.

The Graduation Ball was approaching, and Hermione had heard rumors about it for the last few weeks. She'd heard the strangest rumors, but she hoped one of them was true, owing to she was muggle born and had experience with it. The rumor that they had to wear muggle fancy clothes. Hermione smiled and imagined herself in a beautiful blue ball gown that had a crinoline underneath, making it flare out around her tiny waist. She bumped into someone in her daydreaming.

"Ouch! Hey, watch it!" Hermione stopped dead. Perfect!

"Draco! Draco, How are you?" Hermione smiled brightly at Draco, and Draco quirked a confused brow.

"What do you want?" Draco couldn't be mean to Hermione, Harry, or Ron anymore, though. That's why no 'Mudblood' or Granger' s were coming out of his mouth. Harry and Hermione had managed to save him last year, from a terrific (in Ron's eyes) death that would have been given to him by his father after he refused to join Voldemort. Lucious was now dead, but that did not stop Draco from having to make the deal with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"What do you want?" Draco repeated. He had his arms crossed, and his eyes were cold, but Hermione had to try. She seemed to falter in his cold stare, but she kept her confidence.

"Draco, I need your help."

"No." Draco turned around and started walking away. Hermione reached after him and grabbed his black robes. She held her determined look.

"Please, just listen!" she pleaded. He sighed impatiently and crossed his arms.

"I'll listen but I won't say yes."

"Okay. Me and Ron broke up."

"So I heard."

"Yeah, and, well, it hurts my feelings the way he's already going out with Lavender."

"Mmm."

"So, I was wondering. . .If you would pretend to be my boyfriend. . Because I knew it would really make him mad. . ."

"Uh-uh! No way! I'm not going to do that! That Weasley kid's got a nice left hook!" Draco looked serious, but Hermione couldn't hide a giggle.

"Please? Draco, please? Pleeeeeease?"

"Hermione, what are the chances that you shut up before you get your way?"

"Slim to none?" Hermione looked so desperate. Early morning, Hermione, early morning! Classes! She turned back to Draco from her thoughts quickly. "Listen, write me a note, I'll never give up! Pass it to me before Potions. Okay?" Hermione said hurriedly. Draco sighed impatiently.

"If I get caught passing notes to a Gryffindor. . ."

"You won't!" Hermione placed a hand on his arm and gave him her most confident look. "You wont!" Draco looked at her like he might smile at her before walking hurriedly away.

Hermione sighed and headed straight to Charms.

Potions was next, and Hermione could tell she was filling the air with tension. Harry leaned over to talk to her and his glasses slipped off his nose, but Hermione caught them, giggling. Why does that always happen when he's talking to me?

"Hermione, was Draco harassing you again?" Harry was serious. Hermione sighed. He was always the big brother type.

"No, I was talking to him."

"Is he holding up to the deal?"

"Yes, now, shhh! She bells about to ring!" And the bell did ring, about a second after Harry straightened back up.

Hermione got up and rushed out the door, for one, she was in a hurry to get to Draco, and two, seeing Ron and Lavender kiss like that was making her hurt.

Ron smirked as she walked ahead of him quickly.

"You, Hermione! Where you going in such a hurry! To try and get a boyfriend to make me jealous?" Ron laughed so hard he dropped all his books on Lavender's strappy-heeled feet.

"Ouch! Ron!" She hopped around on one foot, her blonde hair lightly bouncing from its rest on her shoulders. She had also dropped all her books. She ended up falling over, and Ron fell on top of her. Hermione rolled her eyes and took off down the hall.

"Here!" Draco pressed a weirdly folded note into Hermione's soft palm as he walked into class. Hermione figured she had a couple minutes, so she decided to stay out in the hallway and read it. It was written in a beautiful teal, messy, yet, neat cursive. Definitely Draco's handwriting.

Hermione,

I suppose I will do it for you, but if anyone at all in the Slytherin house finds out, you're in big trouble! Anyways, I suppose they will with the way I'm acting
around you and stuff. When do we start?

Draco

Hermione smiled to herself. Perfect! He would do it! Hermione stopped smiling at once, though. She was going to have to make some changes in her profile before this. At least Potions was the last class of the day. She'd have all night to do herself over, in personality and looks.

She sat down in potions and looked at Draco. He wasn't paying attention, but Hermione knew tonight was the night. She would show him she was really pretty. She wrote Draco a quick note, back and passed it to him after Potions.

Draco,

Meet me at the lake at sunset. Just be there, we can talk.

Hermione

Hermione wolfed down her supper, argued a little with Ron, and headed upstairs. The argument was still fresh in her mind.

"Talking to Malfoy, Hermione?"

"What's it to you, you uncaring, heartless asshole?" Hermione was anxious about her make-over and didn't want his teasing right now. She did hate it when he teased her despite she felt like it or not, though, because he used to always apologize for it when they were together.

"Damn! Time of the month, no doubt!" Ron laughed, and Lavender and Parvatti did, too. Dean, Seamus and maybe even Harry were laughing as well. Ginny didn't laugh, though. Ginny was giving Hermione her make-over.

"Actually, when you're an ass like you, this is normal!" Hermione got up and stalked out into the Hallway.

When she got to the girls' dorms, she started looking for a sexier outfit than what she usually wore: jeans and a T-shirt. She stopped for a second. Sexier? Hermione Nicole Granger what are you thinking! Well, at least a little showier than my usual. . .Hermione resumed her searching. She was getting frustrated at all the T-shirts and jeans she was finding when Ginny walked in.

Ginny had grown pretty over the years. Long, red curls, bright blue eyes, and a figure pretty nice for her age. Hermione had a nice figure, but she didn't show it off like Ginny usually did. Ginny was no slut, but her clothes were 'cute' and not just baggy, like most of Hermione's things.

"Lets get to work. You'll probably have to wear something of mine. We can expand it if it doesn't fit." Ginny got into her trunk and started pulling out tons and tons of 'cute' outfits. She wore a white skirt that fit slim and reached her thighs. Her shirt was sleeveless and fit her neck tightly. It was navy blue. Her shoes were black boots, and her curls were up in pig tails. She looked so adorable.

"Here!" Ginny said, suddenly, pulling out an outfit that was very un-Hermione-like. It was very pretty, though. It was a pale pink dress that was sleeveless and reached the thighs as well. It flared at the ends, but Ginny wasn't done with the outfit, yet. Pink sandals followed, along with a pink, see-through over-dress. Ginny made her put it on, and it fit like a charm (maybe it was).

Ginny started next with her eye make-up. She applied some purplish-pink shadow, first, and then some black mascara. It didn't really change the look of her lashes, but Hermione liked it. Ginny then put a light glitter charm on her eyes, so the shadow sparkled slightly in the light.

Next came Hermione's lips. Ginny put a light pink lip liner around the edges of her lips, and then ran some pink lip gloss over it. It was an astonishing effect.

Next was blush. Ginny had made Hermione's face pale, as if it wasn't enough already, but she made it more pale with powder. So, then the blush would stand out. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. Pink definitely looked good on Hermione.

"Good to go!" Ginny smiled, and somehow, Hermione did too. "Go on! Dream Boy is waiting! I bet you end up falling in love with him for real!" Ginny said, giggling.

"No! Ginny!"

"What! Just go, he's waiting! You don't want to be late!" Ginny shoved Hermione out of the girls' dorms, and Started with Hermione down the stairs.

"Where're you going looking like that?" Harry asked. Ron looked up from Lavender's homework (which he was trying to help her do) and gaped at Hermione for a second. He closed his mouth quickly before Lavender noticed.

"Out with my boyfriend for a walk!" Hermione said and turned and walked out of the portrait hole with help from Ginny. Ginny left her in the hallway with a "Good luck!" and Hermione was off.

Draco stood outside in the chilling breeze and pulled his silver cloak tighter around his shoulders. She said sunset, didn't she? Something ruffled the grass behind him, and he turned quickly. "Who's there?"

"Its just me." Hermione stepped out from behind a tree, a crimson cloak around her shoulders. Draco glanced her over and could see she wore not slacks, but a skirt.

"What're you wearing?" Draco asked, then winced, because that sounded slightly sick. She smiled, though, and Draco noticed the make-up on her face. Her eyes glittered and her lips shone, as he undid the top of her cloak. She pulled the cloak form her shoulders to reveal the pretty pink outfit, and the sandals. His mouth was starting to fall open when it was closed tightly again.

"So. . .What do you think?" Hermione smiled, and pulled the cloak off her all the way, and turning around, so he could see the back, too, and the way the dress flared out. He smiled a little, and then laughed a little.

"I think that's the last thing I ever expected Hermione Granger to wear, especially in coming to see me." Draco's smiled stayed in place, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh. He had this sarcastic way of making her laugh. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Nothing. . .Well, I mean. I just wanted to get something straight. No dissing me when no one's around and no disgusting remarks when we're in public."

"What do you mean by 'disgusting remarks'?"

"Like no 'damn, Hermione! You look nice and seductive tonight!' Stuff like that."

"I see."

"Yeah."

"Lost for words?"

"Kinda. . ."

"I might as well get used to this. . " Draco muttered under his breath. Draco leaned closer to Hermione but Hermione backed away quickly.

"I'm getting cold. . .I should go in." Hermione obviously didn't like the idea of Draco's lips against hers.

"Put your cloak on. Well, I have homework. See ya later, Honey." Draco stalked off up to the castle, hands in pockets. Hermione felt bad, but she'd work up to kissing him when she was ready. God, everything's happening so fast!

Hermione headed back into the Common Room and into bed. She hoped tomorrow wouldn't be as bad.

A/N Awesome! Im so proud of myself! (dramatic sigh)