Hey just a cliché one shot, for Hermione's Birthday (today) It's very short, so it works best if you read every word (just a suggestion, don't shoot me) so away we go!

Disclaimer: Mwahahaah do I really have to repeat it?

"Hey 'Mione! Happy Birthday!" Harry hollered along the corridor. Ginny and Ron flanked him, I beamed, averting my eyes from Ron, things had gotten awkward between us, since the Battle of Hogwarts and he had professed his undying love for me. Avoiding Ron got easier when I got to Hogwarts, I had finally reached my childhood dream of becoming Head girl, the most prestigious position a student could get! The only downfall was the bouncing ferret, apparently it was Snape's dying wish for Malfoy to be happy and all that shit. So when the oh so lovely git of a portrait suggested he become Head boy…

"Hermione? Hello?!" Ginny screamed, waving her hand in front of my dreamy face.

"Dreaming about a certain Slytherin?" Malfoy said, casually strolling around the corner.

"Oh sorry to disappoint this time, but I'm plotting a certain ferret's demise this time." I retorted

"Hmm… but Slytherins are so much nicer." He mock moaned.

"Maybe next time Malferret." I skipped around the corner, leaving surprised friends and a smirking Malfoy.

I was sitting in the Heads Common room, reading my birthday present from Ginny, Ron and Harry. The first print of Hogwarts: a History, I was overjoyed with my present. They could be really thoughtful… at times.

The first ever portrait in Hogwarts was-

A portrait slam made me look up. Malfoy.

"Here." He threw a Slytherin green, soft package in my hands. "Be ready by 7, Heads get privileges"

What?

I carefully unwrapped the present, careful not to tear it at the edges.

A flash of green.

A beautiful moss coloured dress, with simple studding in the middle fell onto the floor.

I went over the words in my head.

Draco Freaking Ferret Malfoy had asked me on a date!

I reviewed over the past 19 days I'd been at school… I suppose he'd been nicer, well not much at least I'm not mudblood anymore I'm Mud-gle born.

Hesitantly I knocked on Malfoy's door and softly said "See you at 7, Draco"

The end I know painfully short, basically slapdash, unchecked and took me half an hour. Life goes on. I left it there so you lovely people can think what happens next, of course don't make them split up and Hermione go with Ron. I CAN READ YOUR MIND AND KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE *ahem* So please review, also check out my story Denial, which I haven't updated in while yay.

~Jx