Okie dokie, I got lots of mixed ideas. Some wanting "good" Malfoy, others wanting a "leather wearing, bad ass" Malfoy, and others wanting the same old smart ass Malfoy. So what I think I am going to do is making him more muggle friendly but he is still going to smart ass Malfoy. Also, I think I forgot to mention this, it's after Hogwarts and HBP never happened in this, so Malfoy is not/was not a Death Eater. On with the story! P.S. I GOT A NEW PUPPY! His name is Tally!

"…and the winner is the woman who is fondly known as…" He was drowned out as her group and many other people who she knew erupted in a cheer. She was caught up in a huge group hug, everyone jumping up and down and whooping. She smiled and maneuvered her way out of the group.

She walked over to the guy in green who was watching her approach. She smiled friendly as she reached his bike which he was still straddling. He had somewhat long hair that fell into his grey-blue eyes. She looked him over and came to the conclusion that he was more than easy on the eyes.

"I just wanted to thank you for a good race. I haven't had a challenge since I got here and you definitely had me going all out," she stuck out her hand for him to shake.

"Well, you gave me a run for my money as well, I hope to race you again, and next time, I won't go so easy on you," he said in a smooth voice and smirking, he took her hand.

"Well, I hope that's a challenge because I wouldn't turn down another go with you," she smiled brightly and she took her hand back as he let go.

"Looking forward to it." She couldn't pin point it but she felt like she had met him before and the three guys standing around him were familiar too. She would dwell on it later, right now she had to go to the announcer stand and get her winnings.

"Most definitely," she smirked back and turned and started for the announcer stand.

Draco Malfoy watched as the young woman walked away, he was still in shock that she had beat him. With the way she raced, he had thought that he was racing a guy, imagine the shock when she pulled off her helmet and a long brown braid fell down her back and her jacket was taken off to reveal an ample chest and a nicely shaped body.

When she was surrounded by her friends he noticed two red heads that looked distinctly like Weasley and his little sister, along with another guy that had unruly black hair that he could have sworn to be Potter. He shook the thought out of his head quickly, it couldn't possibly be them, weren't they supposed to be doing goody two shoe things, not racing motorcycles?

Later that night there was a huge party being held in the, what every one deemed, the Party Tent. There was beer, food, and music, and every one was there to have fun and loosen up before the next day, which would be the last day of racing at this track.

Hermione and her friends arrived a little while after it started, they had wanted to have a little party of their own in honor of Hermione winning against the "Unbeatable New Guy". So it was pretty much safe to say that they were all pretty drunk by the time they got to the party. The guys more so than the girls though since they had insisted on having a drinking contest in which Ron won…apparently he can't get enough of the muggle beer Guinness and guzzled six whole cans in less than two minutes. The girls were still pretty woozy but could still stand up pretty well.

Once inside the big tent, the guys rushed off to the bar and grabbed drinks, while Hermione and Ginny went and found an empty table off to the side of the dance area. Hermione looked around the room to see if her friends were coming back so she could wave them over to where they were. When she spotted Harry she put her tongue to the top of her mouth and whistled loudly. Harry spun a little too quickly and would have fallen over if the new guy hadn't caught him and set him up right. Hermione smirked and walked over to him.

"We're sitting over there Harry," and she pointed to a waving Ginny.

"Ok," he slurred and walked away.

Hermione turned to the new guy, "So why aren't you drinking or dancing?"

"I've drank, but I'm not too fond of dancing, besides, even if I wanted to dance I don't have someone to dance with so what would be the point?" he smirked at her; he could tell she was drunk by the way she talked.

"Well then I'll be your partner, so come on!" she smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance area.

"Didn't I just say I'm not too fond of dancing?"

"Oh get over it," she laughed and pulled him to her.

Malfoy stood perfectly still while Hermione swayed and moved against him. This was not his forte and it was bad enough that both of them were drunk and she probably didn't realize what she was doing.

"Come on! It's no fun unless your dance partner is dancing with you," she grabbed his arms and started waving them around, laughing at the look on his face.

"Fine," he grumbled and she let go of his arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her too him, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began to sway together.

"See, now it's not that hard," she laughed while he just rolled his eyes.

"Would you like to come sit with me and my friends, they would like to meet the girl that beat me," he asked when the song ended, still holding her around the waist.

"Sure," she unwrapped her arms from his neck as he unwrapped his arms from her waist. He still kept a hand on her lower back though and guided her out of the crowded dance area and too a table not too far from the one her friends currently sat at.

The people at the table looked up as Malfoy and Hermione approached.

"Hey man," said a guy with short black hair, "what 'cha got there?"

"This is the girl that beat me in the race today," said Malfoy as he sat down next to the black haired boy and motioned Hermione to sit next to him. She slid in next to him and smiled at the guys around her.

"So are you going to introduce us or just keep her for yourself?" said the same black haired guy.

He pointed first to the two guys sitting in front of them, "This is Crabbe," her smiled faded, oh my god, it can't be!

"This is Goyle," oh shit, it is him! Why didn't I see it earlier?

"And the guy sitting next to me is…"

"Blaise Zabini," Hermione finished for him, her smile completely gone and a somewhat angry look on her face.

"How did you know?" Malfoy looked at her surprised.

"Because I know who you are, Malfoy," she slid away from him on the bench and stood up.

Malfoy was still confused, she looked mad, and he hadn't even done anything. Then something in him clicked, the angry look, the brown hair, though not bushy anymore.

Malfoy jumped up, "Granger!"

"You guessed it," she put her hands on her hips.

"Ew! I danced with you!" he started brushing off his clothes hurriedly.

"Oh get over it, you liked it and you know it!"

"That's the worst part," he said and shuddered.

Hermione couldn't believe it! Was he following her or something? This was her reprieve, he couldn't race!

"What are you doing here? You can't race, this is mine, and you can't have it! Your not allowed to race!" she pointed at him

"I'm here because I like racing and it's not me that's not allowed to race, it's you. I've been doing it longer so you have to stop!"

"You can't tell me to stop!" she yelled.

"And you can't tell me to stop!" he yelled back.

"UHHH! You are so infuriating! First you I have to go to the same school with you and now I have to race with you? Wait…I beat you, never mind," she started laughing and began to walk to the table her friends sat at.

"Hold it! I'm still holding you to that promise of another race, Granger, and that one I intend to win," he yelled after her.

"Sure, Malfoy, just tell me when and where and I'll be there. Just make sure not to cry when I kick your ass again," she laughed again and continued to walk to her table.

The next day Malfoy walked up to Hermione's trailer and banged on the door.

"What do you want?" said someone as they opened the door.

"Where the hell is Granger, Potter?" Malfoy spit out.

"Oh it's you, what the hell do you need her for?" Harry stood in the door way wearing his sleep pants and no shirt.

"Just get her, this doesn't concern you."

"Whatever," Harry rolled his eyes and shut the door.

Malfoy heard Harry yell Hermione's name and then tell her that "blonde haired pretty boy" was here to see her.

He heard footsteps inside, the click of the door handle and then the door opened to reveal Hermione standing in the doorway with her hair down and wearing a dark blue camisole and grey sweat pants.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure, Malfoy?" she smiled.

"Can it Granger, I came to tell you to meet me at ten o'clock tonight for our race."

"Why ten?"

"Because that's when all the races end for the day and we will have the track to ourselves," he sneered. He couldn't wait to beat her, last time that had been a glitch, he was not going to let her win again.

"I'll be there Malfoy, and I'm looking forward to it," she laughed and closed the door.

Thank you to all the people that reviewed chapter one! Good reviews are the best encouragement and they make me happy and more excited to write! Thank you to the shadow readers too, for just reading it, but leave comments you guys, I would love to hear what you think! Lol, I guess I won't be putting anymore cliff hangers in my stories! You guys get scary cowers in a corner with my stuffed Kirara