That night Hermione decided to take her first bit of revenge on Draco. She spread her clothes out on her bed, and searched for the most outrageous. Harry and Ron already new about the bet because she had told them as soon as they got there. Of course, being guys, they thought it was a wonderful idea. Hermione laughed to herself when she thought about their reaction.

"What should I ware?" She grabbed a pair of black fishnets, and put them on her chair. She had a cherry red, and white plaid skirt. She made so it was only four and a half inches long, and threw it on her chair. She already knew what shirt would make this alfit. Actually, it wasn't even a shirt. It was a short black vest that zipped up in the front. Her pink bra showed a tiny bit over the top. Putting on her alfit, she put her hair into two pony tails. Putting some socks on over her fishnets, she looked cute.

She checked herself over in the mirror. Grabbing a book, she decided to pretend to study. She already knew Draco was down there. She found him sprawled out on the couch, with Blaise sitting on the floor. They were quizzing each on Charms. Hermione plopped herself down in front of the fire, and began reading her book. She twirled a piece of hair around one of fingers. She suddenly realized the boys had stopped studying.

"Who's this cute girl you got Draco?" Blaise clearly couldn't tell it was her.

"Don't act like you don't know Zambini." She giggled a little bit and then looked at him.

"Granger? You've changed a bit over the summer." His voice cracked on ever other word.

"That's enough studying Blaise." Draco hissed.

"I stopped studying a while ago."

"I'm not talking about the books." Draco's voice was in a dangerously low tone, and Blaise got the point. He gave Hermione one last glance, and went back to reading. They weren't going to get away that easy. Hermione started to crawl towards them. Blaise, once again, stopped studying.

"What are you studying?" She leaned over the top of the book. Oh the magic of cleavage, she thought to herself.

"Pink, I mean, Charms." Blaise cleared his throat.

"Hmm, let me see." She took the book from him and sat up on her knees. She held the book just below her chest.

"Blaise, look at the time, you should be going mate." Draco suddenly jumped off the couch, grabbed the book from Hermione, and pulled Blaise off the ground. Hermione giggled and looked up at Blaise.

"Oh, right! Well I'll be seeing you." He said as Draco dragged him towards the portrait.

"Bye." Hermione gave a little wave, and then Draco nearly threw him through the painting. He slammed the portrait closed, and spun around to look at her. She sat, innocently bouncing up and down on her knees.

"Granger, I think we need to even out this bet." Draco walked over to the couch and leaned on it.

"Alright," She stood up and stopped talking like a little girl, "What is it?"

"The bet was stated that you would dress like this and I wouldn't have sex. Correct?" She nodded, "Well I think you have it very easy, all you have to do is choose skimpy clothes out of your closet." She thought for a second and then nodded.

"Alright, how do you propose we even it out."

"You dress like this, and see how long you can resist me."

"Resist you?" She laughed her self to tears, "Draco you're not evening out this bet for you very much."

"We'll just see about that." With those words, he walked up stairs to his room.