And I slip as we dip into a state of bliss.

Summary: Malfoy gets dared to ask Hermione out. Will it actually turn out to be love? Or will Malfoy get too caught up in his ghetto ness to care?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to J.K Rowling. J.K Rowling is also in no way affiliated with the ghetto Malfoy. That is all my imagination.

A/N: The site took down this story, and I think it was for the language, so I'm putting it back up rated R, but that is the only reason for the rating. Also, I don't talk that way in real life, it's just for the story! Please review!!

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Hermione

Oh my god. I am going on a date. With Draco Malfoy. I love you. I love you. I love you! Okay. I am going to focus now. Don't think about Draco!!!!! Don't think about him.

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I LOVE YOU!!!!!

You said you weren't going to think about him.

Shut up, Danielle. I hate having a voice in my head. I must find a dress. Well, maybe a skirt. No, I must be sexy. Dress. I pulled a short black one at of my closet. I love this one. Strapless and sexy. Just how I want it. He is going to love this dress. I think it's a good first impression.

Sexy but classic.

Danielle, I knew that. That's why I chose it. Will he like it? I'm starting to have self- doubt here. What have other girls worn to go out with him?

I don't know and I don't care, you will not wear underwearÉ

Danielle! What is with you and rhymes lately!! And I must think about him. I'm about to go out with him! But waitÉwhy me? Doesn't he hate me? It seems like something could be up. But Draco would never do something bad to me. He is to sweet, and nice. And gorgeous.

Like RonÉ.

Shut up Danielle!!!

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Draco

Wow. Even I'm surprised. The mofo actually looked hot. Shi-it. A sexy black dress. Straight hair. And I was getting paid to grab a coupla butterbeers at the 3 Broomsticks. Or maybe something a little more intoxicatin, ya know what I'm sayin. I could also get someÉya know, if she wanted.

No. No. This is a dare. Nothin more. Though I could get some free action while I'm at itÉStop. Thinking. That. Now.

I also gotta think of something to say. You look nice? No. How's school? This is fuckin Granger, Malfoy!! She only gets Excellent's. Something casual. What's up. That sounds good.

"Waz up in the hizzouse, baby?

She looked kinda high from that one, know what I'm saying?

"Um. The, uh, hizzouse is, um, fine." She said. Damn, this mofo was nervous! I was about to say something else, but lil miss mofo cut me off.

"SHUTUP DANIELLE!

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Hermione

Oh my god. Did I. Just. Say that. Out loud??? I cannot believe this. Let me just stare at the guy of my dreams with my mouth wide open for a few more seconds. Or secs, as he would say. I cannot believe Danielle just ruined my evening. Well, she had been ruining it for a while. Always saying things about Ron, commenting on what I should do to him (most of the ideas weren't very pleasant) and now she had made me scream. I had never talked to her outside my head before. Well, maybe I had. Once or twice. In the shower. Stop rambling. Focus. Tell him something. Wait. I just realized something. I've been staring at him for the past 2 minutes. Damn. Damn. Damn. Ow. I should probably stop banging my head on the table now.

Ha ha. You're a stupid idiot. You're a stupid idiot.

Shut. Up. Danielle.

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Draco

Shi-it. Mah date's goin damn well. Not. She just started banging her head on the table. Mofo idiot. Unless mah name is Danielle. Then it would all be explainable, ya know what I mean? But since mah name is definitely not something as shitty as Danielle, this mofo better get her ass in shape and start explainin.

Let's hear it, girl. Fo sho.