Draco put his wand in his pocket and picked up Hermione and carried her over to the hairdresser's chair.
"What the hell are you doing?" Hermione half yelled half laughed.
"I'm avoiding another fight about you not trusting me and you not wanting me to help you so what other choice did I really have?" As Draco finished this sentence he let go of Hermione and carefully placed her in the chair.
"Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked "I mean we hate each other. I punched you last year and basically every memory we have had together has been a horrible one. Why are you being nice now?" As Hermione was talking Draco had already taken out thehair products and began taming her wild hair.
"Well, word on the street is that Ron was too chicken to ask you out to the Yule Ball and you have been asked by someone else, I mean it's obvious to even Crabbe and Goyle that you like Ron..."
"No I don't!"
"Calm Down! Bloody hell! Fine if you say so, you don't like him (Draco rolled his eyes) Anyway, when I saw you crying I figured that it might be fun to see that little Weasel's face when you walk out and be seen as the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, He'd really regret not asking you out."
"Well, he did, sort of. But the other guy beat him to it."
"By the way who is this 'other guy'?"
"Not telling."
"Aw! Why won't you tell me Granger? I'm helping you out here! It's the least you could do!"
"No, you're helping yourself out! You just want to see Ron cry."
"You do too!"
"I promise I won't laugh, It's Neville isn't it?"
"No, Neville did ask me but it's not him."
"Ernie MacMillan?"
"What! No! He's taking Hannah Abbott!"
"Oh yeah! I forgot!"
"Oh! I know, it's Professor McGonagall!"
They both broke out into laughter, it took 10 minutes to calm themselves down and by this time Draco had already fixed up her hair into a sleak knot type thing with a curl going down the side, he then moved onto her make-up.
"How do you know all this stuff?" Hermione asked.
"What stuff?"
"Hair and Make-up and dresses and all the stuff I should know."
"Granger? I'm a Malfoy! I have been put in tuxedoes since I was a baby. There was also a small period of time where we couldn't afford as many maids as we would have liked so I started to help my mum with her make-up and getting ready for parties almost every night and I got good at it."
"Okay, it seems so obvious now! Anyway so who are you taking?"
"I'm not telling if you're not telling."
"Fine, Do you really want to know?" Hermione asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Yes." Draco said, rolling his eyes.
"Fine, it's Viktor Krum!"