Disclaimer: As wonderful as it could be, I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. I am simply a girl who loves to write and read fanfiction. All of the characters, places, costumes, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling. All I own is the plot!

A-N: Um…. Here it is, I guess. Don't forget to rate and review!

Recap:

Draco put a knee on the floor and leaned down so that his head touched the floor. He would do anything for the member of the only wizarding family better than his. ''Milady, anything you say is my command.''

Hermione wasn't surprised by his answer. She knew her family was better than Dracos', the dreams had told her everything. They included things that were important like what kind of wizard to marry and how to act like a true Splazenger.

''Well, how about a makeover?''

Chapter 4

Hermione sighed and looked at her watch for what seemed like the thousandth time. Four and a half hours had gone by since Malfoy had bowed down to her. It seemed so much more.

"Hermione?" She heard Blaise ask.

"Yes?" She responded, not really paying attention.

"Look." Draco said, turning her chair to face the mirror.

"I… I'm beautiful." Hermione was astounded to see the young woman in front of her. She had long, straight hair that reached her butt. Her perfect brown hair was had streaks of auburn and golden blonde. Her hazelnut eyes we splendid, they were the most noticeable feature in her face. A bit of mascara was visible and a light black line underneath them made her eyes seem filled with life. Her hair was now cut in a degraded fashion, each layer carefully placed on her back. Everything seemed too good to be true. Except that, she had no clothes to wear.

"Now Hermione, lets go check out your wardrobe." Drco asked, smirking.

"What? But… its… personal!" Hermione screamed as Draco and Blaise made their way to the majestic lion that adorned her door.

"Password?" He roared.

"Knots and buttons." Hermione sighed as she entered her room.

Blaise immediately made his way to her closet. He rummaged through the racks and found a short clean denim skirt packed at the pack. "Perfect!" Blaise exclaimed. He handed it to Hermione who wasn't looking that apprehensive. Meanwhile, Draco was taking every single one of Hermione's white cotton knickers and throwing them over his shoulder. He kept on shaking his head. Blaise looked for a perfect shirt. After 4 –shirts, 3 turtlenecks and a polo shirt he finally came upon the perfect thing: a pink tank top with lace at the bottom and on both sides of the spaghetti straps. Draco turned around and looked at Hermione, frowning.

"Don't you have anything that's matching and that looks a bit decent? Like something with frills!" He scowled as he finished his sentence.

"Um… no" Hermione responded cheekily as she bent down to pick up another pair of her underwear.

"Oh well then, I'll guess you'll just have to use this for now." Blaise said. "Accio Lingerie!"

"And who's might that be?" Hermione inquired as she inspected the black push-up bra and the see-through thong.

"Oh just Lavenders'." Blaise muttered unconsciously as he performed a cleaning spell.

"Lavenders'!" Hermione shrieked. "How the hell did you get lavender's lingerie?"

"I always keep my conquest's personal clothes."

"Perfect, now just put these on and show us the magic." Draco cut in, he was getting impatient.

Hermione didn't budge.

"Did you fucking hear me?" Draco screamed in fury. Then he quickly regained himself. "I'm sorry milady."

"That's quite alright Malfoy. And I was waiting for both of you to leave so I could change."

"Who said anything about leaving?" asked Blaise, chuckling.

Hermione tapped her foot on the ground as she waited for them to move. After 3 minutes, she gave up. She pulled her oversized t-shirt over her head and threw it into her laundry basket.

A-N: I like. Not bad at all. I made it a bit longer, I hope everyone likes that. Next chapter is coming up really soon! Oh and, here's a clue: There will be a lot of shopping.