Hey, i know that this has taken a lot longer than i said, sorry about that. i just have so much revision to do because my exams are 6 weeks and i'm kinda freaking out, i know it sounds like a long time but it isn't.

anyway, i know this is really short but i hope that it is ok.

I'm not usually one to dedicate chapters, but this chaper id dedicated to twifreak127 because she wrote me such a nice review (she said she loved it 20 times) and it made me update this :)

so, anyway, i hope you are not too disappointed with this chapter, and be sure to review to tell me what you think :)

Hermione stalked to her car, she knew that he would follow, but she also knew that she would ignore him. She was good at that. Ignoring things she didn't like. And right now he was at the very top of that list. "Hermione!"

She was in the car and accelerating out of there before he could even make it out of the restaurant. She shouldn't have acted like that, but he really hurt her. He saw a guy watching her and he switched, started calling her all the names under the sun that could be synonyms for whore. On top of that, the guy had made his way over and heard everything that Draco had said. Maybe it was just a reflex, but she had to hurt him back.

The fire in his eyes when he had said it showed that he was joking – then again, so did his smirk and the laughing, playfulness of his tone – but it had dragged up sever memories that she was trying so hard to ignore. Caleb would have been the same. He would have had the same tone of voice, would have called her the same things and maybe he would have even shoved her towards the guy and told him he could 'do whatever he wanted with the bitch'.

And she would have sat there and taken it. She would have listened to the way Caleb told her he didn't think she knew how much he loved her, and then he would shove it in her face. She would have done anything for him. But she was not like that anymore.

She wasn't going to be that girl anymore. She wasn't going to be the girl that did everything a guy told her to do, because let's face it...everyone hates that girl. And that is why she had blown up. She had found herself another jerk who wanted to push her down and stamp all over her. Though, this time she was stronger. This time she was ready to fight, ready to attack. Draco was going to get what was coming to him and then she was going to shove it in his face. He was going to grovel and she was going to laugh.

She would be the tease he had told her that she was and she was going to make him beg. Well, that would all come in due time...but definitely not before he had grovelled at her feet and begged for forgiveness. She knew he would, after he got over his pride. After all, he wanted to win that bet didn't he?

The night passed quickly, she woke early. Feeling content – and a little scared to what Draco's reaction was going to be. The more she had thought about him, the more fearful she got as to when he was going to confront her.

While the day before she had been sure that all of this was under her control, that she dictated the outcome and that she made all of the decisions, now she was not so sure. "It'll be ok." She told herself as she pulled her pyjama top over her head, her shorts soon followed.

"Stripping for me, hey?"

"AHHH!" she had started to scream when she had heard the voice, but it turned into more of a guttural growl when she realised who it was.

Draco was standing in her doorway. "I could really get used to this, but you are going to have to beg me to touch you after what you did yesterday?"

She laughed, walking closer to him and jabbing him with the pad of her left index finger. "When you beg me for forgiveness, I may get over last night's words and actions enough to let you touch me." She would have looked intimidating if she was not wearing a dark green push-up bra with matching knickers. She had forgotten what she was wearing, but his wandering eyes reminded her. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Of course she didn't mean it, she would have loved nothing better than for the door to smack him so hard that he wouldn't wake up for a week/ever, but she didn't say that.

"You're so sweet." He muttered sarcastically, but she heard him.

She smirked, "Opposed to the ugly, useless bastard you are," she was going to speak again, but he jumped in before her.

"Ok, I might be a bastard," he walked towards her, herding her towards the wall until she was trapped. "But I am definitely not ugly, and if you'll rewind to last night for me, I think you'll also agree that I am far from useless."

"Hermione." Her door burst open; she pulled Draco towards her body, stretching out his shirt around her in an attempt to cover herself. "Haha." Ginny looked back over her shoulder, "You owe me 40 quid Luna!"

"Not unless I see it with my own eyes!" Came Luna's reply from somewhere on the other side of the wall.

"Well, if you moved your hands from covering your eyes you would see it!"

"NO!" Luna came into view as Ginny struggled to pull her hands away from her eyes. "NO!"

"I want my forty pounds!" Ginny's face was turning red through the effort that it was taking from her, and soon she gave up her feeble attempt – Luna Lovegood was a lot stronger than she looked! – And moved to sit on Hermione's bed.

Hermione, meanwhile, was still trying (unsuccessfully) to conceal her body (successfully managing while she was doing so, much to Draco's pleasure, pull one side of her bra down to give the asshole watching her a good show.) "Good morning to you too!" Draco spoke causing everyone in the room to turn to face her – Luna still with her hands over her eyes – and Ginny pulled Hermione's pillow over her face to hide the view that Hermione was currently displaying to the world.

"What?" Luna asked, moving into the room and tripping on to the floor. "What happened?"

"You were born?" Draco mumbled so only Hermione could hear, but she could tell by his expression that he didn't really mean it.

"Hermione, did you forget that we were supposed to be going shopping?" Ginny's voice came out muffled, obscured by the pillow so it came out more along the lines of, "Herphgione dif uygh forgeft..." You get the idea right? Not even a mind reader could understand what she was trying to say.

"What?" Hermione and Draco – finally turning to acknowledge the two other girls in the room – looked towards Ginny's direction.

"Shopping?"

Hermione looked at the ground, she remembered the conversation alright. She also remembered saying a firm "NO" because she could imagine the torture that Ginny would put her through if she were ever to agree. "No, I don't remember ever agreeing to that!"

"I just think you aren't remembering hard enough." Luna said and she released her grip on her face to glare at Hermione. "Oh SHIT!"

"AH HA! You owe me 40 pounds!" Ginny laughed, doing a little happy dance that sort of looked like she had spent too much time in a swimming pool and was trying to shake the water out of her ears.

"Nah, I don't think so." Draco was getting involved, giving a little break from the scrutinising of my chest. Hermione wanted to hug him (opposed to the death glares he was receiving from Luna and Ginny) – though she was not wearing enough clothes for that to NOT be awkward. Maybe chivalry isn't dead, she thought to herself. "Unless, you buy her a whole new set of revealing underwear!"

"DONE!" Ginny screamed before he could change his mind. Just when I was starting to think that chivalry was not dead, I find out I couldn't be more wrong.

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