Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Harry Potter, if I did then Severus and Fred would never have died and I wouldn't have cried so many tears over their deaths.

Hermione wanted to cry in frustration as she followed Draco around Gladrag's Wizardwear. How could a guy like shopping so much more than the vainest of girls? She had no idea but she was about to strangle the platinum blonde, who was piling more and more clothes in Hermione's arms.

"There! That should do for now. Get in there and try these on, I expect to see you in every outfit. Now shoo!" Draco didn't give Hermione a chance to say anything as he pushed her into a changing room and walked away to wait. He paused; listening for the outraged shriek he knew was coming.

He wasn't disappointed.

"MALFOY!"

"Yes dear?"

"I can't wear this!"

"Yes you can. Put on the clothes so I can see them. Understood?" Draco asked in an impassive voice.

Grumbling could be heard from the dressing room.

"Understood?"

"Yes! Gods Draco I heard you the first time!" Hermione yelled through the door, she cracked it open to glare at him.

"Don't take that tone with me Granger! You wanted my help and you're going to get it and I have the final say!" He paused and pulled the door open wider; scrutinizing her with an expert eye. "Take off that top; it's not your color." He turned to go back to his seat, leaving Hermione glaring at his back.

She quickly tore of the shirt and threw it at Draco, laughing when it landed on his head. She closed the door quickly, laughing as she did so, and went to try on the next outfit. She yelped when she felt a harsh sting on her backside, she turned and saw Draco, shirt still on his head, pointing his wand at her; grinning evilly. She snarled at him and drew her wand but didn't have a chance to hex him, as he quickly slammed the door and left. She sighed and quickly put on the next outfit; she turned towards the mirror and had to admit that Draco knew what he was doing. The top was a beautiful deep blue that seemed to cling to her body but not look trashy. The sleeves went down to her fingertips and tapered off and it looked more like a short dress than a shirt. White jeggings and a pair of blue wedges completed the look; she sighed in frustration and stepped out of the dressing room and stood in front of Draco. He looked at her from head to toe and motioned for her to turn, which she did slowly and dramatically.

"Very nice, Blaise will be positively drooling when he sees you." Draco said approvingly and frowned when Hermione instantly scowled.

"I don't care what Zabini thinks. He is probably still shagging Parkinson right now, in all her faux Gryffindor glory, fucking slag." Hermione turned her face away from the blonde who was looking at her in confusion.

"Granger, what are you talking about? Why would he be shagging Parkinson? I thought that you and Blaise were going to get together, especially after I showed him those pictures." Draco trailed off thoughtfully, not noticing Hermione quickly turn her attention back to him.

"Pictures? What pictures Draco?" Hermione grabbed Draco by the front of his shirt, eyes blazing as she studied him like an undiscovered book.

Draco raised a brow at her and gently removed her hands from his person. He kept hold of her hands and began leading her back to the dressing for some semblance of privacy.

"Draco what pictures did you show him?" Hermione asked, trying to be patient although with the way Draco was behaving she felt her tightly held patience begin to slip away.

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his prized hair. "Remember that first day back and I came upon you guys sleeping? Well I may have sort have taken some pictures which are hot, and disgustingly cute of the two of you."

Hermione flushed and bit her lip. "When did you show him the pictures?"

"When we were at the Ministry with you, while we were waiting in the hall." Draco started collecting the remaining items of clothing and made his way to the sales witch, who was blatantly checking him out. He sneered and threw the clothes at her. "Charge these to the Malfoy account, along with what she is wearing. She will be wearing it out of the store." Draco turned back to Hermione ignoring the sales witch who looked like she was about to cry.

"Draco I can't let you pay for these!" Hermione scuttled after him and attempted to get the teary sales witch's attention.

"You can and you will.

"But- you know what never mind. Do you have extras of those pictures?" Hermione grabbed the bags that were thrust into her hands, and shrunk them, placing them in her beaded bag before following Draco out of Gladrag's.

"Of course." Draco reached in his robes and pulled out two pictures before handing them over to Hermione. He smirked when he saw her face flush, and was unsurprised when a small smile appeared before a frown appeared on her face.

"This is what you showed Blaise?" She smirked as she watched picture Blaise reach up and groped her arse. "This is definitely interesting." She pocketed the pictures and turned to her shopping partner. "If you'll excuse me, I have a Head boy to capture." She grinned evilly, turning and making her way back to Hogwarts.

Draco watched her go with a bemused smile on his face. "Good luck Blaise, you're gonna need it."

Hermione rushed into the Head dorm and was greeted with the image of Blaise and Pansy snogging madly on the couch. She watched in horrid fascination for a few minutes, like watching an accident you want to look away but can't, before she flicked her wand upwards and Pansy flew from Blaise's lap and up into the air. Blaise reacted first as Pansy shrieked.

"Granger, what the hell are you doing?!" He jumped off of the couch and tried to pull Pansy down but was thrown back on to the couch and frozen with a well place Petrificus Totalus.

Hermione smiled evilly up at Pansy. "I think it's time for you to leave Parkinson. Blaise and I need to have a little discussion and you are not privy to the specifics." Hermione's smile faded. "Now leave!" She flicked her wand and Pansy flew out of the common room and landed in a heap on the floor of the corridor. She was only able to get a glimpse of the smug smirk on Hermione's face before the portrait slammed shut.

Hermione took a deep breath and turned to the frozen boy on the couch, she was startled when she noticed that he was glaring at her. "Now Blaise don't be like that. You and I need to talk about this." She retrieved the photos from her pocket and held them up to his face. She was delighted when his eyes widened before flicked up to her face. She took a moment to lock the portrait so that no one could enter or leave unless she let them and she primly sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring Blaise in the eye. She waved her wand towards him and he unfroze.

"So let's talk shall we?"

Sorry that this chapter is so short, but I wanted to save the discussion for the next chapter. Let me know what y'all think so far!

Rayne.