They'd been dancing around each other for nearly a year, only to be brought together by lipstick.

Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Draco isn't sure what sort person would grow up dreaming of becoming a high-class escort, but for a young man with Veela blood who has to find his one Mate in a population of billions before he reaches the ripe old age of thirty? What other career choice is there?

Sequel to Blindsided. *Yeah, you heard me!* ...He knew it was her. Just what was he going to do about it?

ONE SHOT. DM&HG. MATURE. It's the last night of school, and Hermione Granger has something to prove.