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Okay, ridiculously long disclaimer, let's just get to the story:

Chapter 6- Of Sunshine Yellow Ball Gowns and Such Matters

Hermione stood, disgusted, in front of a full-length mirror in her bathroom. She was transformed as Cindy Merridew and was wearing a floor-length, frilly sunshine yellow ball gown.

"I've got to say Gr-Cindy," Draco said, "It just doesn't quite… suit you." He was sitting on the edge of Hermione's bathtub and was sipping a cocktail while evaluating Hermione in her dresses.

"No really!" Hermione spat. She was still angry at Draco for forcing her to be Cindy at the ball. Now she had spent the past 3 hours trying on ridiculously hideous gowns. She stomped back into her closet where Fallow was waiting with another gown.

"Don't stomp, Cindy, it isn't ladylike." Draco's chiding voice was muffled through the closet door.

Hermione grit her teeth. Ladylike, my- "Here you are Miss Merridew!" Fallow handed Hermione another gown and scampered off before she could unleash her anger on him.

If this dress doesn't "work", or "suit me", or isn't "right", I'm going to that ball in my knickers. Hermione thought as she rather violently tugged the zipper up her back. She looked in her closet mirror and gave a small gasp. It looked like the Zabini's weren't going to see her in her bra. This dress looked absolutely great.

It was a simple midnight blue strapless dress that reached about two inches above her knees. It had no design, no embroidery, no tiny seed beads. There were no lavish ruffles or frills that itched when she walked. All there was was a simple gold bow tied below her chest. It looked simplistically beautiful, plainly gorgeous.

Oh, no, I can't let Malfoy see me in this. Hermione thought frantically. The dress hugged curves that she didn't know she had, and complemented her- no Cindy's eyes perfectly. Wait- this isn't me in the dress. It's Cindy. And Draco doesn't have to know that this is still my body, he can just think it's Cindy's body. No worries.

"Is there a hold-up Granger? Can't fit in your dress? I knew I was making you too many pancakes."

"Shut up Malfoy," Hermione snapped. "I'll be right out." She slided open the door and stepped into Draco's line of vision. Now it was his turn to gape.

She looked beautiful. The Mudblood looked beautiful. Wait- this isn't the Mudblood. This is Cindy. Cindy Merridew looks gorgeous, Granger couldn't even begin to look as hot.

Still, Draco couldn't help but wonder what Hermione would look like in that dress. Would she look that good?

"Done staring?" Hermione smirked.

Draco blushed. "I wasn't- I wasn't staring. I was merely… evaluating."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, I say we're done here. That looks acceptable enough."

"Acceptable?"

"Yep," Draco walked to the door. "I'm afraid that's the best I can give a Mudblood. See ya tomorrow Granger." And with that, he left.

Why that infuriating little arrogant-

"Can Fallow help you Miss Merridew?" The house elf interrupted her thoughts.

"Of course." She said in a voice that was just a little too sweet.

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"Okay- parents: George and Susan. Occupation- Unemployed. Age- 18. Relatives- Dead or in hiding. Currently Resides- Scotland. Here because- Want to escape parents. Dating- Draco Malfoy, 1 ½ months." Hermione was repeating this information over and over out loud while pacing in Draco's room.

"Don't worry Cindy, it's okay if you forget some stuff. I'll cover." Draco was straightening his emerald-green tie.

"No! No it's not!" Hermione wrung her hands. "I'm Hermione Granger and I do not forget anything!"

"No, you're Cindy Merridew, who is very forgetful and scored average on her final testing."

Hermione sent him a scathing look. "Don't give me more to remember. It'll just put me in a worse mood."

Draco shut up immediately. Hermione was in a record-setting mood due to an hour and a half spent sitting while the house elves curled her hair elaborately, then having to sit while they did her make-up, then having to sit while Draco recited the past 18 years of her new life for her to memorize. Then she had to find some matching gold heels and a similar headband. Hermione was not one to put up with such things.

She wrung her hands even more and paced even faster. Then she felt a tap from behind.

"Here- put these on," Draco was holding out a black velvet box with diamond earrings and a matching necklace with a thin gold chain. Hermione stopped in her tracks and gasped. Her hand fluttered to her perfectly lipsticked mouth.

"Oh! They're beautiful!" She reached out to take them.

"Ah-ah. Let me." Draco reached out to pin the earrings, and Hermione shuddered when his hands slid around her neck to secure the necklace. When he was finished, Hermione stood in front of her beside mirror. Sighing as she imagined someone like Lavender Brown would, she said, "Thank you Malfoy, these are amazing. I never imagined you would give me something like-"

"Oh, I didn't. They aren't for you, Granger, they're for Cindy." Draco smirked and walked out of the room, where Jinxle was waiting to escort the couple to their ride.

Way to ruin the moment, Malfoy. Hermione thought as she shook her head and followed him out to the hall.

A/N- Well, whaddaya think? I mean, bring on the fluff in that last part, huh? Oh well, I couldn't help myself. Long author's note coming up, so if you're interested in my new story, read on. If you're not, then don't.

Well, I'm the type of person who always starts stories, then gets an idea for a new one and gets distracted. So I started a new fic, which I will post very soon. It's a humor, and here's the summary:

What if Draco and Hermione, for a Muggle Studies assignment, were surfing the web and found FanFiction? And what if, just what if, the fanfic they found was a Dramione?

Well, does it sound interesting? Please please please review, telling me:

Should I continue Prisoner Unleashed? (I think I will even if you say no.)

Should I post the new one?

Review question- Which Harry Potter book is your favorite?

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