Disclaimer: I might be JK Rowling, and have set up my own account on FF.net to please you all but why would I admit to it? No, sadly, I'm not. If I were JK Rowling, Hermione and Draco would be a lot more obsessively mean to each other, then run off together in the seventh book. Sorry, I'm not, I'm angelbreaker, and I have a lot more things to do than write amazing books.

A/N: Writer's block is very annoying. I have ideas and I wish I could just spit them out, but noooo I have to sit here and glare at my keyboard until Blondry pokes me with her metal stick (yes she has a musing stick…strange girl our Blondry…)::Mwah::

Just to warn you: I may not be updating this fic very regularly, I'm finding it difficult to keep on track with it. Don't worry I'll still write it occasionally, but for now, go and read Hermione's New Self, because I'm putting all my efforts into that one for the time being, after I've finished it I'll move onto this one.

Sheer curiosity made me see exactly how many Dr/Herm fics I have half written, and it's amazing, I will be working hard this summer

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Chapter Seven - Plans in Action

Malfoy waited for her patiently. When she finally came out of the bathroom, she was clean, dry and ready to go. Malfoy mentally wolf whistled, for a Mudblood; she really did scrub up well. He widened his grin, just another bonus to the plan.

He offered his arm, and she took it, walking down to the hall together.

As they entered the Great Hall, arm in arm, nearly everyone stared at them. Malfoy smirked at all the astonished faces and whispered to Hermione. She giggled and nodded and they left to sit at their house tables.

Ginny kept staring at Hermione as if her hair had turned bright pink. They were sitting as far away as possible from Harry and Ron, who kept glancing down the table at her and sharing hurried whispers. Hermione smiled to herself, it was perfect, and revenge will be sweet.

After breakfast, they had transfiguration with the Ravenclaws. Harry and Ron approached her in the corridor; Lavender and Parvati hung back a little.

"Hermione, what's going on with you and Malfoy." Ron's voice was almost trembling with suppressed rage. "I swear if he did anything-"

"Draco and I are Head Boy and Girl, did you expect me to not talk to him." She cocked her head and shot him an inquisitive look.

"I expected you to not walk around arm in arm with 'Draco' and him whispering in your ear!" Ron's face was going slightly pink.

"What did he say to you?" Harry's jade eyes were full of suspicion.

"It was about one of our duties." Said Hermione, colouring a little deliberately and looking to the floor.

"You're lying." Ron squinted at her, as if trying to find the real Hermione under this Malfoy-tolerator. "What were his exact words?"

"None of your business." She snapped. Their conversation was cut short, because McGonagall came out to start the lesson.

Ron, Harry, Lavender and Parvati retired to their usual seats. Hermione sighed and sat in the only other free seat. She laid her head on the table, and stared into the distance while thinking about what else she could say and do to make Ron and Harry wild with envy.

"Wow…" Said Ron, amazed "Hermione is being really quiet- she hasn't answered a question all lesson."

"I know. Do you think she's sick?"

"Maybe she's just thinking about a certain boy." Parvati replied, making Ron's ears go slightly pink.

After the lesson, Ron and Harry quickly packed up their stuff and followed her out of the classroom. Malfoy was standing just outside, and wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist, as they walked off, without a second glance.

"What is up with her and Malfoy?" Ron slammed his fist against the wall.

"They are probably just talking about work." Parvati huffed. "Ron," she smiled sweetly at her boyfriend. "You know the hogsmeade trip next Saturday…" She battered her eyelashes.

"What about it?" Ron drew his glare from the retreating couple to her, then at her hurt expression, smiled apologetically. "Sorry, of course we're going."

Parvati squealed and bounced up and down with Lavender. When they turned back to the boys, they found them still staring at the corridor Hermione had disappeared through. They gave each other significant glances and wrapped their arms around the boys. "Come on, we have to get to divination."

"Well, this is my stop." Hermione leaned against the wall next to the door to the Arithmancy. Draco smiled at her and moved in a little closer. He could see her eyes light up as he did it. Stupid girl, a joke here, a compliment there, and she's yours for life. Geez.

"Well, I've got Herbology, so I'll catch you later." He held a finger to her lips and smiled, she returned the smile and he left. Hermione rolled her eyes at his retreating back. This was so easy, a giggle here, a smile there, he's practically all over you. She shook her head and walked into the classroom.

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"Yo, Draco," a female voice sounded behind him. He turned round and saw Blaise Zambini and smiled.

"'Sup, Blaise." She walked up to him and they high-fived. Blaise was a certified tomboy, and one of Draco's best friends. She had a kick-ass attitude and was the only person he'd admit was better than him at quidditch.

"Nothing much, just hanging. The common room is so boring without you man." She punched him on the arm.

He rubbed his arm and said, "Sorry." They began to walk towards the greenhouses together.

"That's all right, I'm itching to see your new crib though." She looked at him and then continued. "Hey, Draco…"

"What?" He looked up at her and their eyes met.

"What's going on with you and Granger? I thought you hated the Mudblood, word is your getting really friendly-like with her."

Draco laughed. "Don't worry I'm just screwing with her. You should see how much it pisses off her friends, though."

Blaise laughed. "It's pissed Pansy off no end. She slaps anyone who even dares to speak your name." Blaise snorted with laughter.

"Glad to hear it." Draco smiled at his friend. Blaise and him had been buddies since they went to wizard pre-school together. They hardly ever hung around at school now though, with one thing and another. Mostly Pansy being jealous of her.

"But I got to hand to it you, she's eating out of the palm of your hand."

"It was so easy, I feel sorry for her, I really do. The poor girl is so self-conscious she jumps at every compliment. If I knew she was this easy earlier…" he raised his eyebrows at his friend.

"But you hate the girl. She's a know-it-all, muggle-born, Gryfindor!" Blaise counted off the offending traits on her fingers and thrust the three digits in his face.

"Yeah, but she is hot." He concluded, pushing her hand out of his face with a smile. Blaise shot him a look, but couldn't say anything else, because they'd reached the greenhouses.

A/N: I like Blaise, in most fics she's a pansy groupie, but that doesn't befit her. Anyway, review now, flames will be read and taken into account, because frankly, I don't like this chapter much either…it's going to get a lot better though.