Seems like this story isn't attracting as many readers..hmm i wonder why..cuz its not R rated?

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"So what have we got to do?" Hermione asked, a cup of coffee clasped in her hands as she sat face to face with Ginny in a small coffee shop in Hogsmeade.

"Give him a taste of his own medicine. That's what we are going to do."

"How are we going to do that?" Hermione glanced up quizzically.

"Simple. We get him to fall in love with you, and then dump him. Harsh. Unexpected. Brilliant!" Ginny grinned.

"Well..it may be a little harsh..We should be mature about this. Maybe i could just make him look really stupid?"

"He practically ruined your life, Mya. Compared to this, it's nothing!"

"But Gin-"

"HE RUINED YOUR LIFE!"

"Well, what makes you think he would even fall for a 'mudblood' like me?"

Ginny swept her eyes up and down Hermione's upper body. "With a little help, you could be the next bachlorette." Ginny winked at her playfully.

"I still don't think this is a good idea."

"Aw please Hermione!" Ginny pouted.

Hermione glanced at her and rolled her eyes. "Alright..let's do it."

"YES!" Ginny smiled, clapping her hands together.

"Alright, alright! But remember, when this 'operation' goes down the drain, don't forget what I said!" Hermione huffed, putting air quotations around the word "operation"

"Oh, it will work. It will work beautifully." Ginny narrowed her eyes and rubbed her hands together like an evil witch ready to set her minions out to do her dirty work.

"So, what are we going to do now? We have a whole sunday afternoon in front of -" Hermione stopped at the mysterious glint apparent in Ginny's eyes again. Uh, oh. I'm not going to like this..am I?

"We are not going to do anything. You are however, going to get yourself a date with Mr. Malfoy." Ginny smiled at the shocked expression on her face. "Here give me your phone."

Hermione shook her head.

"Give it!" Ginny commanded.

"No." Hermione bluntly refused.

"Fine then, I'll just have to call Malfoy on my phone and tell him how you are still madly in love with him." Ginny smirked. Blackmail! The stuff of life.

"YOU WOULDN'T! And I am NOT in love with him!" Hermione snarled.

"Watch me!" Ginny grinned, reaching into her purse for her own cell.

"FINE! Have it!" Hermione cried, exasperated, handing her wizo-cell over to Ginny.

"Thank you. Now sit back and watch the magic begin." Ginny scrolled through the directory, stopping at the listing under D. Malfoy and proceeded to dial his number.

"Hello? This is Draco Malfoy."

Ginny wiggled her eyebrow at Hermione before she began. "Oh, hey this is Mya, from Wiztyles."

"Hey. What's up?"

"Well," Ginny began, smiling at the astonished look upon Hermione's face. "I was wondering if I could spend sometime with you, ya know, so I can get a feel of your style."

Draco chuckled. "Really. I was just going to call you and ask you the same thing. I have this conference tonight at the local meeting hall. Would you like to check that out?"

"Definately." Ginny grinned.

"Alright then, I'll pick you up at seven."

"Sure. Okay. See you tonight. Bye." Ginny flipped the phone closed, looking up at Hermione smugly.

"So?" Hermione asked anxiously. "What did he say?"

"You got yourself a date." Ginny screamed, waving her arms around in a victory dance.

Hermione couldn't hide her happiness. "Now what do we do?" Hermione asked.

"Shopping, there are a few things..we need to buy."

"NO! No no no no no. There is NO way I am going to wear a push-up bra." Hermione pushed the lacy red bra away from her.

"Come on Mya, guys dig chicks with big breasts." Ginny gave her a knowing glance.

"NO!"

"Why in the world not?!"

"BECAUSE!"

"For a know-it-all, you certainly don't know anything about men. They are pigs. They will fuck anything with big boobs and a vagina." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Gin..."

"Not that I was implying anything..you know he was the 'slytherin sex god.' Come on Mya. Please! Don't you want to get back at him for ruining your life?!" Ginny waved the bra in front of Hermione's face.

"FINE!" Hermione shot her a 'you are soooo beyond dead' look and stuffed the bra in their shopping bag.

Draco walked into Gettem's pub, a smile on his face.

"Met a girl?" A voice came from behind him, causing him to whirl around.

Draco relaxed when he realized it was Blaise, his best friend of 5 years. "More like an angel." He said as they walked towards the bar.

"Name?"

"Mya. She's my stylist." Draco downed his whiskey in one gulp.

"And?" Blaise straddled a stool, peering at Draco intently.

"And..she is beautiful, smart, funny. Everything. She's perfect!" Draco closed his eyes, picturing Mya's face in his head.

"And you've known her for how long?" Blaise's eyes bore into Draco's skull.

"Two, three days maybe?" Draco sighed. "But I can't get her out of my mind, and its fucking creeping me out. I have never felt this way before.."

"What is up with you, man? What happened to that slut..Panky? Pasty?" Blaise snickered. "What would your father think if he was still alive today? Tsk. Tsk. 'Pleasure, my boy, pleasure.'" He quoted.

"Pansy and I broke up. It was never going to work." Draco slammed his shotglass down on the counter. "The relationship was purely..sexual. We fucked, it was fun, and now it's over."

"You've been together for 10 years on and off, and now all of a sudden its over?!" Blaise nearly choked on his drink

"I've matured Blaise, I'm no longer that little to-be-Deatheater fucking Pansy just for the fun of it. I know what I want now."

"Don't tell me that now you are looking for a girl to settle down with and start a family." Blaise mocked.

Draco raised a blonde eyebrow. "Perhaps I am."

Blaise patted Draco in the back. "Good luck, mate. Good luck."