AUTHORS NOTE- Hola babes and dudes, or as Joey says, "How you doin..." lol, I wrote this story called The Bet a while ago... and it sucked. So I am re doing it and I hope you guysesness like it. Tootles pet.

I am off to the piddly diddly department...don't mind me.

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XxX MoOnIe

DISCLAIMER- If I owned Harry Potter, does that mean I could own Draco... Muhahaha... I like that idea... But bummers for all, he is not mine, and -Alas!- neither is this all my doing... J.K. Rowling helped me! jk I luv you all

Reputation

Three months. That's all it took... Ok, I lied. Technically, Draco became hot 6 months ago...2 weeks, 7 days, 9 hours... but who's really counting, right. Well, actually every single female at Hogwarts is. Besides Pansy, who always had that odd obsession with him... and padded bras. Ohh and the female teachers, that would be just a little bit...illegal...

Two years... just a tad longer then humanly right. That's how long it took Hermione to change. (Again,2 years, 4 months, 1 week, 8 days, 3 hours.)

Well, not really change, she was the same person with the same reputation. Good girl granger and her books... brainy little one isn't she. But two years, four months, one week, eight days and three hours ago, she decided something. Change is good. And I don't mean change like changing your underwear (Which you should do every day, Boys and Girls!) but change as in... style. A personality that upgraded from a brick wall, a different look, a different Hermione.

Why the hell not right, you only live once... unless your a vampire, because you live after you die.. so is that technically living twice? But if they are living, then they aren't the living dead, they are the living living...but they are dead. You know what, I'm just confusing myself, so I am going to ignore my little voices arguing about in my brainal area, and continue.

It took Hermione the two months (and 4 days) of summer to actually be motivated to become Mione (her alias... like Tater Salad...) It was one of the worst experiences of her life, really. Realizing that Daniel (who is quite an unattractive bloke) broke up with her for Lizzie. Lizzie looked like a man for Merlin's sake! A repulsive man that took a fancy to going commando while wearing a skin-tight mini and a wonder bra.

Why is it that guys go for sluts? What is so attractive about little whores that prance about in disturbingly short outfits, singing that they want to go to the candy shop...they wanna like your lolli pop... (A.N.-no offense Olivia...) But, truth be told, Lizzie was the main reason for her change. Hermione didn't go the the lengths Liz did, but still. Her mother allowed her to get her hair done,( saying it had to do with the "commitment of Ones inner self") Hermione's mom is a real Yoga freak, so anything to do with her daughters spiritual flow wasOK with her.

Hermione became a Veg head (i.e. a vegetarian) and ran around her muggle neighborhood every morning. Her hair was cut to rim her face, but the longer layers reached the middle of her back. It was thinned and colored a darker shade of brown, with auburn highlights bringing out her chocolate eyes.

Draco, on the other hand, did nothing to get such a great outcome. Years of Quidditch did wonders with his coordination, and exercising during Quidditch breaks gave him a very defined look. He did nothing to his hair, it neatly laid on his head, giving her a sexy looks, an his light skin glowed. I don't mean he was dipped in a can of radioactive goop, I mean he was just so...amazing. Everything about him was amazing. But he was also so...bad.

He was most definitely the boy you didn't bring home to mom. Harry Potter was. Harry-fuckin-goody-two-shoes let-me-save-the-little-mudbloods-and-the-rainforest-Potter. Draco was the boy you cheated on Harry with.

All the Malfoys had those penetrating eyes... the charm that could make a Veela swoon... the brains,and of course (Draco's favorite feature) power. Money can buy you friends, thats true, but power makes your friends fear you, want to become you, idolize you. And Draco was exactly that. An Idol. The Hogwarts Sex God. Everyone knew his title, guys wanted his title, half the girls in Hogwarts GAVE him the title.

But they all knew his game. He would date a girl for a week maximum, sleep with her, make her love him...then leave her and sleep with her friends. But, although everyone knew what he was doing, girls would line up at his dorm room, wanting to be mistreated. What the hell was wrong with them, only Merlin knows. Maybe the lack of self respect... maybe they liked being made fun of by the guy they adored, or maybe they were just stupid. Whatever the reason, Malfoy had anything, and anyone, he wanted.

He was every girls fantasy. Malfoy was the guy that would have you orgasm just by looking at you hard enough... He was...

Perfect.

Perfectly bad.

Perfectly pig-headed enough to make a bet that might damage his reputation...

Hermione's POV

"I hate make-up... I hate it more that I hate hair straightners and their evil little heated plates...that burn real bad. Why couldn't make-up be a class at Hogwarts, something I need to figure out." Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out why her blush made her cheeks purple. Her mother glanced at her from the bed, smiling.

"Hun, you just dipped the blush brush in my eye shadow... purple really isn't your color baby..." Her mom giggled.

"I'm glad you find your daughters retardation-ness about make-up funny. Maybe I can go back to Hogwarts 3 weeks late and explain to them why I have tiny little red bumps on my face." Hermione looked hopelessly at the brush in her hand and shot her mom a sad look.

"Darling, the spots are gone, you can't see them. You can go to Hogwarts, three weeks late, and explain to them you were dying with a muggle case called Chicken Pox that gave you purple cheeks, if you want..." Hermione glared at her mother "...Or, you can go wash up, and I'll help you."

Hermione went to the bathroom and cleaned her face on a white towel... bad idea. Hermione might be the cleverest witch at Hogwarts, but common sense was an ability she need to learn quick. Purple smears covered the fluffy towel.

"Oh...shit..." Hermione mumbled. She glanced at her mom, making sure she didn't see the stains, and quickly flipped the towel so the clean side was showing.

"Baby, are you done in there?"

"Yeah Mom..." Hermione looked at the towel, stuck her tongue out at it, and walked into the room.

Her mom sat her down and explained what each of the little bottles did, how to use mascara, etc. Her mom was teaching her how to use liquid eyeliner when the phone rang. Hermione moved to look... bad idea. The liquid brush traced her eye, causing black little swirls to form. Hermione screamed as water dripped from her eye.

"What did you do?"

"I bloody stabbed myself with the eyeliner! Evil little paint thingy..." The black had seeped out of her eye, but it was bloodshot. "Great... mental note to self, don't ever use eyeliner." Her mom looked at her eye, but the phone ran again. Her fathers voice called up the stairs that it was for Hermione.

She looked in the mirror one last time, her mother holding her with her chin propped on Hermione's shoulder.

"You look beautiful baby..."

"Even with one eye lined in black and the other bloodshot?"

Her mom giggled. "Yes dear. You are always beautiful." She smiled at her through the reflection, then handed her the phone.

"Hello? Oh hey Amber! No, I am learning the magic of make-up. No...no...yeah...no. He just liked her better, I guess...yeah...oh I'm sorry to hear about that...yeah, thanks for giving me your chicken pox, I get to go to school late...no...it went away...yeah...NO! GROSS!...hahaha...we should...ok...ok...bye ...ok...ok, bye...Amber, I'm going to hang up...haha...ok...bye babe." -Click-

"What was that about?" Mrs. Granger asked, looking at her daughter place the phone on the receiver.

"She kept on talking so I just hung up. Amber knows I lover her like a sister... but the poor girl can't keep her mouth closed sometime." Hermione's mum raised an eyebrow at her, amazed at her remark. She sat up and walked towards her 17-year-old daughter.

"Herm, you should pack your stuff up, you are going to be leaving really early tomorrow." She kissed Hermione on the cheek, smiled, and walked out.

Hermione glanced at the bag that was already packed at the foot of her bed. She stalked over to her makeup, placed in in a tiny purse and shoved that in her second piece of luggage. The makeup bag broke spilling the evil eye liner and powder brush to the floor.

"Stupid...For merlins sake I HATE Make up!"

And with that she crawled up on her bed, shot the stranded make-up tools on the ground an evil look, and opened up her new favorite book, "Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging."

She could already tell it was going to be a long year...even if it started late for her.

A/N: Ok, I wrote this story 2 years ago,(called The Bet) and I was reading it and realized...wow. I really sucked at this. So I am keeping the plot, but the story has changed so much... Before the chapter alone was 17 sentences long.. now its...decent sized. I hope you like a lot! I welcome any reviews...that are like chocolate. Quite addictive, but reviews are less fattening. So please tell me what you think!

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