SPIN THE BOTTLE

Disclaimer: We've been through this, it's all hers. If it were mine, why would I be writing this?

A/N: This is one of my favorite chapppies. Hope u like it 2.

Chapter 10- His Plans

The morning after his diary was stolen, Draco decided to plan a ball. For Hermione, of course. Now, the easiest way to plan a ball without feeding people is by using ghosts or pictures. Hermione had taught him the Metamorphosis charm and he decided that it might work for a portrait ball. So, he took to writing an invitation.

Portraits,

I, Draco Malfoy, request your presence next Sunday Evening at 8 o'clock. If you wish to come, please gather at any portrait near the Room of Requirement at 8. You will be attending a ball. Do not tell Hermione Granger under any circumstances.

-Draco Malfoy, Head Boy

He finished it with a flourish and set out of his room to find a trustworthy portrait. He picked the one Hermione had shown him the first night. Luckily, he was napping and in the portrait. "Wake up!" he whispered. The portrait yawned and slowly opened his eyes. Before her could scurry, Draco said, "Metamorphosis."

The portrait glared, "What?" he snapped.

"This," Draco held out the note.

As the portrait read, a big grin spread on his face. "Ah, yes," he muttered, "A ball. Dumbledore is ever so good at picking."

To Draco, he said, "I shall attend. And of course, I'll pass it on."

Draco smiled, "Thanks."

"Of course, my dear fellow. Now, just right me into my portrait."

"Metamorphosom."

The portrait hurried away. Draco watched from above as portrait's faces lit up with the prospect of a ball. Then, he walked back into his room.

Gryfindor Common Room (A/N: Spelling of Gryfindor, anyone?)

"Hey, Hermione?"

"What, Ron?"

"Can I call you 'Mione?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because, that's a pet name."

"So?" he looked bewildered. Baboon, She thought.

"I'm not your pet. You're supposed to be studying."

"Well, I'm bored."

"Well, I'm sick and tired of hearing your voice."

"Oh, come on."

"I'm leaving."

"No, wait. I'm going to fail!"

"Well, you were just blabbing on about my name, so obviously, you don't want to study."

"But...it's boring."

"So fail." Hermione picked up her books and left. She didn't notice the paper in the Fat Lady's hand as she went to her dorm. Finding Draco asleep on the couch, she conjured her own couch and fell asleep as well.

Draco hadn't really been asleep. As soon as he noticed her walk in, he pretended to be. He watched as she conjured a couch and fell asleep, then got to work. She needed a dress for the Ball. What color? What size? When he had decided, he made the dress, folded it into a box and had it floating above her. When she woke up, she'd find it. He then went upstairs to seriously go to sleep.

When Hermione finally woke up, she saw the box floating above her. She pulled it down and opened it. Inside was a pastel pink dress. It was sleeveless and revealing. Although that was the case, the neckline somehow sill had a V cut into it. There was lace covering the skirt bit and little emeralds were imbedded into it. There were also petite gloves, with emeralds around where her wrist would be. Underneath the dress was a silver crown with a note attached.

Because I felt like it.

-Draco

She gasped. He'd only known her for, what? Three day. Then she saw something else. Another note tucked away in the folds of the dress.

Meet me in the Room of Requirement. 8 PM, next Sunday. Wear the dress, glove, crown and shoes.

-Draco

Shoes? She searched through the box and found them. 2-inch heels, even more strappy than the ones she had worn at Halloween. "Wow," she breathed. Then she remember something. Wear the dress. V-neck strapless. Now, strapless is okay, but with a V-neck too? Oh god. She tried to add sleeves, but Draco had done some sort of spell. Oh, he was going to pay. Maybe she just wouldn't go. No, that wasn't good enough. She'd make him really pay.

Just then, Draco walked down the stairs. "Hello," Hermione said.

"Oh, hey," Draco responded. His hair was messy and it fell in his eyes. She found herself drawn to those eyes.

"Staring?" he asked.

She snapped out of it, "No," she said briskly, "But, I have a question"

"Yes?"

"The dress."

"You want to know what it's for? Nothing."

"Liar."

"Fine, it's a surprise."

"Then I insist to pick out your outfit."

"My what?"

"Don't tell me you aren't wearing anything when I where the dress."

"Fine."

"Good boy." She walked up, grabbed his collar and dragged him into the room. "Where's your clothing?" He pointed to his trunk. She dragged him over to it, "Now," she said, "Stand on this." She waved her wand and a stool appeared, "And hold out your arms."

After 5 hours of serious trying-on, Hermione smiled, "I've found the perfect thing."

Draco looked revolted.

A/N: Well, you like? I do. RR