Blaise raised a thoughtful eyebrow. "Why can't the great Draco Malfoy do this himself?"

"Because the great Draco Malfoy doesn't have any ideas, and needs something exceptionally good to get the wench back."

Blaise laughed. "The wench, is she now? The way I see it, this is between you and her. I mean, I can help with ideas, but there's no way I'm going to seduce her or anything."

Draco looked at him curiously. "Did I say anything about seducing?" Blaise coloured slightly, shaking his head.

"No, but that's generally along the lines of what you want me to do and-"

"Whatever. I think you want to seduce her."

"No, I just-"

Draco was looking at him skeptically. "It doesn't matter. I won't ask you to seduce her. Besides, how is that a way of getting her back?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blaise said defensively.

Draco rolled his eyes. "It means that any girl would be happy to have you seduce them." Blaise smiled, incredibly pleased. "Not that I find you appealing in any way, but you seem to have a way with the ladies, Blaise."

"I know."

"Anyways, any ideas to get Granger back?"

"I'm not going to-"

"-Do anything for me, I know. But you can help with the planning."

Hermione sighed as she sat down on the couch in the common room. She was waiting for her doomsday, essentially, because it was Friday, and that night was her first date with Malfoy.

Though if she didn't think of it that way, then maybe the rest of the school wouldn't either. Yeah, fat chance, she thought ruefully, grabbing Malfoy's book off the small coffee table and settling in for a few hours.

Draco Malfoy had a plan. And when Draco Malfoy has a plan, something bad is bound to happen. So Hermione was right to feel apprehensive.

When Malfoy walked in the door to their common room whistling, she became even more apprehensive. A Malfoy whistling was a dangerous thing.

"So, ready for our date tonight?" Hermione asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Draco Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks.

The whistling stopped.

Despite his wit, Draco Malfoy could have his blonde moments.

"What?" He asked stupidly, sounding more like Crabbe or Goyle than anything.

Hermione gave him an exasperated look. "The muggle studies outing we're being forced to accompany each other on tonight?"

Malfoy regained his senses, sitting down in a large arm chair across from her.

"We received a letter from Dumbledore, outlining the details of tonight," Hermione spoke again, and then turned back to her book. Pardon. Malfoy's book.

"So? Where are we going?"

"A movie."

"What's a movie?"

"Look it up," she replied curtly.

"Must I?" He whined back at her.

"Yes, you must," she said, looking amused.

"Can't you just tell me, Oh Great Muggle born One?"

"What in Merlin's name are you on?"

"Just tell me what a movie is."

"You've seen a play, right?" He nodded in answer. "Well, it's like that, only it's been pre-recorded. So there aren't actual people on a stage, it's like, a whole bunch of people in one picture, only with a plot line." He stared at her. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"No."

She sighed. "You'll see tonight."

"When do we leave?"

"After dinner."

"Do we still have to eat dinner together?"

Hermione glanced up, looking thoughtful. "I'm not sure. Could you check the letter? It's on the table."

He got up and checked it. "We're to eat there, it says. How are we going to do that?"

"You'll see," replied Hermione, smiling at the memory of Draco's reaction to her burger the week before. "You'll most certainly see."

He gave her a very odd look.

They weren't sure how they ended up in muggle London, but they did. Hermione was rather excited, and Draco was quite the opposite. He looked rather bored, but she wasn't surprised.

She gestured for him to follow her, and set out trying to find a theatre. It didn't take long, and once she had she beckoned him inside. "This is a theatre. We're going to buy dinner from over there," she said, motioning to a concession stand, "And then we're going to go in there," she continued, pointing to two doors, "And sit and watch the movie."

"Whatever."

She rolled her eyes in response, and pulled him over to the stand, peering at the selection and the prices. "I think two burgers and fries, with two medium drinks." Hermione looked at Draco for confirmation.

"Whatever."

"I'm glad you're so enthusiastic," she replied, rolling her eyes and then turning to the teenager behind the counter. Draco stood, arms crossed, glaring at everything. Muggles were everywhere. He was thoroughly disgusted. He watched Hermione instead, because she at least knew some magic…Wait, when had he decided Hermione was an OK person? Bad thoughts, Draco, bad thoughts.

"C'mon," Hermione said, holding two small brown bags. "We should get good seats."

"So," Draco said once they were seated. "What are we watching?"

"It's a chick flick, I'm sorry." Hermione replied, looking genuinely apologetic.

"What's a chick flick?" Draco has, looking terrified, all sorts of horrible ideas running through his head. Hermione laughed.

"It's a film that is usually very romantic, though often funny. Most guys don't like them."

"So why am I watching one?"

"It was all that was playing!"

"Whatever."

Hermione sighed. "I'll be back in a sec, I just have to go to the washroom. Don't wander off now."

"Yes mother," he replied, smirking. The row was mostly empty, probably due to the fact that it was fairly early in the night.

"May I sit here?" Asked a very husky voice.

Draco put on his best charming face, turning to look at the gorgeous woman standing over him. "Clarice?"

"Draco," she gushed, falling into the cushioned seat on his right. "It's been so long."

Draco looked nervous. "So long."

"Too long, perhaps…" She replied, moving her hand onto his knee.

"Uh, yeah…" He replied, casting furtive glances around the theatre. Just then, Hermione reappeared. She took one look at the situation and began smirking. Fine time for her to begin turning into a Slytherin, Draco thought, looking from Hermione to Clarice and back again.

"Hello, Draco. Care to introduce me to your friend?" She asked pleasantly.

"Um….Hermione, this is Clarice. Clarice, this is Hermione." He said, squirming.

"Pleasure, I'm sure," Clarice purred, barely glancing at Hermione. She stared at Draco, who was looking pleadingly at Hermione.

"No, it's all mine," Hermione replied. "Could you hand me the soda Draco and I are sharing? He's stolen it again," she said, giving Clarice a You-Know-How-Men-Are look, and shifting her body to hide her own drink.

"Oh? You're sharing a drink….?" Clarice said, as if she were asking a question. Hermione nodded as she took the can from Clarice's hand.

Draco gave Hermione a puzzled look. She just gave him a grim smile. "We're the best of friends," she said to Clarice, "We share everything."

"Oh," said Clarice, her voice turning back to the customary purr. "Just friends."

Draco glared at Hermione. Clarice excused herself and went to find someone. Hermione turned to him. "Yes?"

"I thought you were going to save me."

"What do you mean?"

"You told her we were just friends!"

"A felony, I'm sure."

"Shut up."

"We're as far from friends as can be, Draco dearest, did you want me to lie?"

"Yes! Anything to get her away from me."

"You must be pretty desperate…" Hermione began, but trialed off when she saw who Clarice had returned with. It was Andre, her ex-boyfriend. There had been many reasons she'd dumped Andre, but the main one had been that he was slightly obsessive about sex. She groaned, and Draco followed her gaze.

"There is no chance in hell…." Hermione said weakly.

"Is he?"

"An ex? Yeah." It was Draco's turn to smirk.

"Looks like we're in the same boat then."

"Right about now, your twisted plan is looking pretty good."

Clarice interrupted them. "Andre can sit on Hermione's other side, no? Since there's no room over here…" She said, sitting down and placing her hand back on Draco's knee. He grimaced.

Hermione winced herself as Andre sat down. "Long time no see."

"There was a reason for that," she replied through gritted teeth.

"Someone's touchy."

"Shut up."

The movie began, and Draco and Hermione moved closer together, away from the horrors on either side of them. Clarice spent the first half of the movie slowly maneuvering herself onto Draco's lap, while Andre tried repeatedly to loop his arm around Hermione's shoulders.

They'd both had about enough. "Clarice, for the love of God!" Draco hissed near the end of the movie.

"But you are just friends, no?" She replied softly, whispering into his ear.

"We're, we're…" Draco stuttered, while Hermione talked to Andre.

"Would you stop?" She said, keeping her voice low.

"But, he's just your friend, right?" Andre said, smiling and winking.

"He's, he's…" Hermione said, turning to face Draco. "Sorry," she whispered, before firmly planting her lips on his. Clarice gasped. Andre gasped. Draco kissed back.

When Hermione finally pulled away, both Andre and Clarice had disappeared into the back of the theatre for some bonding time.

Draco stared at her in shock.

"What?" She asked, grinning. "Was it that bad?"

"You just kissed me!"

"He wouldn't leave me alone. I'm sorry, really. But look, they went away!"

"Thank God for that."

There was an uncomfortable pause. "So…. How do you like the movie?"

"It's crap."

"OK, so no chick flick next time."

"Who says there'll be a next time?" He said, giving her a strange look.

"Dumbledore, of course," she said hurriedly, blushing slightly as she turned back to the screen.

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, shut up."

The movie finished, and they returned back to the common room.

"That was fun," Draco said, only a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh, yeah," Hermione replied, "It was wonderful."

"Looking back though, it was pretty funny."

"I guess," Hermione replied, then started laughing. To her surprise, Draco joined in. When they'd both recovered, Hermione asked "So, what's the deal with Clarice?"

"My father set us up." Hermione grimaced. "Exactly," Draco said, looking at her in amusement. "And Andre?"

"One of those summer love things."

"What was the down side?"

"He's a sex maniac."

"Aren't all boys?"

"I don't know," she said, giving him a very strange look. She bit her lip thoughtfully. "Are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." He replied.

"I wouldn't go that far."

"That's an innuendo if I've ever heard one."

"And I'm sure you've heard loads."

"As a matter of fact…"

"I don't want to know."

"Goodnight Hermione."

"Goodnight Draco."

And with that, the two parted ways, thinking hard.

A/N: Sorry if this is crap, I've been working on it slowly for the past little while…Please review.