Dislcaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Hermione lay in bed contemplating Draco's words. Ron was an idiot, he had her in more ways than one, and he fucked it up. It wasn't her fault it was his, and she was going to find a way to make him pay. "A long as my name is Hermione Granger I will make Ron pay for what he did to me!" She announces in a whisper to her self. After her conversation with Draco she felt like the whole world had been lifted off her shoulder; she liked that feeling. Within minutes she was fast asleep, with dreams of torturing Ron in way's to explicit to be described.

Mean while in the room next to Hermione's, Draco was thinking about Hermione. She had saved his life during the battle, he imagined that was the reason for his kindness towards her. She didn't have to block the Avada Kadavra curse pelting towards him, hell after all the insults and such over the last 7 years he was sure she wouldn't have saved him. But that doesn't change the fact that she did, and he owed her his life, no matter if they liked each other or not he owed her whatever she wanted, and he knew he would give her that and more. Her crying did stop after he told her she was amazing and all that, it wasn't like those words were a stranger to his lips. To many times to count did he use them on a girl about their ex to get them to sleep with him. That's just what ever girl wants to hear when her heart is broken, he just hoped that now they didn't have the same affect on Hermione that they did on the others.

"Hermione, can I get in there. I really need to use the bathroom." Draco pounded on the bathroom door fiercely, he felt like his bladder was about to explode.

"Hold on I'm just finishing my makeup. It will only be a second," she replied from behind the door.

"Let me in," he pounded on the door again, "If you don't I swear I will pee all over everything you own!"

"ok! Keep your pants on," she answered stepping out of the bathroom. Draco's mouth fell open when he saw her. Her hair wasn't bushy, but hung in a mess of tamed curls, she was wearing makeup for once, but not a noticeable amount, she wore a vibrant green tank top that stopped just above her mid drift, and a fashionable pair of hip huggers.

"Bathroom's yours," she replied smiling at Draco's reaction. After relieving himself, Draco found Hermione digging through a box in her dresser.

"What you looking for?" She jumped at the sound of his voice, quickly recovering and going back to searching.

"It's this necklace my grandma gave me. It goes great with this shirt."

"So why so dressed up?" Draco gave her his infamous smirk as he grabbed a necklace from the table next to her bed.

"Well I've decided that instead of moping around I'm going to make Ron pay. So I'm going to look as hot as I can , and let the infamous play boy of Hogwarts escort me to our first class." Hermione smiled in delight at the look of shock on Draco's face.

" Here's your necklace," he threw it to her, "What makes you think that I'm going to help you make Weasley mad?" He replied throwing her a smirk.

"Well because you hate him, and your such a nice guy. Plus I know your trying to avoid Parkinson and if she sees us "together" she will back off." Hermione gave Malfoy a smirk worthy of his own.

"Are you sure you're a Gryffindor because that look was sure as hell Slytherin."

Harry and Ron found two seats at the back of the potions room among the rest of the Gryffindors. Harry hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Hermione yet since she sat as far away from him and Ron as possible at the beginning of the year feast. Ron hadn't been as happy lately without Hermione, but he seemed to be managing. Ron currently was flirting with Parvati who had taken the seats in front of them when all talking in the room ceased as Hermione and Draco walked in arm in arm playfully taunting each other. Everyone was shocked, between Hermione's new hot look, and her and Draco being not only civil to each other but down right friendly.