OK, Soggy decided to make a new story. Yeah, it's only just starting, and there's not much conflict with the characters in this chapter. Don't worry, there will be!

"Hermione? Are you alright?" Harry asked, peering into her eyes.

"Yeah, you look a bit...peaky," Ron said. Ginny nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I'm...just fine. Except, you know, the whole damn assignment!" Hermione said angrily. How could they ask her to do that?

"Yeah, you want to tell us about that? You've just been sulking about it all morning. We can sympathize with you if we don't know what wrong," Ginny said bluntly.

"You wanna know? OK, I'll tell you! Three years after graduating from Hogwarts, I thought I'd never have to see him again! They want me to...they want me to hook up with Malfoy! I told them he was hitting on me the other night, at that stupid night club we went to. Well, they think it would be a 'smart decision' to start a...relationship!...with Malfoy, and see if I can get any Death Eater information out of him! Can you believe it? And if I say no, that could cost us lives that I could have saved! I had to agree! So then, I called him on his Wizard Mobile. Which, he apparently had put his number in the other night. And I have to go out on a date. With Draco fucking Malfoy tonight."

Harry's eyes had widened to the size of saucers, and Ron had gone slightly green. Ginny, on the other hand, was giggling. "Well, he is handsome, you must admit. And, well, he'll pay, won't he? He is Mr. Moneybags. You could use this to your advantage!"

Hermione looked at her disgustedly. "Well, thanks Gin." In her mind she was saying, 'And the whores have spoken.'

"Yep! I'm gonna make you beautiful. Malfoy likes his women beautiful."

Draco Malfoy walked into a large, deserted house. It was almost completely dark, only a few candles showing him the way to his masters room.

He reached the room and got on all fours, crawling towards his master, his head bowed, trying not to think of how he would rather be anywhere but where he was.

"Malfoy..." the Dark Lord spoke in a soft hiss. "I take it all has gone well?"

"Yes, Master. The Mudblood has agreed to go on a date with me tonight. I will try to milk all of the information out of her possible--"

"No...No...that won't work. Wooh her. Make her want you. Make her need you. If possible, get her to move into your manor...or marry you. That would be best, our long term plans. Make her trust you. Slowly...Gradually...change her beliefs. When we are done with her, we will dispose of her...But for now...make her completely yours. We need her information...now that Snape has left his role as a double agent...and Dumbledore is dead, that Potter has taken over...she is closest to him...we need her. You will be rewarded beyond your wildest imagination."

"Master--surely you don't expect me to...marry...a Mudblood?"

"Surely you don't think I would say something I didn't mean?"

"Y-yes, Lord," and with that, the blonde crawled back out of the room. He stormed into his house angrily. Marry, the Mudblood? The girl he hated hated, oh, his entire life?

'How did I get sucked into this mess? Father is dead! I don't want to be a fucking Death Eater! Malfoys don't bow before someone else, do someone else's dirty work!'

With a sigh, he walked into his room to start getting ready.

They met at the Leaky Cauldron.

Draco was pleasantly surprised. Granger had begun to look good. She looked even better than she had that night at the club. Her hair, though still very curly, had lost its frizz factor, and hung in shiny spirals, framing her face. Her side bangs only set the look off. She was wearing--albiet, natural shades of--makeup, and some lipgloss. She was wearing a plain, black, floaty, knee-lenth skirt and a pale yellow lace-and-satin tank top. She was wearing black ballet flats, and carried a small money pouch in which she held a few galleons and her Wizard Mobile.

Hermione was equally happy with her date's looks. His sleek blonde hair was shiny as ever, but loose. It came down the just under the nape of his neck, and hung in his eyes slightly. He was wearing black formal-dress trousers and a black working shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the top two buttons un-done. He held his black suit coat over his left arm.

He saw she was seated at the bar. He walked up and leaned against the bar next to her stool.

"Hermione," he said politely, smiling. She would never admit it, but chills went up her spine at the sound of her name on her lips. It was like a caress. She would scold herself later for that.

"Draco," she replied. He found it surprisingly hard to resist the--insane--urge to grab her around the neck and kiss her. He doubted that would help his pointless, annoying, humiliating cause.

"Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm. He could practically hear his mother's pleased sigh. She had taught him well.

Hermione placed her hand on the inner sideof his elbow, sliding off her chair. They walked out of the bar with all the grace and dignity of royalty. Anyone would have thought they were completely in love, not trying to crack each other for information that could save the wizarding world.

They got on surprisingly well. After being seated in an extremely fancy restaurant Hermione had only dreamed of eating in, they had spent a silent, akward moment just figuring out what to do. Draco had brought up a topic that had interested them both, and they, surprisingly, shared a view on it. And many other things, as they discovered, that night.

I won't bore you with the gory details of their conversation, I'll just let you know, by the time appetizers had arrived, they had both forgotten who, exactly, they were talking to, and what, exactly, they were trying to get from the other.

After dessert, they walked out of the restaurant, Hermione wearing Draco's suit coat around her shoulders, and his hand on the small of her back.

"Where to now?" Hermione asked breezily after stepping out of the revolving door.

"Well, we could go to the theatre..." Draco said, turning around. He put his hands on her waist and took a step toward her. She took a step back.

"Well, I don't know..." Hermione said, taking another two steps back, as he took two forward.

"We could go to a Quidditch game..." Draco said, advancing more.

"I don't think so," she said, stepping back again.

"Or we could go home," he said, stepping forward again. She stepped back. She found herself backed up against the wall of an alley.

He smirked and leaned forward, placing his lips on hers. Gently at first, until he realized she was returning his kiss. He deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip into her mouth. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, grasping his hair, pulling him closer. He pressed himself against her, trapping her between himself and the wall.

Finally, he broke away.

"Home...home sounds good," Hermione gasped after catching her breath.

"Good, your place or mine?" he asked, smiling. She laughed, and he apparated them both to his house.