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Listening In

Hermione's enchanted alarm clock rang disrupting her beauty sleep. Her glossy eye's looked at the clock which said 8 am. Hermione sat straight up and leaned against her head board and yawned.

Her new slave driver… I mean Malfoy had bewitched her alarm clock for an early rise. Just as soon as Hermione's eyes got adjusted to the light her door flew open.

"Jesus Granger, you look like hell in the morning!" Draco Malfoy exclaimed while brushing imaginary lint off of his shirt.

"And I'm sure you've already noticed…I do not."

"Right Malfoy… well I'm up now so your services will not be required any longer." Hermione responded and pulled her bed sheets over her head.

Draco, thoroughly irritated with the stubborn Gryffindor pulled the sheets from completely off the bed reveling a scantly clad Mudblood. Hermione shivered and tried to cover as much of her skin as her night gown would allow.

"Malfoy, what do you think your doing?" Hermione exclaimed

Draco hardly took the notice when he walked up over to her bed and threw her over his shoulder.

"PUT ME DOWN MALFOY!" Hermione frantically screamed and pounded on his back, gaining her a soft chuckle. He walked over to the shower and turned the shower head on.

He grabbed a flailing Granger by the waste and tossed her into the cold shower.

Hermione shrieked bloody murder.

"Now Granger I hope next time you'll think twice about wasting my time." He sneered and walked out of the bathroom.

Nearly 45 minutes a fully dressed Hermione Granger stepped into the common room wearing a loosely tied pony tail and a soft pink jump suit.

'Well at least I have something to work with.' Malfoy thought to himself and stood up from the oversized couch. Hermione eyed him carefully as he approached her.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Hermione asked.

"God's could he be anymore arrogant?'

He stopped about five inches in front of her.

"Well Granger, I must admit you sure do clean up nicely."

"Thanks…I wish I could say the say for you."

'But of course I can you look simply smashing everyday.'

Draco smirked at her.

"Well Granger we should be off." He exclaimed and roughly grabbed her by the wrist and whisked her into an over sized fire place.

Instantly the arrived in a small French boutique that was adorned in gold and silver trim. Sharp, fluorescent lights beamed down on the two Hogwarts students as they walked to the front of the boutique.

Draco Malfoy roughly ran his large well groomed hand threw his soft platinum blonde hair as he approached the clerk at the front desk.

She was clad in a tight black shirt and fitted black slakes. She had long curly dark brown hair, which slightly fell over her heavily face. Her green eye's gazed back into Draco's silvery blue ones.

"How may I help you sir?" The women asked imitating an American accent through her think French one.

"Yes, I need a lighter color for this lady," He grabbed Hermione's hand and escorted her to his side, "trim it about an inch but keep the length." He continued. Hermione smiled softly at the French lady, who seemed displeased with Hermione.

The worker escorted Hermione into what appeared to be a secret room. Draco sighed fully aware that it was going to be an exasperating day.

He walked out side the small boutique and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took a long drag and ran a hand through his hair. He walked over to a green park bench and waited for Hermione.

Nearly 1 hour and ½ Hermione emerged out of the boutique. Her hair trimmed and colored a lighter color. She smiled coyly at Malfoy asking his approval. He nodded in response.

"Well, we shall continue there's no use in loitering around here." Malfoy drawled slowly and began to walk down the street. They walked down the street together. They had been walking for about 10 minutes before a very handsome man walked up to Hermione. The young man had dark black hair and sharp green eyes that reminded her of Harry.

", Ne sont pas bien vous juste les femmes les plus belles que je jamais ai vu."

Well, aren't you just the most beautiful women I've ever seen.

The green eyed beauty exclaimed, leaning over to kiss Hermione's right hand. Hermione blushed and giggled not really sure of what he said. Draco scowled.

What a prick. Draco Thought.

"Le camarade désolé, she's avec moi."

Sorry mate she's with me. Malfoy drawled in perfect French wrapping his toned right arm around her waist.

What dose he think he's doing?... I didn't know Malfoy new French…I have to admit it's rather sexy.

Draco smirked and pulled her closer. Hermione let out a low shriek.

"Désolé, vous ne pouvez pas me blâmer. ..Shes exquis."

Sorry, you can't blame me...shes exquisite. Mr. Green eyes responded. He looked her up and down once more before walking away.

Draco's arm stayed glued to her side as they continued to walked down the streets of France.

"Are you going to tell me what that was about Malfoy?"

"Nothing, just some guy who saw something he liked."

Really? She though.

"And what makes you think I didn't see something I liked?" She asked.

"He's not your type." Draco concluded ending the conversation. After walking for 15 more minutes the came to a lovely boutique called: Soie de sorciers or Wizards Silk, the name of the boutique was painted in purple with gold dust sprinkled in. Draco grabbed the door handle which was shaped as a star. He held it open to allow Hermione to pass threw.

"L'accueil, l'Accueil, l'Accueil, parlez-vous français ?"

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, do you speak French? A short, plump women asked wearing an old Witches hat.

"Not exactly." Malfoy responded for them.

"I sezzz, veree well, if youvv needzz zzzome 'elp, don't ezeitate to azzk." The plump women finished and disappeared to the back of the store.

The boutique was a specialty store filled with rakes and rakes of fine lingerie.

"Malfoy, what are we doing here?" She questioned and pulled away from him

"You need to get some panties that aren't so extremely boring." Hermione blushed at the references to her underwear.

This is gonna be along day. They thought in unison

They arrived back at Hogwarts just in time for dinner. Hermione approached the door to the great hall and smoothed out her skirt the Draco had shortened about three inches. She skillfully pulled her newly dyed hair in to a high bun.

She squeezed onto the table bench between next to Harry and across from Ron and Ginny.

"Hermione are you growing? Your skirt looks shorter." Ron questioned.

"Uh no Ronald it's probably just the position that I was in that's all. Mmm dinner looks nice tonight doesn't it?" Hermione exclaimed earning weird looks from her friends.

"Well whatever Mione, where were you today? You weren't at breakfast or lunch." Ginny wondered.

"Oh…um…well I was a bit under the weather."

The table exchanged skeptical glances but retuned to scraping the food of the plates and shoveling in into there mouths.