Author Note: OMG, I'm so sorry it took me so long! I"ve just been totally busy, and I havn't had time to work on this at all! I'm really sad that more people aren't commenting. I mean, I have 22 alerts on this story, but only about 10 of you have commented. :'(
That night, Hermione returned to her room. Pansy hadn't come up yet, and that was good because Hermione had something to do. Crookshanks sat on her bed. He had yet to venture out, because he was so unfamiliar with these new surroundings.
"Crookshanks, you wouldn't believe what kind of day I've had!" Hermione told him as she gathered up all her books, "I think this is a great start to the new me." With that, she put all her books in a box and shoved it under her bed to make room for all her new clothes. Priorities first, after all.
By Monday, when classes started, they had started calling her the Princess of Slytherin, and Hermione was pleased with that. She sat through Herbology, Transfiguration, and History of Magic with Draco's arm around her waist, feeling like the hottest girl in the world. For the first time, she didn't pay attention in History, finding it much more interesting to make out with her prince in the back of the room, then they headed to Potions.
"Hey, Hermione," Pansy said as they walked toward the dungeons, "We have Potions with the Gryffindors. What are you going to do?"
Hermione shrugged, preoccupied with pinching Draco's butt.
"Whatever I need to do get those losers to realize that I am way above them now."
They rounded the corner and came face to face with those same losers. Upon seeing the new, improved and extremely hot Hermione, Weasley's mouth dropped open.
"Hermione?" Potter asked, looking equally shocked.
"Not the Hermione you knew, Potter." Draco said, wrapping his arm around Hermione's waist, "And she's way out of your league now. Same goes for you, Weasley."
"Can it, Malfoy." Weasley snapped, "Harry and I want to talk to Hermione."
"So you can do what, Weasley?" Hermione asked, "Warn me about how much Slytherins suck? Because you would be wasting your time. I've tried both sides, and I like Slytherin better. The boys are sexier."
Weasley's face turned red, and he seemed ready to yell, but he swallowed the urge.
"Actually," he said quietly, "We were going to say that you would always be our friend. No matter what house you're in."
"Hah, you are such a liar, blood traitor."
Weasley looked shocked, then hurt, then angry.
"How dare you-"
"Harassing women now, are we, Weasley?" Snape asked as he walked up. Weasley looked about to yell at him, but Potter grabbed his arm.
"Just drop it." he muttered, and they all walked into the Potions room.
What followed was the best potions class Hermione had ever had. Instead of criticizing and ignoring her, Snape allowed her to answer every question, and commended her in front of the whole class for making the best potion he had ever seen from someone of her age. And to add to the day, she saw Weasley begin to shake with either rage or jealousy as Draco gave her a passionate kiss.
She loved the way his beautiful silver eyes lit up when he was mocking a less worthy wizard. When Longbottom dropped his sample potion, and it splashed on Finnigan's feet, causing his toenails to grow right out of his shoes, Hermione enjoyed being able to join in the laughter for once. She was lucky to be rid of these losers.
To make life even better, Crookshanks had finally ventured out of the dorm room, and seemed quite taken with Draco's snow white cat, Mr. Cookie (who happened to be a girl). Imagine Hermione's delight when she and Pansy came back from getting touch ups, one day, mid October to find Draco standing in the middle of the common room holding her cat, but a sexier version. No longer was Crookshanks bandy-legged and squash faced. His fur was sleek and smooth. He was beautiful.
"Now you two match." Draco smiled, handing him to her.
"Oh, Draco!" Hermione exclaimed, putting Crookshanks down and throwing herself at Draco, pulling him into another passionate kiss. They sat down on the couch, still kissing as Pansy and Blaise did the same, just for the heck of it.
"We are so sexy together." Draco smiled, touching the small of Hermione's back.
"Oh, yeah."
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Zabini, if the two of you are quite done," Professor McGonagall said, her voice cutting between Hermione and Draco as they detached at the lip, "I would like to continue with the lesson. I'm afraid your… extra curricular activities will have to occur on your own time, now if you don't mind, proceed changing your apples into cue balls."
"But Professor," Hermione said, motioning to the two balls on her desk, "We're already finished."
"I know very well, Miss Zabini, that you transfigured both of those yourself, so I'm afraid I will have to give you detention."
"You can't do that!" Hermione cried, standing up, "I'm a Zabini!"
"That will get you no special treatment in my classroom, young lady." McGonagall replied calmly, "I expect to see you tonight at five." The bell rang and Hermione was the first one out of the class.
Hermione was in a rather bad mood for the rest of the day, and no amount of sexy make-out sessions with Draco seemed to be able to fix that. By the end of the day, poor Draco was exhausted. He escorted Hermione to detention, and after one last (rather long and wet) kiss, he left, seeming rather relieved. He rushed off to do his own things.
Later that night, Hermione walked back into the Slytherin Common Room in an immeasurably better mood, however, that changed as soon as she saw Draco and Pansy. The two of them were looking very inconspicuous, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, breathing rather hard.
"What are you guys doing?" Hermione asked, looking between them.
"Nothing." Draco smiled, standing up. He walked over to Hermione, pulling her into a hug. "Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?" he whispered into her ear. Hermione shivered as she felt his breath upon her ear.
"Yes!" Hermione gasped, excitedly. She was going to the Yule Ball with Draco!
Author's note: I've decided that the first person who comments on this chapter will get to be in the next chapter, as the yule ball date of a character of their choice! (Except for Draco, of course, because he's totally Hermione's. (I wish he could be mine, though! *Drool*)) I hope all of you comment. It would be very nice if you did!