Chapter 4- Bacon

That night, after dinner, Draco emerged from the girl's bathroom after changing his napkin yet again.

I like the girl's bathroom much better than the boy's. At least in the girl's bathroom it smells nice, you don't get splattered on if someone else is peeing next to you and there's no risk of seeing someone else's-

"Draco!"

Draco's train of thought was interrupted by a high pitched, girly squeal. He had spent the whole day trying to avoid Pansy but annoyingly, she always found him.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you,"

Good, at least you hopefully lost some pounds while you were.

"Anyway, there's a Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow and we could shop together." Pansy finished, her eyes gleaming excitedly. She loved shopping almost half as much as Draco did.

Draco's ears perked at the sound of a Hogsmeade weekend. He had a rather long list of things he wanted to buy, but at the same time, he had no one he wanted to go with who also wanted to go with him.

Ever since Pansy heard that Draco had been turned into a girl, she spent her time with him, gossiping about some hot Quidditch player, trying to get Draco to tell all his secrets to her, whispering and giggling by Draco's side. Basically, she annoyed the hell out of Draco.

Blaise had constantly been hitting on Draco, and Draco was sure that if he were to ask Blaise to come to Hogsmeade with him, Blaise would spend his time trying to go somewhere private with Draco, trying to get Draco to do very er, suggestive things with him, or talk to Draco in his slimy voice, thinking that everybody thought it was sexy.

No, he would not bring Blaise or Pansy with him. There was only one alternative.

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"Please, please, please, Hermione, I'm begging you!" Draco was clutching one of Hermione's legs, refusing to let go, while Hermione managed to walk rather easily while he was doing so.

Draco had been begging her to come with him to Hogsmeade since she had entered the Head's Common Rooms that evening, where he had been waiting for her since he had escaped Pansy.

In truth, Hermione had been planning to go to Hogsmeade. But not with Draco. Harry and Ron couldn't come with her since they had Quidditch Practice.

"For the last time, Draco," said Hermione, wiggling her leg so that Draco would let go. "I will not go with you! You'll probably drag me through all the clothing shops in Hogsmeade and try on everything you see."

Draco pouted up at Hermione from the floor where he was sitting dejectedly as Hermione had finally succeeded in prying Draco off her leg. "Please?" he asked, his lower lip trembling. He had mastered the art of persuasion when he was little, resulting in making his mother get him whatever he wanted. He knew that with the look he was giving her, Hermione would not last much longer.

"Oh, alright," Hermione said grumpily, unable to resist Draco's puppy dog pout.

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The next morning, Hermione woke up due to a dreadful screeching noise coming from the bathroom. When the banshee voice reached a high note, Hermione winced, certain that her ears were dripping blood.

Deciding that she could not possibly go to sleep after the torture that her ears had gone through, she got up and stretched, yawning widely. Thinking that she wouldn't be needing a shower anyway, she threw on a pair of wrinkled jeans and a black Star Wars shirt, not minding the fact that it was faded around the edges.

After waiting for Malfoy for what seemed like hours, he finally came out in a white, neatly pressed and stain free turtleneck sweater, designer jeans and flats, clutching a Nine West handbag.

"What took you so long?" Hermione asked crossly. "I've been waiting here for hours."

As soon as Draco saw Hermione, he wrinkled his nose, looking disgustedly at Hermione's choice in clothes.

"Yuck, Granger, you look worse than our house elves. I can't be seen in public with you looking like that, I'll be a laughingstock!"

Hermione looked down at the clothes she was wearing and had to admit that Malfoy was right.

"Fine then, Ms. I'm-so-clean-and-neat-looking. What do you want me to do?" Hermione snapped, her patience thin because she had just woken up.

Taking charge, Malfoy made Hermione scrub herself pink, brush her wavy locks one hundred times, put on lotion, skin cream and perfume, made her shave and personally chose Hermione's outfit for the day.

After one and a half hours, Malfoy stepped back and admired his work.

Hubba hubba, now that is what I call hot.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the drooling Malfoy behind her, Hermione was observing her reflection in the mirror. Malfoy had made her wear black slacks, a grey silk dress shirt, and loafers.

Wow. Malfoy is good. I'm like one of those people from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

When they headed down to breakfast, many female heads turned. Malfoy felt jealous but would not admit it and all through breakfast, ignoring Blaise's corny pick-up lines, he craned his neck to look at the Gryffindor Table.

What is wrong with me? Why do I keep on stalking Granger? Do I like her, er, him? Okay, so I admit she's pretty hot. I love her eyes, her ars- Oh my God! That Lavender slut just touched her, I mean, his hand! You are gonna pay.

"Psst," said Harry, trying to get Hermione's attention, who was busily stuffing her mouth with eggs "Malfoy's looking at you again."

All through breakfast, Draco had been keeping a close eye on Hermione, for reasons unknown to the clueless Golden Trio.

"Ignore her," said Hermione, "she probably doesn't want me to be late for her shopping trip or something. Pass the bacon, please, Lavender."

When Hermione took the plate of hot, newly cooked bacon from Lavender, her finger brushed his. Lavender giggled and batted her eyelashes at Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Girls.

Suddenly, Draco was charging to the Gryffindor Table with a butter knife in his hand.

"You little b!" he screeched at Lavender, threateningly pointing his fork that was dripping with eggs at the abovementioned person.

Hundreds of heads turned, anticipating the catfight that was likely to come from the two girls.

Just as Draco was about to pounce on Lavender, Ron and Harry held him back.

"Let me go!" screamed Draco, kicking ferociously.

After much biting, scratching and swearing, Ron and Harry finally succeeded in calming Draco down. Draco grabbed Hermione and huffed out of the Great Hall. Before he disappeared through the heavy oak doors though, he did the I'm-watching-you sign with his two fingers at Lavender.

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As soon as they left Hogwarts, Draco's foul mood seemed to dissipate. Hermione wasn't foolish enough to ask Draco about what had happened earlier, as she valued her life.

As Draco was prattling about this gorgeous dress he saw in Witch's Weekly, Hermione allowed herself to ponder why Draco had acted the way he did this morning.

The stupid prat didn't attack until after I asked for bacon.. maybe he has something against bacon or something.

If Hermione had been a girl, she would not have been so narrow-minded and would have realized that Draco fancied her. However, Hermione wasn't her usual, sensitive self and had to assume that Draco was angry at bacon.

Guys can be so stupid sometimes.