Okay. Here I am. Not that anyone cares, because if I were anyone who read this fic, I would have given up on it. I'm really sorry, but I only just started typing again a few weeks ago. But I have 4 chapters here... in one go...

*bawls* please forgive me!

I've been reveling in the freedom of no schoolwork, but it's all coming back in a few days, soo...

I have two more almost done, just a bit more and they're finished. I've got at least 5 separate fics on the computer, but I'm not posting any of them until I'm sure I'll actually be able to update.

Again, I am really sorry for leaving it so long. If I have any readers left, I hope they give up on me and go to a fic that's worthwhile. (Reverse psychology... That should work!)

Recap: "Well, I would have to pay for the dress, don't I?" He drawled, with a sarcastic expression on his face.

Hermione laughed "There's the Draco that I know and don't love" She said jokingly. Her jesting words caused his heart to temporarily freeze over, and he cursed how this book-loving goddess was able to send him reeling with a few words.

"At least I don't support a team other than my own" Draco challenged to cover his momentary lapse.

"There is nothing wrong with the Bulgarian team!" Hermione said, scandalized and gearing up for another debate.

The next day, Draco was lounging in the common room when Hermione asked him if she could borrow his owl to send a letter.

"Sure" he said. "But why?"

"I'm going to ask Ginny and Luna to come dress-shopping with me". She answered, tying a letter to his owl's leg.

He screwed up his eyes in mock concentration. "You mean the Weaselette and Loony?" He asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes."

"I understand the Weaselette, sort of, but why Loony?" He asked, genuinely curious. Since she went around wearing radish-earrings, he didn't think Hermione'd want her help on fashion.

"Ginny's clothes are a little… revealing" She said, blushing. "Luna tones it down a bit."

His eyes clouded over slightly as he considered the possibilities.

"Do you have any money for the shopping?" He asked, snapping out of it and preparing for the battle that was coming.

"Yes" She said warily.

"How much?"

"That's none of your business" She retorted; she thought she knew where this was going.

"Well, then, here" He said, hefting a bag of galleons of the table.

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not taking that"

"It's the least I could do" He said, smirking.

"No, the least you could do is nothing!" She said, then stopped. "Wait, the least you could do for what?"

"For helping me discover how many shades the Weasel's face can go" He said, smirking more widely.

She opened her mouth to retort but she was interrupted by the steady chiming of a clock. "Oh! It's time to leave." She said.

Just as she slipped out the door, she turned and gave him a three fingered wave "Buh-bye, Drakie-poo" She said cheekily, and then she was gone.

He sighed in irritation and frustration once he noticed that she had left the pouch of money.

Brains, beauty and a temper to match. He thought, this girl will be the death of me.

I know, I know, it's too short! This chapter has been giving me a lot of trouble. I put a password on it (nosy sisters snooping around my files), but… I forgot it. I managed to get the rest of the chapters off the fanfiction storage, but this one, I hadn't posted yet, so I had to retype it all from memory.

This is the result.

Suffice to say, I don't like retyping things.