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ChApTeR 8: GrYfFiNdOr TiEs

"Okay, Lilian, why don't you deal with the fan threatening to jump into the next quidditch match- that's on line one. Brynn, you cover the news scandal about Michael, the seeker of the team. I'll work on our new promotion organization going on next week; we're touring the rest of Russia before moving into other parts of Europe," Hermione organized the workload to her most trusted managers as they nodded. Everyone was relieved to not have to deal with the massive planning of the promotional event; it required far too much foresight.

"On to it! And here, I'll get Nick to organize the rest of the paper work so you can concentrate on the planning," Lilian smiled as she levitated the piles of papers off Hermione's desk.

"Thanks, love!" Hermione called after her jokingly.

"Ooooh speaking of love, what do you have planned for tomorrow?" asked Brynn curiously.

"Valentine's Day? Umm... nothing really, just daily life..." this would be her first Valentine's without any disappointments. Usually she sat and waited for Ron to take herout until midnight, when she finally gave up.

"Oh, perfect! Then why don't you join Lilian, me, Nick, Tara, and the team for dinner?" she was beaming as she said this. "It'll be fun!"

Hermione laughed, it certainly did sound a whole lot more fun than going out for coffee and hanging out in a bookshop by herself. "I'll be there," she promised.

"Brilli-" Brynn was cut off when a memo flew in and smacked Hermione full in the face.

"Bloody-" she scowled as she recognized Draco's handwriting. Their Valentine's dry run had slipped her mind entirely.

*Flashback*

Hermione knocked on Draco's bedroom after another long day of work. But it wasn't so terrible now; she had gotten used to the work pile, and it had diminished, too, after she had cleared up all the mishap the past PR head manager had caused.

"Who is it?" came the decidedly grumpy voice from inside.

"What do you mean, who? Who else would knock on your door?" Hermione commented with a frown and opened the door for herself, walking in with a slightly arrogant air.

Draco looked up from the parchment he was writing on. "Why, how polite of you to just barge into my room!" he said with sarcasm.

"I know," said Hermione, sitting down on Draco's bed. "Okay, now, down to business!"

Draco's eyes were questioning. "Business? What kind of business?"

Hermione said manner-of-factly, "Oh you know, just your every day dose of proving your friends wrong and pulling a farce of being you're ex-worst enemy's lover..."

"O-h..." muttered Draco understandingly.

Hermione sighed and turned towards Malfoy. "I know, I know, I don't want to do that either," she said, "but I can't let Harry and Ginny get away with that." Her voice was determined.

Draco smirked, "Who said I was unwilling, love?"

Hermione glared at Draco. "Did I mention the part where we fake it? In public only?"

Draco's smirk grew bigger, "Ooooh so it's real when we're not in public?"

Ignoring his lewd remark, Hermione smacked him on the head absentmindedly while looking through some papers.

Draco sighed and glanced over his scattered desk, "So, my dear revenge planner (it's funny, people are event planners and you plan revenge...), what do we do next?"

Hermione grinned. "Look, I've got this all planned out. The first execution of this plot is going to be at the upcoming Potter wedding. It's early spring."

Draco nodded. "Alright, so basically we go to the wedding, sit together and talk, all the normal things so the public can get a lovely shocker."

She shrugged, "Or anything else that may shock them..."

"Got you," said Draco. He was picking up on this faster than Hermione had expected. He waited expectantly for Hermione to leave the room.

Hermione hesitated.

"Yes? I know I'm devilishly handome but-"

"We'll need to practice... Maybe after work? And we can have a dry run on Valentines day," she cut him off briskly.

Draco looked tired and sincere for once, "Look, you don't have to go so far for revenge. I don't know what you're playing at, but I thought that this would be a simple revenge and then we would part our merry ways."

Hermione sat down on the chair near his fireplace and sighed. Life was too complicated. First off, Draco was NOT who he was five years ago. That much was certain. Ron was also different, she couldn't rely on him right now. Harry and Ginny, they would always be there for her but not right now. Right now she was planning revenge on them and couldn't really go to them on advice about how to go about it.

"Hellllllllllo? Her- mi- one?" Draco's bored voice bought her back to earth.

She took a deep breath, "Alright. Here's how we are going to do this. From now on, in the wizarding public, we are an item. Other times, we're back to normal. When around Harry and Ginny... actually, even Ron, we can be a bit closer. We'll start small and get 'closer' over the next few months. This should take approximately... Well, more than 5 months for sure..."

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, this was really far more planning than he had ever done. He was more of the make-it-up-as-we-go-along type of person, this was already stretching to about half a year. Blaise was really doomed to die a cruel and horrible death.

However, on a more positive note, this also kept away the rather clingy suitors he had gotten in the past few months. If this plan worked, he wouldn't have to even see those either air headed or frighteningly shrewd gold diggers after him.

"Not much choice, is there?" he commented dryly.

Hermione gave him a relieved smile and left the room.

*End Flashback*

Shit. Malfoy would have to be her Valentine. And it was her idea...

"Um. Brynn?" Hermione started tentatively.

"Yeah? Is that from Malfoy?" Brynn wrinkled her nose.

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle, "Yeah... well, you see.." She proceeded to explain the situation and nature of the bet as well as her revenge.

Brynn started laughing. Not an 'I-am-laughing-with-you-laugh,' but an evil sort of cackle.

"Oooooh Hermione, you, my dear, are one hot headed witch. A falsified romance," she snickered.

Scowling slightly, Hermione smacked Brynn with an edition of the Quibbler that happened to be on her desk.

"So are you helping or not?" she asked grumpily.

"Do you think I would pass?" sometimes Hermione wondered if Brynn had been in Slytherin.

Only after Brynn had left did Hermione remember the memo from Draco.

Hermione:

What the hell are we doing for tomorrow? I've been getting the most annoying Valentine invites and I'd rather decline, thank you very much. Hurry the eff up and plan our day!

-Draco

PS. Can I give you a nickname? Like, Hermy, Herms, Mini, Miri, Rin, Rini, Mice, Moose...

Hermione stared at the paper in disbelief, what was he thinking! Moose, Mice... At least the others were sort of related to her name.

Draco:

No nicknames. It's Hermione or Granger, you're choice. Buuuut, if you want to help with revenge (I swear you're dead if you back out now), it's Hermione. And it's not my fault that air-headed dumbos are attracted to you. They must see their perfect idiotic other half in you. For Valentines, we're going to dinner with the Misty Mermaids' crew. That means my coworkers (most of who hate you) and the team, it'll be fun and less stressful than it being just the two of us.

-HERMIONE.

PS. Brynn knows about the bet and revenge. She's going to help, but I think she was in Slytherin so it might backfire :l

Draco smirked as he read the note, so it was a group dinner, that just made it easier for him to tease her. And another Slytherin in on the bet? Even if she was Hermione's new friend (shockingly), there would be some sort of confusing fiasco for sure.

Hermione:

Better than some party where I'll be on my best manners, charming the general public more than I usually do. So tomorrow evening? Let's take the whole day off tomorrow, I'm bored.

YOUR BOSS, Draco.

Hermione glared at the paper. He had just used his power as her boss to make her skip a day of work, right now was when she was busiest and he should know that since he was the one who suggested the tour.

My Idiotic Boss:

I HAVE A FREAKIN TOUR TO PLAN. SCREW YOU.

Miss. Granger

My Dearest Darling,

But I'd rather screw you... Haha, I can already see you getting ready to plan my funeral. Fine, fine, if you would much rather stay in your stuffy little office with your prim and proper friends, planning a stupid tour for the team then go ahead.

Draco

Evil Little Git,

You're the one who suggested the tour and now I'm stuck with making sure they know all the rules; they don't do anything that will ruin our name or cause scandal, that we have just the right amount of media coverage but not enough to be a pest... UGH. I hate you. I really really hate you.

Hermione

Hermione,

Owl me later. I'm going out for a nice long lunch break.

Draco.

Malfoy!,

Get your lazy arse back here and finish your work!

Hermione

Hermione love,

I already finished. I also got a head start on the next events and such. Paperwork is also almost completely organized.

Already ahead, Draco.

Draco,

I really want to punch you right now. How the hell do you finish all your work if you slack off more than half the time?

Upset, Hermione

Hermione,

It's this thing call skill, love. I happen to possess a lot of it.

Draco

Draco,

You're distracting me. I'll murder- *ahem* talk to you when I get home.

Hermione.

The next day was mind wrecking, to say the least. Deciding that she would show her ever so sweet and arrogant boss, Hermione worked hard to finish the tour planning. And, thanks to her ever-so-useless boss, and the anger he gave her, she got it done in record time. And then the phone rang and left her feeling confused for the rest of the afternoon.

"Hermione!" the voice on the phone startled her.

"Er, yes, this is she, how might I help you?" she replied politely.

"I got a phone! Myra's teaching me how to use it," came the proud reply.

"Ron" she asked in disbelief. "Is that you? You got a phone?"

"Yes!" he said quite proudly.

"I see..." Hermione said warily.

"So Myra and I were wondering if you had any Valentines plans?"

Hermione froze in the middle of shuffling papers on her desk. Why was he asking her this? Did he hear about the bet?

"Hermione?" Ron's voice from the phone shook her out of her thoughts.

"Oh... Yeah... um..." she felt torn. In one way she wanted to go with fresh hopes, but for some reason she really wanted to go for the Valentines dinner she had already planned. Maybe she had a commitment complex...

"Brilliant! So you're coming?" his happy voice came from the speaker.

"Oh? Wait, what? No! I never said anything of the sort!" she yelped in surprise. "Sorry Ronald, I have plans with some friends and my room mate."

"Oh," his voice was suddenly chilly, "so now I'm not as important? I see. It's fine, it thought we could fix things up and go back to being best friends, but if you really don't want to..."

Hermione felt irritation at the thick headed moron on the other side of the line. "Oh Ron, I would love to meet with you, but not on Valentines! I have special plans with a... date tonight, if I come with you I'll be lonely and like the third wheel! Take Myra somewhere nice and have a lovely evening."

She could practically hear Ron's jaw drop on the other side of the line. "You have a date? Wait, when did this happen? I thought... why doesn't anyone tell me these things anymore?"

"Ask Harry and Ginny, won't you? I'm sure they would love to tell you all about it."

"Oh..." suddenly he chuckled. "That's great, Hermione! I'm glad you're taking time out from work to get out and live a little. However, if your date is someone we disapprove of, I'm afraid I'll have to avada him!" How Ron managed to stay cheerful while saying this was a mystery to Hermione. And why was his tone laced with relief? He couldn't have known about her infatuation, could he? No, of course not! They continued talking a bit of little things like they used to. But somehow, it felt weird, like Ron could no longer hold her attention for more than a few minutes. Maybe that was because she had gotten used to Draco's weird conversation styles. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Hermione leaned back in her chair, it was late afternoon and she had to get ready for the dinner. Somehow, work seemed more appealing than the tedious work of dressing for a formal dinner.

Three hours, two straightening irons, twelve dresses, and thirty shoes later, Hermione had finally put together a decent outfit. Her hair was not straight, despite the straightener, but instead waving like limp spaghetti on her back. Maybe using sleekeazy would have been a whole lot better and convenient. Too bad she had decided to do things the muggle way. At least as a result she looked rather lovely.

Malfoy had dragged her into one of the west wing salon rooms of the Malfoy Manor after work and made sure that she was well taken care of. Her dress was provided for as well, which she was starting to find quite irritating seeing as Malfoy enjoyed choosing lovely, albeit quite... revealing...dresses for her. This one was a red silky dress that swished just above her knees when she turned and was belted by a thick silver chainlink. Tch, not as if she had a choice in what she wore, anyway, though.

"Hermione?" before she could answer, Malfoy came bursting with an evil smirk on his face.

"You ready? We have to leave in five minutes-" he was cut off by a resounding shriek.

Hermione moved almost behind her bed and used her dress as a curtain. Malfoy had just happened to walk in when she was in the middle of changing. Of course. "You idiot! You just don't barge into people's rooms like that!" Although her tone was scolding, Malfoy could hardly hold back a laugh. He smirked at the brunette with a twinkle in his eye, and walked up to her. She glared at him and picked up her wand from on top of her bed. Undeterred by her wand, Draco continued forward until he was very close to her. And then her wand was at his neck, survivor reflexes, he guessed. It was quite impressive.

"Malfoy," Hermione sneered. "Get your bloody ass out of here."

He slowly walked backwards until he reached the door, but stopped before he got out. "You sure, love? I think I could be of great help here..."

He was met with one of the many rejected stiletto heels- who would have known that they hurt so much...

When Hermione stepped out of her room, wearing the dress he chose for her, he could hardly stop himself from giving her an appreciative look. Damn, he thought, did he have a way with clothes!

Instead of cowering under his obvious satisfaction, she just smirked at him in a way that told him that she had a nasty idea. Coughing slightly, he held out his hand but she had already breezed past him and was almost to the main center hall.

Draco cursed under his breath, and muttered, "Bloody tease.." as they made their way to the apparating station.

"I can't get any worse than you," she said with amusement and pinched his cheek before apparating them away.

The moment they touched ground, Hermione grabbed Malfoy's tie.

His eyes grew wide. "Hermione, what are you doi-"

"They're looking. Just follow," she hissed in his ear. He realized that from the others' point of view they would appear quite... close.

"Oh..." His surprise grew as she began undoing his tie. "Er... are you alright?" he asked cautiously.

"Your tie," was her only explanation. Draco frowned, trying to remember something, why did something to do with his tie seem familiar? He gasped in memory, "What did you do to my tie." It wasn't a question, more of a stiffened yell. His tie was now silver and red striped, and looked like something a GRYFFINDOR teasing Slytherin would wear!

"Mm... The Gryffindor red inspired me," she gave a cheeky smile and pranced off.

"Shit." He had failed to notice his tie until it was too late. Hermione's smugness positively radiated from across the room where she was waiting for him.

(A/N: We cut Valentines into two chapter, look out for part two! :D )