The Next Day

Hermione woke up in the Head Girl dorm at 7 am. She went into the bathroom she shared with Malfoy and got a shower. She wrapped herself up in a towel and walked back to her room. She was in her closet trying to decide what to wear and was having trouble finding something. "Malfoy!" She yelled. duh thats wat i have been tryin to make u get

He came running into her closet.

"What? What!" he said.

"Would you stop waving your wand around? You're gonna knock over my perfume bottles."

"Sorry." When he saw that there was no immediate danger, he put his wand away. "What do you want?"

"I need help finding something to wear."

He looked at her in disbelief. "That's it? You yell my name and scare me half to death just to help you find some bloody clothes!"

"I'm sorry. But I really need some help. Please?" She gave him the puppy dog face.

Dang. He could not resist that look. "Fine. But can I ask you a question? It's kinda personal," she nodded. "What's up with the changes in your mood? One day you're happy. The next your all bitchy. Why?" She sighed dejectedly.

"Fine, I'll explain. But what I tell you cannot be repeated to anyone. Got it?" He nodded. "Have you ever heard of something called bipolar?" He nodded once again. "Well when I was 12, I was diagnosed with it. I have medication, but I ran out and my parents can't get any until the holiday break. Now help me find some clothes. I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I really don't mind you spending the holiday with me at my house. Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, just probably won't be able to procreate in the future. But other than that, I'm fine."

"Oh yeah, right. I am really sorry about that."

"It's fine. Let's get back to the task at hand."

Half an hour later, Hermione and Draco chose her clothes. They found a pair of dark denim Miss Me shorts that showed off her toned and tanned legs and a black shirt with neon writing that says, "Hating Me Won't Make You Pretty" and a pair of pink Rainbows. She kept her makeup natural and painted her toes neon green. When she walked into the common room, Draco was standing with his back to her. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs then he turned around and wolf whistled. Hermione blushed and he smirked. "Damn girl, you looking fine." Hermione blushed even more and he laughed.

"You're not too bad yourself." He was wearing a white dress shirt and an emerald green tie. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows so you could see his muscular arms. He was wearing some dark designer jeans and black dragon hides boots. She took a step closer to him, grabbed his tie, and started playing with it. She whispered in his ear, "In fact, you look very hot." She turned around and started to walk away when she turned back around and said, "Oh and Draco, you might want to get rid of your little problem before you go to class. It might be embarrassing to walk around with it." This time, it was her turn to smirk and his turn to blush. "I'll wait for you." She plopped herself onto the couch and picked up a magazine. She read the headline about her best friend and rolled her eyes. Teenage girls can be so obsessive.

10 minutes late, Draco was coming down the stairs. "Better?"

"Much better."

"OK, I didn't need to know that. This was a yes or no question." Her face looked mildly disgusted.

"Whoops. Anyways, let's go to the Great Hall for breakfast."

"Fine." He looped his arm through her and they made their way to Great Hall for some breakfast. But, they ran into an obstacle along the way. By the name of Pansy Parkinson.

Main Hall

"Drakie Boo, where are you?"

"Oh no. It's Parkinson," groaned Draco.

"I thought she was your girlfriend."

"Please. Dating her would be like dating a cow."

"Good point."

"Drakie Boo what the hell are you doing with that Mudblood?" she stopped in front of them, hands on her hips. Draco and Hermione got a good look at Parkinson. She had on a freakishly short skirt with 5-inch heels. Her barely there shirt did nothing for her invisible boobs and didn't hide her muffin top. If anything, that 'shirt' only accentuated it. Hermione and Draco had to resist the urge to vomit.

It was Hermione spoke their disgust. "What the hell are you wearing Parkinson? Or should I say, what aren't you wearing?"

"How dare you talk to me like that you filthy Mudblood!"

Too bad that word doesn't bother Hermione anymore. "At least I have the dignity to not flaunt my flaws."

"How dare you! Drakie Boo, you can't let her talk to me like that. Do something!"

"Why should I? She was just saying what we were both thinking." He had a sickened look on his face.

"You can't mean that Drakie Boo. I dressed like this for you. I look hot in this outfit." She attempted to look seductive by batting her eyelashes, but she succeeded in looking like she had twitchy eyes. Hermione and Draco did their best to hide their snickers.

"Parkinson, I'm going to be honest with you. This 'outfit' of yours makes you look like a wannabe slut."

"What would you know Granger? I look better than you ever would."

Draco was finally fed up with her. "Listen here Parkinson. I'm going to say this once, so listen carefully. You will never look as pretty, beautiful, or hot as Hermione. Let's go Hermione." He grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her towards the Great Hall, leaving Pansy standing there, eyes tearing up and mouth hanging wide open.

Hermione turned around and said "Oh and Parkinson? If you ever try and touch Draco again, I swear I will beat the shit out of you." She put as much venom in her voice as she could. Draco just stood there thinking, damn that was hot.

outside the Great Hall

"Did you really mean that Draco?"

"Mean what?" He was trying to buy himself some time. He didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out.

"About what you said to Parkinson. About me being pretty and all that." Draco was blushing and stuttering,

"Oh uh um ah. Yeah. I did."

"Thank you. That means a lot to me." She kissed him on the cheek, turned around, opened the doors to the Great Hall, and went towards the Gryffindor table.

Draco's POV

I put my hand to my cheek where she kissed me. I don't know how I feel about her. I'll admit there's a certain...attraction I feel towards her. There is a Hogsmeade trip in a couple of weeks. Maybe I'll ask her to go with me.

Gryffindor Table

"Hey Ginny. How's it going?" Hermione sat beside Ginny, opposite of Ron and Harry, and loaded her plate up with bacon, eggs, toast, and biscuits.

"It's going great Hermione. Do you have a date to Hogsmeade yet?" At this, Ron seemed to perk up while waiting for Hermione's answer.

"Not yet. But there is this one guy I'm hoping will ask me."

"Oh. Who is he?" Ginny had a sneaking suspicion about who it was. She's seen how they interact with each other. If the scene outside the Great Hall was any indication.

"I won't say who he is. But I will tell you that I have known him since 1st year."

"Hermione, I was wondering," said Ron, nervously, she might add, "If you would go to Hogsmeade with me as my date?" Oh dear God, Hermione thought. The idea of going with Ron made her vomit. Had it been 4th Year, she would and yelled yes, but now she was repulsed by it.

"Oh Ron, I would love to, but I have Head duties to take care of."

"Oh well. Maybe next time." There won't be a next time, Hermione thought. Just then, the bell rang and Hermione grabbed her Gucci bag and ran off to Potions.