Hermione's Pov

Hermione slammed into her room, throwing everything she could throw into her trunk. She was leaving. She refused to deal with that prat for another second. Who the hell did he think he was. Bringing her up her as if to tease her, as if to remind her that he could get any girl he wanted. He had wanted a big scene break up, he got one.

She was just not sure what it was she wanted. She had given up her friendship with Ron for this git. He didn't respect her, hell, why hadn't she figured that out. This was Malfoy. Whatever looks he had been blessed with made up for his lack of morals. But, this was a fake relationship, why was she freaking out so? It wasn't like he should have to be faithful to someone that wasn't really his. It wasn't like she loved him or anything. Then why was it that she was acting like a bloody child.

However, his reaction had been pretty funny too. How he was almost pleased that she was jealous. Why did that make her feel good inside. It made her feel like she was almost a person. Like she was worth being jealous over. Ron, never seemed to act jealous, it was one of the problems she had with him. He was jealous before they got together, but after, it just sort of died off. Like the rest of the relationship. She felt like he no long felt like he had to fight for her hand, becaause he already got it. An attitude, whether he really felt it or not was the real downfall of their relationship. Maybe that was why Draco got such a kick out of it. Because he felt like two girls were fighting over him. It was only a boost to his self esteem. Well, two could play at that game.

She began unpacking her things, looking for a very specific shirt. The one that would drive all the boys, and hopefully a specific blond crazy.

Draco's POV

Draco sat with the other Slytherin, still trying to figure out something that would make it up to Hermione. So lost in thought he didn't notice Blaise or Nott sit across from him.

"Wonder who the mudblood is trying to impress"Nott said, elbowing Blaise in the chest and drawing Draco out of his trance. He looked up and saw her. His eyes widened in shock, what the hell was she wearing? He could feel himself harden as he looked at her.

Blaise began cat calling, making Draco resist the urge to jump of the table and beat his face in.

"Come on mate, she doesn't look that good"Draco muttered to Blaise.

"Then you really need glasses mate"The Italian responded. Draco gritted his teeth as he tried to take his eyes off Granger. It would have worked too, if Hermione hadn't have responded to Blaise. She came over and leaned down, exposing everything any man ever wanted to see. Her short skirt probably exposing a lot as well. She whispered something in Blaises ear. Blaise began to blush as Hermione pulled away from Draco's friend, she dared a look at Draco, almost like she was taunting him, before she turned and sat with the Gryffindors.

To say Draco was mad would be an understatment, to what he felt. Here he was planning to make it up to her, and now she has to go and do this. He wouldn't be able to walk for at least another 5 minutes and a minimum of ten if he wanted it to go unnoticed. No, that mudblood was going to pay for this. He would have her begging for mercy by the end of the night. Of that he was sure.

Hermione's POV

It took every ounce of her to go through with that. To actually have the nerve to wear this shirt at all, let alone in public. Usually she saved this as pajamas. A gift from Ginny from when Hermione was dating Ron, although, Hermione had never found it very useful, until now. The look on Draco's face was worth any embarrassment she felt from wearing this shirt, or acting the way she did. She was appauled that she could even utter the words that she had said to him. She never ever realized that she had that kind of vocabulary. But, she had learned a lot from Ginny.
As soon as dinner was over she rushed out of the Great Hall and back to thier dorm to change, unable to stand the looks she was getting from the male population any longer. She felt like a piece of meat.

After changing into a set of comfortable set of pajamas, she rushed back down stairs, to wait for Draco. She pretended to read, but couldn't consentrate long enough to actually catch what was going on in the story.

She heard the portrait open and she looked up from her book. He glared at her. She had never seen him so angry.
"Did you enjoy dinner tonight?" She asked innocently.

"Yea, I got dinner and a show"Draco said still fuming.

"Oh?"She said

"But I think the show is over and it is time to test the product you were selling"He said clearing the distance between them.