A/N1:(sobs hysterically then gets slapped by Marie, Spencer and ESPECIALLY Elaine for being so overdramatic in a simple author note)

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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXDracoXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (Still eating in the Great Hall).

If there was a contest for the best impression of a goldfish, a codfish, or just any kind of fish in general, Draco Malfoy would be the proud owner of a first place ribbon. He was traumatized, he had no idea that she could clean up so well. And his mind was in total chaos. Where had she been hiding all of that? Spells and potions could only go so far. Even though Hermione had walked away a long time ago, Draco was still gaping after her. It was scaring Blaise, but amusing Spencer. When she saw her friends get up to go presumably to the Astronomy tower, she stayed put; even when they all gave her a 'hey, let's go' look. She stayed where she was. It was mainly because of who she was sitting across from. You would never get her to admit it, but she was seriously crushing on Blaise Zabini. When everyone would ask her later what the hold up was, she would say that it was to get more information to report back, but the real reason was because she was sitting across from Blaise.

"Hey Draco?!" Blaise waved his hand in front of the Slytherin's face. "Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? What are you staring at?" He didn't seem to hear Blaise at all, so Spencer punched Draco on the shoulder and he jumped.

"What the fu—!?" Malfoy turned to see who had hit him, ready to strike back. He saw that it was not Blaise, and his arm quickly went back to his side.

"Hey thanks for that." Blaise grinned at Spencer. "I would have done that but he would have hit me right back. He won't hit you though." She grinned back at him.

"It was nothing." They held each other's gaze for a minute and smiled at each other. Draco looked at Blaise with a raised eyebrow. He caught Draco's stare out of the corner of his eye and looked away from Spencer. Almost blushing. Almost. Draco raised his other eyebrow.

"Well this is interesting. Isn't it Blaise?"

"Hey! Don't even try that on me. What was with you? You were totally zoned out at the beginning of lunch, but then since Granger walked in, you've been doing a great fish impression. Why were you staring at her?" Draco looked across the table at his friend incredulously.

"Why was I staring at her?? Did you even see her?"

"Yes of course I saw her! She was only right over here!!"

"Did you see what she was wearing??"

"Well duh, she was wearing her robes of course." Draco wasn't sure if Blaise was joking or if he really was as thick as he was acting.

"No she wasn't!! She was wearing a green and silver corset, a mini skirt, fishnets and stilettos!! And then when she leaned across the table, her chest was like right in my face!! Did you not see that?" Blaise looked sick.

"Would you please keep your sick S&M dreams about Granger out of my head? Keep them in your mind please! I really don't wanna hear how hot you find Granger." Draco looked confused.

"Are you kidding?? You didn't see her?"

"Yes I did see her. We've been over this. I saw her!!"

"And then when she dropped a mango. Did you see her get it? It took her forever just to bend over and get it! It's like she was doing it on purpose!! She stuck her ass out!! And then the skirt was really short so it was just..." His voice died away. "You really don't know what I'm talking about do you?" Blaise shook his head. Spencer was furiously fake-coughing to hide her laughter. He sounded so crazy and paranoid. It was a riot! Draco turned to her and narrowed his eyes. "Did you see her?" Spencer paused, thinking of a retort that would shut him up.

"Yes, but not how you described her. I am her friend and of the same gender!! So I don't have innapropriate mental wanderings about her. Please learn to differentiate between your dreams and reality because I really don't want to hear this." Spencer flashed a quick smile at Blaise and walked out of the dining hall and towards the Astronomy tower where she was sure her friends were waiting to pounce on every detail she gave: which admittedly wasn't much. She was a) too distracted thinking about Blaise and b) by the time she got halfway to the tower, the bell rang and she had to run off to Potions. But she scribbled a note to Hermione about what she had observed and put it in her bag for safekeeping until she would have a chance to give it to the Gryffindor.

XXXXXXXHermioneXXXXXXXXXX (7:30pm, on her way to patrol with Draco).

Hermione desperately wished that she was in her robes. Or better yet in her pajamas. These clothes were so uncomfortable and she disliked them to a great extent. When Ginny had said "two part revenge," Hermione thought that the second part was the ferret she was going to conjure...but apparently that was phase two, not part two. So Hermione was now required to wear the clothes all day and all during patrols. Sure it was amusing at lunchtime when he flipped out; Spencer had given her the note in potions telling her all about after she left. And then for the first two classes after lunch she had with him, it was still pretty amusing because in potions Snape had paired the two of them to work together and Draco was really uncomfortable with that. But now it was getting really old. She wasn't even sure what she was supposed to do during patrols to "make him want her." I think I've been doing a pretty good job of that, if I do say so myself. But I don't know what else to do. Ginny was very vague and just told me to improvise. But improvise with WHAT? I have no clue what I'm going to do. Wait a second; Ginny won't be able to tell whether or not I'm actually in my robes or not because of the illusion charm. This gives me an idea...

Muffled giggling and moaning snapped Hermione out of her planning stage. Rolling her eyes, she went to find the couple that was the source of the noise. What she saw made her gasp. Against the wall, right next to where she was supposed to meet Draco to patrol, were Spencer and Blaise. I think there is something that Spencer forgot to tell us. If anyone other than Blaise and Spencer—who happened to be too involved in each other to notice anything—were around, they would have seen Hermione's face turn to an evil smirk that was very uncharacteristic of her. She had just come up with an even better way to mess with Draco's head.

Looking back at the couple she saw that Blaise's hands were under Spencer's shirt and she felt sick. This was too much to handle right now...actually it was too much to handle ever. Clearing her throat, she made the couple jump and hastily separate. At the sight of her friend, Spencer's eyes widened and her face turned red.

"Umm, it's not what it looks like!" She shouted defensively.

"Spence, stop getting so defensive." Hermione calmly addressed her friend.

"I'M NOT GETTING DEFENSIVE! It really isn't what it looks like!" Her face went red from yelling and from embarrassment.

"It's not? Well that's a pity because I need your guys' help." Blaise stepped forward. He had been a silent observer in the shadows until he felt he should speak. He wouldn't admit it, but he was curious as to why the bookworm would ask for help; especially from a couple of Slytherins. Even if Spencer was one of her friends, she had no reason to trust him.

"We're listening." He spoke for the pair.

Hermione explained her plan to them, but in order to do that, she had to clue Blaise in about getting revenge on Draco. She reluctantly told him after making him swear he wouldn't say anything to his Slytherin friend. When she finished her whole idea, Blaise nodded appreciatively.

"You know, that's a very Slytherin-esque plan of yours."

"I know right?" Spencer just smiled at Hermione's response, totally typical of her.

Hermione looked at her watch and discovered it was 7:50; she had 10 minutes to hurry and change into her Gryffindor robes and then come back to the patrol corner.

"Ok, you two stay here and just...look busy." Blaise turned to smirk at Spencer.

"Not a problem." They went back to what they were doing before Hermione—ahem—interrupted them. After quickly changing the appearance of both Spencer and Blaise, Hermione dashed off to change into her robes. No sooner had she stripped down to her black knickers, her watch started beeping.

"Damn! I need to leave now! I only have 5 minutes to get there." In a terrible rush, she finished putting on her robes and sprinted down the hallway to where she was supposed to meet Draco.

XXXXXXXXDracoXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (Headed to patrols).

I can't have been imagining that. Gran—(he sighed)—Hermione had to have been wearing that. If she wasn't than that would mean that I'm going mad, or even worse, insane! And I'm a Malfoy. We don't go mad, or insane...we just go power-crazy. There's a big difference. Watch, I will get to patrols and Hermione will be wearing that outfit still.

That outfit meaning that tempting and seductive one? The same one that made you long to do unspeakable things to her? Things that your mother would blush even hearing about?

Where did you come from?

Your worst nightmare.

Yeah. No kidding. Seriously though can you go back to whatever hellhole you crawled out of?

I'm in your head dumbass! Yes it is quite a hellhole now that you mention it, but I've gotten used to it.

It's hard to ignore that niggly inner voice inside your head that says the honest truth, stuff that you sometimes don't wanna know or in this case, don't want to believe or even admit. But if there is a sufficiently distracting...distraction of sorts, then it doesn't seem that hard anymore. Example A: Draco Malfoy. At that point, he was about to think a witty retort to burn himself, but the sight that met his eyes rendered him speechless; and any semblance of a witty retort flew out of his mind.

TBC…

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A/N2: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That was an evil cliffy...if I do say so myself. Yep. Not much else to say except: REVIEW! No flames.

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