A/N: You know, I've been pretty dedicated to this story. So please review, because I will prolong the posting of a new chapter, even if I have got them written up and ready to go! I don't mind constructive criticism, but don't go overboard, kay? So I hope you enjoy, and I'll stop boring you with this loooong A/N.

By the way, sorry this chapter took longer to write than I wanted. I've get migraines from my strained eyesight, and even though I take meds, they're not that helpful, so my head is killing right now as I write this.

Hermione POV

I stood up swiftly, feeling dizzy, and spluttered,

"Have you gone insane!?" I wiped the sweat off my (usually calm and collected) red face.

Malfoy just sipped his drink, and got up and leaned forward.

"What's so bad about that? In fact, you should thank the gods that I've asked you on a date. After all, it's not everyday that you get to dine with a god" He gave me a cocky smirk, and had the audacity to pat my cheek.

I ripped his hand away from me, and I felt disgusted when I felt...sad at the loss of his touch. I stalked out the room, not looking back to see if he followed me, and left his house.

Just as I was about to leave through the gate, I heard a voice call me. I turned around, to see none other that Draco Malfoy leaning against the manor's front door. As soon as he spotted me turning around, he said;

"I'll pick you up the day after tommorow, at 7pm",

And with that, he gave me a flirty wink and closed the door.

I tried to make myself feel cross at his rudeness, but I could not help the excitement that was building up in my chest, and I let a small smile grace my face as I went home, relaxed and calm.

"Come on 'mione, there must be one dress you like!" a pregnant Ginny exclaimed, as we flicked through dresses at a muggle store.

"It's not as if I want to impress ferret-boy! I don't see why I even need a new dress!" I replied.

'Though, he's more like a ferret-man. Or at least that's what he looks like. All man' a voice in my head argued.

I shook my head.

"Come on, Hermione! He isn't that bad. I mean, he is hot. You've got to admit that, and don't you want to get him back for the noises you told me about at his place? Show him that you're not afraid to play dirty" the redhead waggled her eyebrows.

It was then that I found it. The perfect dress.

I pulled it out of the rack and showed Ginny.

"It's perfect!" She clapped her hands excitedly, and called over a sales assistant, who ushered me into a changing room.

I quickly slid into the dress and looked into a mirror. For the first time, I felt...sexy.

I exited the changing room, to see a gaping Ginny.

She let out a small scream, attracting dissapproving looks from the assistants and shoppers alike.

"You look super sexy!" Before Ginny could drag me out of the store, I quickly got back into my old tee and jeans, and checked out.

"Now we need to sort out your shoes, but I've got a fab pair, and I'll do your make-up and hair too" Ginny told me, as we went to a small cafe.

I was tired of acting nice, and this time, I was going to make sure Draco didn't know what was about to hit him,

Because my game was on.