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Hi guys, thanks for the reviews! One person didn't like that Hermione let Ron force himself on her. I understand that Hermione probably wouldn't let that happen, but you'll understand why it had to happen later in the story.

I fixed the spacing in chapters one and two so they're easier to read, sorry I didn't really get the whole thing, because this is my first fic.

Also, my chapters are short. My question is would you rather me write shorter chapters and post frequently, like daily or every other day, or post a long chapter once a week? I kind of like writing the shorter ones for cliff hangers, but I want to know what you all think. OKAY, enjoy chapter 5!

Hermione raised her head. Ginny must have decided to give her some alone time. She wiped her face and pulled a mirror out of her desk drawer. Staring at her reflection, it made her want to cry even more. Her eyes were puffy, and mascara covered her cheeks and under eyes. Her nose was extremely pink, and looked larger than usual. She angrily slammed the mirror down. Did Ron even understand what he's done to her? She cleaned her face and applied more makeup.

She decided to call it a day. Hopefully her boss would understand. Maybe she could as Draco to do her assignment for the day. It wasn't that difficult. She gingerly knocked on his office door.

"Come in." Draco called.

"Hi." Hermione replied, walking in. "I'm not feeling well today, could you finish this for me?"

"I could." Draco said lazily.

"Could? Please Malfoy, I-"

"Granger of course I'll do it."

Of course Ill do it. Draco thought to himself. I'm such a softie. Looking at her pleading (strained) eyes, and her adorable dimples, how could he refuse? Adorable?! No.

"Granger please sit down." Draco said.

She sighed heavily, and fell into the chair in front of his desk. Putting a hand do her head, she wore an expression of stress and aggravation.

"You're going to tell me what's going on with you. I know you're upset about Weasley, but it's not like you to show weakness. Especially to the enemy."

Hermione glanced at him. Putting her hand into her lap, she said "I just never thought that he would ever ACTUALLY break up with me, I mean we were like the golden couple, from the golden trio."

Draco chuckled.

"What part of this do you find funny?" she snapped. "Because I feel like shite."

"I just had an idea, but it's totally outrageous."

Hermione looked at him. "What is it?"

"It's not even worth telling you, you'll never agree to it anyway."

"Says who? You haven't even told me smartarse."

Draco glared at her. His idea, in his mind, was brilliant, but even after this breakup, would she be up for humiliating Weasley?

"Just tell me. You know I'll tell you if I hate it."

"Oh that I know, trust me sweetheart."

She looked at him expectantly.

"Alright Granger. You know the annual ball in honor of the war?"

"Obviously, I mean it used to feature me. Used to."

"Right. Anyway, I was thinking, instead of you wearing your, you know, eight year old look?"

She scowled.

"You should wear something that oh, I don't know, shows you off a bit? Wear some makeup, fancy hair, Weasley will just die."

Hermione stared at Draco. She had to admit, the plan was quite interesting, and it could work, however, if Ron takes Pansy, there's no way Hermione could even catch his eye, because he'd be too busy staring at Pansy's lengthy legs, because of how short her dress will be.

"I don't know, it's just-"

"See, I knew you wouldn't like the idea." Draco remarked, cutting her off.

"You didn't let me finish. I never inquired that I didn't like it. I merely was analyzing the obvious flaw. There's no way in Merlin that I could compete with Pansy." said Hermione, annoyed.

Draco made a face.

"In my eyes, I'd rather be with you then Pansy any day."

Hermione suddenly felt a blush cover her pale cheeks. She looked away quickly reminded herself Draco was just trying to persuade her to try his plan.

"Well… I guess I could just give it a go. There's no harm in looking nicer anyway."

Draco sat there with a smile of disbelief and glee. Had she really just agreed?!

"What's the plan though, Malfoy? I mean, I'm going to need some coaching, and a new wardrobe, and a new look…"

"I'll be your coach, Miss Granger." Malfoy said with a smirk.

Hermione chuckled. "Alright, Mr. Malfoy, when's my first lesson… or practice, rather."