Hermione was excited about her first lesson with Malfoy… it should be interesting. She looked in the mirror on her closet door one last time. She wore leggings and a cardigan that covered her bottom. She also wore a tank top and some cute boots. She heard a knock at her door. Quickly applying some lip gloss, she walked to answer it. She opened the door to find Draco, looking handsome yet perfect, as always. Wait what? No! No no no no Hermione.

"Ready Grange?" he asked casually, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah, couldn't be more ready!" she replied cheerily.

Draco rolled his eyes a bit. "Let's get going then."

Draco led Hermione into a cute Witch shop filled with stylish and expensive clothes. Hermione, thrilled, went through each rack, picking things up as she went along. Draco smirked at her and picked out some other things that he thought would suit her much better for revenge on Weasley.

"I'm ready to try things on." She said to Draco from across the store.

"Alright let's see what you got." Draco answered, sitting down outside the dressing room.

The clothes Hermione picked out looked pretty on her, but nothing she picked out would blow Weasley away.

Draco sighed. "Granger, that's cute and all, but we're looking to blow Weasley away."

Hermione scowled at him. "Fine asshole, let's see what YOU picked out."

Draco chuckled and handed Hermione his selections. She sniffed at them and walked back into the dressing room with a huff, mumbling something that sounded a lot like "stupid Malfoy".

Hermione had to admit, when she but Malfoy's choices on, she looked…. Hot. He picked out mostly fitted dresses that cut mid-thigh, blazers, and heels. She strutted out goofily and modeled them for Malfoy.

Draco had never seen anything so amazing. When Hermione came out in the first outfit he thought he was going to stand up and press his lips onto hers, and embrace her perfect body. Each color looked good on her, she could wear no wrong.

"What do you think Malfoy?" Hermione questioned as she modeled the first outfit.

Draco stared.

"Malfoy?"

Still staring.

"MALFOY!"

"Just…stunning."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Stunning.

"Uh, I mean… you look nice Granger. This should all work."

"Oh okay, thanks, uhm which one should I take?"

"Well all of them of course." Draco replied, puzzled.

Hermione sighed. "Malfoy we're not all as rich as you."

Draco scratched his head. "Well yeah but that doesn't really matter." He said walking over to the counter, handing the witch his credit card.

"Oh… Malfoy please I can get it they're my clothes!"

"Nonsense Ganger this was my idea." Draco replied firmly.

Hermione looked at him. He was paying for all of this… I mean he's rich but the clothing was even expensive for him. When they walked out, Hermione thanked him.

"I mean really, that was so kind of you. Thank you." She gushed as they walked on the sidewalk.

"Granger, seriously. It's not that big of a deal."

It is to me. Hermione thought to herself. Ron never bought her things. She didn't expect him to buy her six dresses like Malfoy did obviously, I mean, Ron didn't have the money. But he never bought her any clothes or jewelry or even books.

"Why don't we get some lunch?" Draco asked. He was starving, and so was she after all of the shopping.

"That would be lovely," Hermione stated, "Look, there's that muggle café, we should go there."

Draco agreed, and once they'd ordered their drinks, Draco said, "So you seem to be feeling better."

"Yes, a lot. Thanks to you. I mean, he hasn't seen anything yet but the plan should work. Could we get a gown for the ball tomorrow? I can't wait!"

Draco chuckled. He loved her bubbly personality, and was glad the old Granger was back.

"Sounds good." He replied. Hermione grinned, and he smiled in return. Little did they know there were pictures being snapped behind them.