Hermione flicked her wrist and Theo was gone. Draco looked at her questioningly.

"I sent him home." She said, as way of explanation. Draco was extremely impressed, "What kind of spell did you use?" He asked her interestedly.

She barely spared him a glance, "It's one of my own. When I worked in the ministry I was a curse breaker. What people don't realise is a curse breaker is really a curse maker, because in order to break a curse you need a new one. So I learned how to make spells."

She didn't give him a chance to reply. "So, Malfoy, what songs are we singing tonight? Wait- don't answer that yet. Where ARE we singing?"

Draco wasn't really concentrating. He was a little busy staring at her. He wasn't staring at her, not exactly. But it was a part of her, which sort of made it her. Draco was so immersed in staring at her boobs that he didn't notice when she flicked her wand and a bucket of ice and water came down on him.

"AHHHH!!" He couldn't help the yell that came out, it was some damned cold water. Hermione grinned as she said, "As I was saying, where are we performing?"

Draco attempted to glare at her, but couldn't keep a straight face. Damn, she was good.

"We're going to be singing in the Leaky Cauldron. They're holding a benefit concert where all the proceeds go to the innocent muggles that got hurt in the war. Accordingly, we're gonna be singing some muggle songs that wizards have requested."

This time it was Hermione who was distracted. She was staring at Draco's chest, which was pretty visible through the t-shirt he was wearing.

When Draco saw a possibility for revenge, he always took it. Now was no different. But he had to top her, he flicked his wand and a whole mound of snow fell on her. He heard her scream and smiled contentedly.

"MALFOY!" She yelled as she melted the snow away with her wand. "ASSHOLE!"

Draco stuck his tongue out at her before he replied. "An eye for an eye, baby."

"LEVICORPUS!" She yelled. But this time he was too fast for her, his shield charm made the charm disappear.

"Well, Granger," He taunted, "I would love to sit here all night and deflect your pitiable curses but we really have to practice. We go on at nine tonight and it's already one."

She totally ignored what he'd said. "Where's the rest of your band? Theo told me that you were bringing the drummer and bassist, and that I was just supposed to find somebody for the keyboard. He said that me and you could alternate on guitar."

Draco had heard Hermione play in the morning. He was impressed. She was pretty damned good on the guitar and had a fucking perfect voice. He knew he wasn't too shabby himself, but he was worried that she might actually be better than he was.

No, he wasn't. Malfoys aren't second at anything. They excelled at everything they did.

Fine, maybe he was. Just a little.

"Do you have the list of songs that we have to sing?" She asked. He didn't, but he knew where to get it. He took two long strides over to her, grabbed her wrist and turned on his heel. In less than an instant they both disappeared.

Hermione hadn't expected apparation, so she wasn't prepared to land. As soon as they appeared in the Leaky Cauldron she fell on her arse. Draco looked down at her and grinned.

Ever the gentleman, he held his hand out to her. Surprisingly, she took it. He pulled her up a little hard and she landed flush against his chest. She was so damned hot.

His hand left hers and found its way to her waist. Calloused hands encircled her tiny waist and brought her closer.

"Hot damn, Granger." He said, as he rested his chin on her head. "Has anyone ever told you how hot you are?" She didn't answer. Draco's hands started tracing circles along her lower back, just above her bum. Hermione mumbled incoherently.

He brought his head down to her neck and he blew softly. She shivered and put her hands on his chest, intending on pushing him away. She was going to, but something stopped her.

Draco moved his head away from her neck and kissed her softly on the lips. She tried to deepen the kiss but he pulled away and put his finger on her lips. "I never thought I'd say this, but, fuck, we have some pretty intense chemistry going on here."

Hermione snapped out of whatever trance she was in and blushed. "No. We don't have chemistry, we can't. It's impossible."

He smirked. "Whatever you say, Granger." Amicably he looped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the counter where a witch in her twenties was standing and chewing gum rather obscenely.

Her hair was bleached peroxide blonde and she had a scrunched up nose. She saw Draco with Hermione and her jaw literally dropped, and the gum fell out of her mouth and onto the counter. She didn't seem to notice.

When she spoke, Hermione visibly shuddered. The voice was high pitched and squeaky. "Oooh…" She cooed. "Drakie, I've missed you sooo much." To Hermione, the voice was frustratingly familiar. To Draco, it literally caused nightmares.

Her eyes slowly swept over Hermione and the witch visibly licked her lips. Draco was annoyed; she couldn't check out Hermione and be turned on. Hermione was HIS. He had decided as much as soon as he'd flooed into her house. Hermione just didn't know it yet.

Draco sighed and looked at Hermione. "Granger, this is Pansy Parkinson. Pansy, this is Hermione Granger." Both women's eyes widened in surprise. Pansy's jaw dropped again.

"Fucking hell." Pansy said. "Hermione Granger?"

"The one and only." Answered Draco wryly. He couldn't resist making a little dig. "I bet you regret checking her out now." Pansy glared daggers at the blonde. Hermione was blushing scarlet.

"Now, now, now." Hermione looked beside her to see a disturbingly handsome wizard come up beside her. He, too, looked familiar. She was sure she'd seen him before somewhere. "What do we have here?" The words seemed to drip off of his lips.

Between him and Draco, no straight female in the area under the age of fifty and over the age of thirteen was thinking straight. He was pretty much the opposite of Draco.

Draco was blonde with blue-gray eyes. This man was a brunette with soft hazel eyes. Draco was pale but this man had softly brown skin.

Hermione was annoyed that she hadn't recognised him, she was even more pissed off when he recognised AND addressed her.

"The famous Miss Granger," He took her hand and ran his lips over her knuckles. "Even more pretty in person."

Hermione was a little flushed. Who was this man? Draco obviously knew him, so did Pansy, since she gave him a pretty filthy look.

Draco looked at her and asked dryly, "Granger, have you ever met Blaise Zabini?"

A lot of things clicked into place for her, not many of them pleasant.

She took out her wand and pointed it at him, there was a loud bang and Blaise seemed to disappear. Pansy and Draco looked at the floor and saw a little white mouse.

Draco turned on Hermione, who had bent down to retrieve the mouse. "Care to tell me why you just transfigured my drummer into a mouse?"

Hermione waved her wand and he was back into a human again, but his hair was white. Draco grinned and turned his hair back to normal.

Blaise didn't look annoyed in any way. "I'm glad you remember me, Granger. Do you remember this too?" He leaned into her and kissed her on the mouth. Draco raised his wand to blast Blaise into hell but Pansy got there first.

"Patrificus Totalus!" She screamed. A stone Blaise fell to the floor.