AN: Sorry I haven't updated lately, guys. My life had been hectic as of late, but I wouldn't abandon you all! I had started a different way, but it was terribly written and I love this one way better. Hope you like it! R & R
Hermione Granger was scheming for the first time in her life. It was not in her nature to plot, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And this was a desperate time. Ronald Weasely would pay for his wrong doings if it was the last thing she did. These were the first thoughts she had as she awoke, warm and cozy, the strong arms of Draco wrapped around her slight form. She knew he would help her on her quest for vengeance, because he could not deny her anything that she wanted. And she knew the first step to Plan Make Ron Pay. Hermione Jean Granger was getting the biggest makeover of her life, and Ron would take one look at her hotness and come crawling back to her, only to be brutally rejected. It was fool proof!
Just then, Malfoy stirred and sleepily opened his eyes. Seeing her there, he gave a lazy smile that made him look like he was about seven years old. He looked absolutely adorable and Hermione grinned back at him.
"Morning, sleeping beauty," She greeted in an affectionate tone, surprising herself. Since when was she affectionate of Malfoy?
His smile softened even more than it already was and his answer was a nuzzle to my neck. She giggled, as it tickled and playfully pushed him away. A brief longing to be touching each other again flitted through both of their minds, but they both pushed it away. Getting out of bed, Hermione her way around the side of the bed and pulled Malfoy out of the bed and onto the floor with an oof.
"Ouch, woman! You could have just asked and I would have complied! Honestly..." He muttered to himself, not meaning the words. Hermione rolled her eyes at his childish behavior.
"Guess what Malfoy? It's spa day! You and I are going to make Ron sorry he ever cheated on me," Hermione informed him of the plan and his eyes lit up.
"We're going to make the Weasel jealous?" Malfoy asked, looking like a child on Christmas morning. Then his eyes clouded over and his smile dimmed. "You want him back?" He said this in a flat tone, he himself now looking jealous.
Hermione made an unladylike sound between a laugh and a snort.
"Of course not. He's going to come crawling back to me and I'm going to cruelly reject him and make him feel absolutely horrid about himself, Malfoy."
Malfoy looked highly mollified. "Oh good. And Granger? I proclaim that to be the last time we ever call each other by our last names. I think we're on a first name basis now." He winked.
"Alright Mal- Draco, I agree." Hermione stumbled over his name, but when she said it, it rolled of her tongue like honey. It felt right.
He then got a look on his face like he had just drank spoilt milk, and asked in a whiny tone,
"Spa Day?"
Hermione gave a tinkling laugh and grabbed his hand, running over to the fireplace and grabbing some floo powder.
"You doooonnnneeee yet?" Draco cried in a pouty voice from the waiting room of Belleza, the fanciest, best, and most expensive salon in wizarding London. Hermione didn't normally come to elegant places like this to get beauty services, because she didn't care about how she looked, normally. However, she could certainly afford it, what with the good paying job at St. Mungo's and the large fortune the Ministry had insisted on paying her for, "ridding the wizarding world of He Who Must Not Be Named." She didn't even really need to work, but she liked it.
"Draco, be patient! I'll be out in 5 minutes!" Hermione called out exasperatedly. For her, these minutes passed quickly, chatting with the witch doing her hair and makeup. For him, time dragged on like everything was in slow motion. Finally, she emerged. Draco's mouth dropped open, and he looked like a fish. Hermione giggled and closed it with her hand.
She looked stunning. Her hair was tamed into silky curls the shone like copper. Her makeup was light and natural but amazing all the less. Her eyes were rimmed with chocolate liner, her eyeshadow a shimmering gold, and her lashes were voluminous and dark, framing her amber eyes and making them look luminous.
"You- you look beautiful!" he stammered. She smiled softly and took his hand, payed the woman behind the counter and walked out into the sunlight, towing him behind her. Next, she dragged him into several clothing stores, buying a whole new wardrobe of expensive, sexy and fashionable clothes, make up, and hair potions that the people from the salon had used on her. In one store in particular, she was taking an extra long time in the dressing room. When she finally emerged, Draco was starstruck. She was in a short, teal number with a flower on the bodice.
"You're getting that." he said with a note of finality."Actually, you need another one also, that is more formal for the annual Malfoy Ball."
She blushed and retreated into the dressing room, coming back out in her normal clothes and buying the clothes she wanted. They then went to the biggest dress shop Draco had ever been in. She ended up buying a gorgeous charcoal grey floor length gown with thing straps and a full skirt. It hugged her curves in all the right ways, and made him shiver just looking at her.
When they finally made it home, they fell through the fireplace onto the floor of the living room of Malfoy Manor. They ended up in a tangled heap, laughing so hard tears ran down their faces. When they looked up, they were startled to find a frowning Lucius Malfoy peering down at them. Though he had apologized to Hermione, he sent her a cold stare, making her wonder if he really didn't mind if her blood was not pure.
"What in Merlin are you doing, Draco?" he questioned, not addressing his question at Hermione or acknowledging her in any way.
"Having fun, Father. Is there a problem?" Draco asked coldly, picking up his father's chilly attitude towards his mate.
"No son. No problems here. However, I don't approve of such behavior. You are a Malfoy, for God's sake! Malfoys do not roll on the floor and giggle till they cry." Lucius stated, looking accusingly at Hermione, clearly stating that it was her fault that his mini me was growing his own personality.
"Well Father, this Malfoy does." With that, he grabbed Hermione and swept out of the room.
Draco was not sure why his father was acting this way, right after he had 'accepted' Hermione. Then a brilliant idea hit him.
"Hermione! I think it's time I moved out of my parents house. I've never liked it much here anyway," he said with a crooked grin as they walked through the hallways.
"And I'm presuming that would mean that I come with you?" Hermione clarified.
"Of course, my dear!" Draco said faux dramatically.
Now Hermione was excited. "We'll start looking tomorrow! I guess I'll just sell my flat I was living in before..."
"Cheer up. It'll be fun." Draco encouraged.
Hermione was glad that they were moving, Malfoy Manor held too many bad memories. When they finally reached Draco's room, they were both tired from shopping.
They both got into the bed, and lay facing each other. " Good night Hermione." "Good night Draco." They both said at the same time, then laughed.
Draco fell asleep, but Hermione stayed up late, unable to sleep from thoughts of destroying Ron and getting away from the prejudiced Lucius. When she finally fell asleep, however, she dreamed of only Draco.