A/N: Hey guys, I just wanted to do an early update for all of my stories since its New Years Eve. I really love writing fanfiction, but it's not likely encouraging if you guys don't review, so you know where the button is. Just as soon as you're done reading, please tell me what I did wrong, or what I did right. Praises, insults, warning, and blah blah blah I'll take them. XoXo- Alisia.

Dramione Fanfic: Guide to Dating a Ponce

Chapter 2: Photographic Memory

The trashed, colorful dining hall of Granger Manor was a sight to see, and that was only the dining hall. Until this day, Granger Manor for many centuries was a proud standing, aristocratic domain. It's popularity rose as periods went by for hosting extravagant parties and balls. Only since this evening, it stood true to its image. Until…

"HOW DARE YOU, YOU POMPOUS BIGGOT!" Hermione could not take another second in the presence of this...this ugh! She quickly grabbed the cup of wine lying to the side of the punch bowl and threw it in his face. He…meaning Count Andrew Trovozky…looked taken aback by the atrocity of the young woman and meaninglessly stared at her in shock.

In the many years of coping with her mothers ridiculous surprise balls, Hermione Granger had never been more insulted then she was now.

As she was standing at the punch table minding her own business, the count saw it fit to pick her out of the dozens of woman hanging off his arm already. He shooed them away and…dare she say it…stared at their hips sway as they slowly strutted away from him. Seeing Trovozky perverted stare made her want to retch. She rolled her eyes at the audacity of this guy and prepared to spend the whole evening being chatted up by him. She took one more sip of her wine glass and placed it down.

"Gewd evening, Mizz. Granger. And how are ve doing tonight, gewd?" His debonair smirk was in position, which he considered the most powerful weapon in his seduction of woman. Count Andrew Trovozky was half Italian and half Transylvanian. He was one of those radical 17 year olds that seemed to think that all of woman kind was desperately in love with him. That god made him a treasure, a vessel to travel from one woman to another. Hermione thought he was a manwhore, simple as that.

"Oh umm…yes it is quite quaint this evening." She smiled cheekily, hoping he didn't see the hesitance in her eye.

"Vell zat is gewd news then. Yoo muz thank your mother for inviting me and my family to thiz beauteeful party. It iz how yoo English say, brilliant." He leaned in closer to her that she could smell the harsh scent of Billywig Stingers coming off his breath. Her smiled widened and she looked the other way, hoping to find oxygen.

"Aww Draga, no need too hide your blush from my eyez. It iz normal for women to be attracted to me. And dare I say yoo are ze prettiest of tonight" Hermione gaped at the punch bowl, still standing so that her back faced him. He leaned in closer so that his lips were directly above her ear.

"How about ve go upstairs and finish zis conversation? Da?" He whispered to her, his snaky little hands slowly stroking her thighs and going upwards. Hermione felt herself getting redder and redder as more anger coursed through her. She stared back at him, her smile widening by the minute. Her eyes were clenched together, making her smile look evil and uneven. She straightened her body and turned to him so they were front to front.

"Oh Andrew…Andrew…Andrew" He looked confused and somewhat creeped out. Her small little fingers gripped the crystal wine glass and without a second thought, she flinged it so the red contained liquid smeared his whole face. "HOW DARE YOU, YOU POMPOUS BIGGOT! I WILL NEVER, EVER DO SUCH SICK THINGS WITH YOU!" She shrieked in his face. "AND DON'T YOU DARE COME WITHIN A 50 MILE RADIUS OF ME OR I'LL CALL ON AURORS AND THEY'LL BE WONDERING WHAT A 17 YEAR OLD GUY IS DOING HARASSING AN 11 YEAR OLD GIRL! YOU SICKEN ME!" and with that, Hermione pulled out her 11 inch phoenix feather and recited a charm that levitated all forms of liquids in the room and dumped it on the head of the gaping Count.

The whole room was gawking at the situation. Her mother had her gloved hand covering her mouth and looked about to cry while her father stood straight, staring proudly at his daughter. He looked over at the Count and smirked as he saw the Count moments away from crying. After a few moments of drowning cheerfully in the pride he felt for Hermione, he slowly walked towards her, avoiding the drunken sop who was now crying. He picked her up and spun her around happily. The audience continued staring, some amused at the situation and others…well not so much.

"JOHN!?" Hermione's mother yelled. They stopped for a moment and John Granger hesitantly put his daughter down. Jean Granger was not someone to be messed with and if anything, Hermione just messed up a very well scheduled ball, some kind of punishment will be created for

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'Mother had asked me to wear my best dress, which I did. She had also asked me to act like a Princess, which I did. Be polite, which I did. She did not ask me to willingly be groped by that vile pathetic git. But nooo, when I fight back I'm the one to be punished.' Hermione rolled her eyes as she sat up on her bed. Her mother was surprisingly easy on her punishment this time; she was sent to her room and was made to stay there.

'He should have been made to never have children.' She chuckled at the thought of making the Count never to mate again. As Hermione sank lower into her bed she pulled out a photo album inside her desk drawer. Inside the photo album were moving pictures of her childhood. In many of the pictures, she was coupled with boy with blonde hair. She sighed as she went through the book, focusing as she got older and older along with the boy.

Hermione Granger, now at the age of 11 looked more mature then her age suggested. When she turned 9, she had a sudden speed growth in her height and body. Her breast grew quite ample for her age and her hips got wider in size. Her soft curly locks were now cascading down to her waist in a rich brown tone. Her body was completely healthy since she had a knack for waking up early and jogging around her family's private track. If anybody stared at her, they would think she was around 14 instead of 11.

She continued to stare at the picture, taking a particular one out of the last page. This specific one was taken two months ago in Wizard Paris in Palgens: Fun park. Narcissa was adamant on taking a photograph for a future memento. It was a moving picture; they were all gathered up, Narcissa and her husband Lucius on the left side, Jean and her husband John on the right, and their kids were in the middle. Hermione and Draco clasped each other's arms, both with funny expressions on their face. Hermione puffed up her cheeks so hard that both were visibly red even through the camera, and Draco, right before the photographer took the picture, slyly puckered up his lips and moved just so it was right above Hermione's cheek.

Hermione kept her eyes on it, wondering where Draco was now. Around this year, his Father thought it was best to take his son on some business trips to fill him in on what kind of empire his heir was going to take over in the future. The last letter she had gotten from Draco was a month ago, stating that he was somewhere in Wizard Japan and that he missed her dearly. Even though she was proud of Draco, she couldn't help but miss him. It was like living without air, she couldn't be away from him long.

"Oh life is so boring!" Hermione yelled. 'He hasn't even answered any of my letters…' She looked at the picture once again before groaning and smashing her head repeatedly into the pillow. The people in the pictures looked at her wearily before going back to their business.

"If only Draco was here." Hermione said to herself.

"If only who was here?" someone suddenly mumbled. Hermione jumped three feet into the air in shock. She put her hand over her heart, hoping to slow the fast beating. She speedily twisted her head to the where the voice came from, the window. She slowly walked outside her balcony, but didn't see a single thing. She looked left and right, but didn't see a thing. She scratched her head and wondered if she had gone insane.

"Up here." She looked up to see a gigantic bird looking at her with his beady eyes.

"AHHHH!" she shrieked, racing back into her bedroom. She closed the window lock and hopped into her bed, pulling the covers over her head. There was knocking sounds on her window, but she didn't dare look back. She could hear the mutter of, 'Alohomora', and started thinking if the devil bird could talk. She could feel something poking her blanket from the outside. 'Oh god…I'm going to get murdered by a bird!?' Suddenly her blanket was yanked off her and an attempt to get it back, she opened her eyes.

"BOO!" She screamed once more, probably because of aftershock. She met the stare of her childhood friend, Draco Malfoy who was grinning ear to ear. His laughter erupted through the room as she gaped at him, confused at the situation. She looked towards the devil bird he had placed on his right hand using a glove.

"AHAHAHA you should've seen your face!" he continued, showing her an example of her face when she saw the bird.

"Priceless!" He yelled causing Hermione to immediately come back to reality. She slapped him over the head and kicked his stomach. He still stood straight, as if not sensing her attempt to injure him and unfortunately…still laughing. As he slowly calmed down, Hermione sat there patiently waiting with an irritated expression on her face.

He stopped and smirked arrogantly at her, "So, would you like to repeat that other statement. If only who was here?" He asked, walking around her bed to sit next to her, still bird in hand. She kept the irritated expression on her face, but it was lowered down a level because of embarrassment. "Oh wipe that grin off your face Malfoy. That was mean and I'm not thinking of forgiving you anytime soon." She pursued her lip and turned away from him.

"Oh well we can't have that Mione' because if you can't forgive me then I can't give you your gifts. And if I can't give you your gifts, then I'll have to give them to someone else. And that just doesn't fare well with me." He pouted his lips and moved in front of her. At the word "Gift", Hermione's ears perked up like a cat. They both stared at each other and after a few minutes Hermione's "wall" broke down. She jumped into his arms, cautiously avoiding the gigantic bird. She sniffed in his scent, like she always did when they met, its fragrance calming and relaxing her nerves.

Both of them laid side to side on Hermione's princess bed. Draco let the huge gigantic bird perch on Hermione's lamp, before turning to face her. She blushed at their closeness, before starting her questioning,

"So why are you here Draco? Your father must be going mental by now trying to find you."

"My father was the one who actually gave me permission. He thinks I'm upset for some reason and sent me packing. I didn't want to go back home because it's empty. Mother's still in Paris at this moment so father apparated me here…So I thought I'd surprise you." He grinned. Draco Malfoy's grin was a private thing that only Hermione got to witness, and she cherished it just as much as her secret love for him.

"Oh I was definitely surprised, that's for sure." She smiled cheekily at him. She paused to look at the bird; now that she wasn't frightened of it anymore she could see that it wasn't frightening but majestic.

"So what's with the bird?" She asked.

"Oh right, I almost forgot. This," Draco pointed at the bird. The bird was velvety black, its shoulders stood straight and its chin was prodded up, making it look royal and sophisitcated. It looked down on her and nodded in her direction, as if noting it's new master.

"Is a Chinese Phoenix, from father. He thought you would like your own messenger bird when we got to Hogwarts. And this," He tore through his messenger bag and took out a rectangular box.

"Is from me to you." Hermione gently took the case from him and slowly opened it. Inside the box was the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. It was a simple necklace, a silver string clasp with a small heart shaped locket connected to it, but it was from the person she loved, which made it beautiful to her. She nervously opened it to see a picture of her and Malfoy on one side and the picture of their day at Paglen's on the other.

"Oh Draco it's adorable…" She softly stroked the silver clasp affectionately.

"So do you love it or do you love it?" He asked, smirking at her.

"Of course I love it!" She unclasped it and tried putting it on, but kept missing the lock. Draco suddenly stopped her hands and took the two ends from her. He lifted her hair to the side and slowly secured the necklace. Hermione felt the hairs on her back jump up at the sensation of his fingers on her skin. He stood there, staring at the smooth skin of her back.

They smiled at each other before going downstairs and alerting Hermione's parents that Draco was here.