Hey guy's sorry it's been so long. A lot has happened since my friends little brother was lost (my mom just lost our own baby not even two weeks ago ironically and I've been switched into a couple new classes that I need to catch up in not to mention I have to start planning for college...) So as a resault, updates with be eratic and may come with months in between -_- I decided to update this story first because A) I already had half of it done and B) when I last updated it was only an authors not instead of a chapter. So hope you guys like this chapter even if it's only 1.2k words (I reall didn'y have it in me to add the date into this chapter) and I'll try to update again as soon as I have the time to but first I'm going to update HSH first (when I have time to finish that chapter -_-)

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"Okay, I think that's everything you should know," Narcissa finished lecturing her son two and a half hours later. At this point Draco's complexion was having a hard time choosing a color to remain at. It was going to ghostly white to bright red all the way back to that ghostly white again.

"Did you have to add the part about the female anatomy?" Draco spluttered at his mother- at the moment his face was bright red. "It's not like I don't know that stuff or was going to take her to bed!"

"Good, that should come later on," Narcissa mutter so low Draco almost missed it- key word being almost. He turned redder than he already was. This time Narcissa spoke louder when she said, "No but you are going to take her on a very romantic date to make it up to her."

Draco was pale when he whispered, "I thought I was supposed to make up with her, not make out with her…"

"This is making up," Narcissa smiled innocently at her son. "This is just the better version to apologize for the magnitude of your…error.

"Now I think a nice dinner at Blaise's Uncle's restaurant down town would be perfect!" Narcissa went on to describe the plans she had in mind for this and when she was done, Draco was passed out in the chair she'd sat him in hours earlier.

"Hermione, please come out of the room. It's been nearly a week and we need to practice for the next round in the auditions," Ginny whined at the bedroom door. She and Luna had been kicked out during the day so that Hermione could mope around in private.

"Never!" Hermione's voice came from the other side of the door. "I'll kill that fucking bastard if it's the last thing I do and I won't come out until I've found the perfect way to do just that!"

"You could just give him rotten food and give him food poisoning," Luna said from the couch where she was painting her toenails. "I'm sure that'd be enough to make him regret it."

Hermione's head poked out the bedroom door. "I love you, Lune's."

"Yeah sure, what do you want?"

"Can you help me sneak into Malfoy Mansion so I can plant the rotten food?"

"Can I finish painting my toenails?" Luna raised her eyebrow at her friend."

"Can we leave within the hour?"

"Probably."

"Then hurry up with those toenails so we can punish that spoiled asshole!" Hermione jumped up and down excitedly. "Oh, and Ginny, can you cook something so we can poison Draco with it?"

Ginny grumbled as she marched her way to the kitchen to cook something that without a doubt could kill almost anything. "Why am I always the one making the killer eggrolls? Couldn't it be Ron for once? He's worse at cooking than even me! But no, she always has me make the killer food…"

"I love you, Ginny," Hermione called after her grumbling friend.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you say that now," they heard more grumbling from the kitchen.

"Do you really think this'll work?"

"Draco, give me some credit," Narcissa snapped t her son while rubbing her belly. "I'm a female and I know how we females think. If she hasn't decided to come and poison you already then this should work."

"And if she's decided to poison me?"

"Then you're dead and on your own… How would you like your funeral?"

"Mom!"

"Sorry, sorry, but seriously you should write your will and give what details you want for your funeral just in case because if she's decided to poison you then you're dead…"

"Narcissa, will you please stop scaring our son," Lucius asked his wife exasperated. "You're scaring him half to death and besides you haven't killed me yet which means that Ms. Granger most likely won't kill him."

"You think that, my Sweet," Narcissa grinned. "You might not have a pair of testicles left once this pregnancy's over."

Both males paled and shut up to let Narcissa put the finishing touches together on the invitation to Hermione.

"Oh, that's perfect Ginny! You've really outdone yourself this time!" Hermione squealed with glee. "I give him a half-hour before he dies a horrible, horrible death!"

"I think she's gone bonkers," Ginny whispered to Luna who just stood there nodding; though no one had any idea who she was nodding to.

"Let's go and kill us some Malfoy Asshole!" Hermione cackled evilly as she started for the door but was stopped by a knock on her destination. She walked over and opened the door to see Blaise Zabini holding red roses and a card.

"I have no clue how I ended up being the messenger but here you go," Blaise said dryly. "If this works then I'll top my hat off to him. I'd put that food away for another day though and give him one more chance before you kill him because he's gone to such great lengths and has had enough torture from Cissy over this."

Before any of the girls could reply, he handed the flowers and card to Hermione and left after waving 'Hi' to Luna and Ginny.

"Open it, open it," Ginny squealed eagerly. "I want to know what it says!"

"To Hermione Jane Granger,

I am ever so sorry for what I said to you the last time we met. To make it up to you, I would like to take out on a date to Zabini's Greek Italian dinner; Blaise's Uncle owns it so we should be able to have privacy and a very good meal. Auntie Grazia makes the best food you'll ever taste and she'd love to meet you; she's a huge fan of your dancing. She's been to at least one performance for every show you've been in; turns out she was the once who suggested you to Mother and Father for the show. Please, give me a change to make amends for the last time and I hope to see you when I pick you up tomorrow morning at 11:30 for our lunch time reservations; if it helps, I begged for nearly four hours before Uncle let me have the reservation and Mother tortured me for three day's straight and the guys haven't talked to me since the Auditions. Mother says 'Hi' and she can't wait to see you again.

Draco Malfoy"

P.S. I hope you like the roses; I begged Mom for my allowance – she refused to give me it as punishment – so that I could find flowers as perfect as you… Okay that sounded a tad bit too cheesy, I'll admit…

Hermione started laughing at the last part. He was right, it was cheesy but it did the trick; she'd forgive him this time but if he ever did something like that again she'd kill him. "Sorry Ginny, but throw out the poison because he gets to live this time."

"I spent an hour and a half cooking the world's most deadliest food, just to chuck it?"

"Yup," Luna said giggling a tiny bit. "Next time, I'll help you make it because I think this is going to be a routine for them."

"I think you're right, Lunes," Ginny sighed and they looked at her helplessly giggling friend.

There! Next chapter will be the date but I'm not sure when I'll get it up next so please bear with me; I will finish this story eventually, I swear!

So thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it,

Mercy