Chapter Five

Draco had used the previous night's escapades as an excuse to get plastered and now he was nursing a hangover, using as many swear words as he could think of.

His swearing amplified in intensity as the phone in his flat rung. Only three people had that number, his cousin Tonks, His Mom and Blaise. He picked up the phone with a wince.

"What?"

"Well, don't you sound happy," Came the entirely too happy sound of Blaise's voice. Draco growled incoherently, strongly believing that no one should sound that happy unless they had managed to get laid before hand.

That thought had him sitting up straight. If Blaise had gotten laid the night before, Draco was screwed.

"What's up, mate?" He asked, trying for polite and missing it by about three years.

"I have a date!"

Draco let himself relax slightly. That wasn't exactly great, but it was better than if Blaise had actually scored real ground.

"With who?" Draco asked, cradling the phone against his ear as he made his way into the bathroom. He had missed his chance to brush his teeth last night, what with being plastered and his mouth tasted like several small countries had committed genocide in it.

"Hermione, of course!"

Draco dropped the phone, which somehow managed to miss the open toilet and fell to the floor. Draco scrambled after it, suddenly awake. He managed to get it but slipped and only prevented serious damage to his face by throwing one hand into the toilet bowl.

Draco rose to his feet with several oaths and began washing his hands as he spoke into the phone.

"Sorry 'bout that. You move fast. Where are you two going?"

"Why? Gonna try and sabatogue us?" Blaise chuckled.

"Not at all. Just thought I'd see if I can convince Weasley to accompany me and we can make it a double date," Draco lied gibly, drying his hands.

"Really? Hermione told me you weren't making any head way with Ginny."

Draco swore under his breath but laughed. "YOu never know, mate."

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Draco had no doubt in his mind what was going to happen tonight. Granger and Weasley were going to pull the same prank as they had the previous night. THey were going to mess with Blaise's mind. Not that Draco was going to do jack shit to stop it. Hell no, a bet was a bet.

No, Draco was here to see just how much of a fool the girls could make his friend look. We all need friends like Draco.

With all this laid before you, dear reader, you can see why no one was more upset than Draco Malfoy when Hermione Granger sauntered in through the main doors. Draco watched from his booth at the resturant in absolute horror as Hermione cordially greeted Blaise. She wasn't very dressed up and she wasn't very happy to be doing this, but she was there at least.

Draco was pissed. Little carrot top thought she could skip a date with him but Blaise gets the girl to show? The hell?

Unless it wasn't Hermione...

Draco remembered the previous night and had to wonder if it wasn't a Weasley in Mudblood skin. He decided to call her bluff.

Draco rose to his feet, much to the relief of the waiter he had been ignoring for the past hour. THe waiter didnt' mind the guy sitting there, but it was kinda creepy the way he kept staring at the black man across the room.

Draco stalked over to the table gracefully. Every female eye followed his lithe movements but Draco wasn't in the mood for flattery. He had a score to even.

He arrived at Blaise's table. Blaise looked up at him and managed to get out, "Draco, what are you--" Before Draco grabbed Hermione and kissed her.

Most self transfiguration spells are extremely fragile and take only a random question to shatter the illusions. If Hermione had indeed been Ginny pretending to be Hermione, the kiss would have easily broken her concentration.

Draco was still locked to Granger through his lips, watching her closely. He was wondering when she would lose her focus when a horribly familiar voice broke through with one word: "Malfoy?"

Draco froze. Literally froze. Finally, with slow jerking movements, Draco broke the kiss and looked up to see the shocked face of Ginny Weasley.

"Uh... Ginny, what... uh, what are you doing here?"

"I thought you knew I had work last night. Didn't you get my message?"

Draco vaguely recalled a blinking light on his cellphone. Hurriedly he pulled it out and flipped it open to read the text message she had sent him.

M, can't go 2nite. 2morrow 7?

Draco stared at Ginny in horror.

Shit.

(A/N: ahahaha! I love it!