Author's Note: Hi! It's Cristy here. I bet no one knows me because, although I have written a bunch of Dramione stories for years, all of them are in spanish. I have translated "Mugglefied" and I am translating "A marriage most convenient" into spanish, so I was curious about translating one of my own fanfics into english too. Well, here it is. The original one is called "Trato hecho".

A special THANK YOU to "JessicaTurner32" and "SimplyBelieving" for their huge help correcting my mistakes. You girls are awesome!

By the way, this story is set in their seventh year, just two weeks before graduation, is 16 chapters long and Voldemort never existed.

I hope you like/enjoy it!

D E A L

A Dramione/Hansy story by Cristy1994

Summary:

Just two weeks before graduation, Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger decide to put aside their differences to help each other in a common goal: to get the best friend of the other to pay attention to them once and for all.

Chapter 1: The deal.

The seventh-year students had just finished the last of their N.E.W.T exams, and a wave of euphoria was present, as should be expected. The Three Broomsticks was full that day, but miraculously Hermione and her friends had managed to occupy the last free table in the establishment. Almost immediately an elf with an apron appeared in front of them to take their orders. They each ordered a Butterbeer, and once the elf had left, Hermione was more than willing to talk about how she felt the exams had gone. The boys, oblivious to what she had been saying, had started up their own conversation about their desire to watch a Quidditch match again. This was nothing new to Hermione. Harry and Ron had often excluded her from their conversations, usually without them even realizing it. She often felt like she was invisible to them because of this.

Hermione just leaned her elbow on the table and held her head in her hand and sighed. She gazed around the room looking at the students and people near her. Her gaze soon found a blonde head at the table next to her. She knew exactly who he was without even having to look him in the face, that silky white hair was unmistakable. Obviously, she had never touched it before, but sometimes would find herself fantasizing about doing so. After exams he must have changed out of his robes and settled on wearing a form fitting black cotton shirt that clung to his torso with perfection. It wasn't very common to see him wearing clothes that were not school uniform robes or his usual expensive silk shirts which were bought from the finest shops in Hogsmeade. Unbeknownst even to herself, Hermione let her gaze travel over his physique, which had been made even better by the rigorous Quidditch training routines that he participated in. Letting her eyes focus on his arms, they seemed strong and toned, lit a spark inside of her which very quickly developed into a blaze of fire. The result of this fire was a wetness forming in her underwear. Suddenly, the boy turned his head to look at his friend, which gave Hermione free rein to appreciate the rest of his fine masculine features. How many times had she dreamed of biting those thin lips and letting his big hands slip under her shirt, or better yet, up her skirt. For the love of Merlin, that man always managed to get a passionate reaction out of her. This type of reaction she tried to hide, at all costs, to any person around her. Then there were his eyes, those extraordinary eyes were capable of penetrating through to whoever they were looking at with just a single glance. Those eyes that were now staring straight into her own with such intensity that it caused a chill to run down her spine.

"What the hell are you looking at, Granger?" He spat at her with evident disgust in his voice.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Hermione answered back, raising her chin proudly, even though her insides were trembling at the fact of being discovered.

She made a sudden movement to get up. This resulted in her elbow and the mug of butterbeer colliding, sending it over the table. It happened so fast that she was unable to do anything about it. Hermione stared in shock at the broken bottle on the floor, she was so caught up in staring at him that she hadn't even been aware of when the mug had been placed in front of her.

The commotion caused both Ron and Harry to stop talking and both raise their eyes just in time to see Hermione jump up from the table and make a beeline straight to the women's bathroom. The Slytherins at the table next to them burst out in a fit of hysterics.

Hermione was quite relieved to find that there was no one in the women's bathroom when she entered. She rested her hands on one of the sinks and focused on the continuous dripping of water coming from the tap. She always felt a little stupid for being obsessed with the only guy at Hogwarts who hated her beyond any means. She would admire him from afar, knowing full well that if he were to ever notice as he did today, that he would end up saying something to her, just as he just did.

She knew she had to recompose herself, she knew that it did not have to affect her this way. But no matter what she kept telling herself, it most definitely did affect her. And the worst part was that she didn't know why.

She was about to take her wand out to clean the spilt butterbeer off her clothes, when the bathroom door slammed opened and someone walked in. Hermione raised her head quickly, meeting a smiling Pansy Parkinson who was looking her directly into her eyes.

"Come to keep laughing at me?" Hermione asked, rolling her eyes a little. "If so, you can leave now." She looked back down, still trying to clean the spilt butterbeer off her robes.

"Now, what is all this hostility for dear?" The girl replied, smirking slightly as she took out her wand and pointed it directly at the Gryffindor's chest suddenly. Hermione, her breathing stopped, stood very still staring straight at the wand pointed at her. The Slytherin moved her wrist in a circular movement, causing a flash of light that made the Butterbeer spot on Hermione's tunic disappear. "They should have taught you not to bite the hand that is helping you."

Hermione watched as Pansy put the wand in the back pocket of her pants. She stared at her in disbelief for what seemed like an eternity.

"And what is that supposed to mean? Since when are you and I friends, and since when do you extend a helping hand?" Hermione responded back to her, still staring at her with disbelief at what was occurring.

"Since now, of course. I'm going to help you get Draco to notice you." She said matter-of-factly, as she brushed her hair off her face with a delicate and elegant hand movement.

Hermione's face turned red at once. "Why should I want something like that?"

"Oh, come on. I've seen how you've looked at him since third year." Pansy stated in an almost mellow voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hermione answered bluntly.

"Alright." Pansy shrugged and turned to leave, but stopping at the door before opening it said: "We have finished the last NEWT and there are only a couple of weeks left before graduation. You know very well that after that, you will not likely see him again."

An electric current triggered by her words caused Hermione to move quickly. This impulse causing her to grab her arm and keep her from leaving the bathroom.

"Wait. Why would you want to help me?" She asked in a whisper.

"Because, if I help you…I want something in return."

"What do you want?" Hermione was not at all surprised that a Slytherin, like Pansy, would sell her friend for profit for herself. Pansy was capable of more than just selling him, hell this woman was capable of throwing him to the lions if necessary.

"I want Potter." She said flatly and without sounding ashamed in the least. "I'm running out of time as well, Granger. I want the same thing you want; I want to be noticed. I just want to be noticed by Potter. If I help you with Draco, I want your help with Potter."

Hermione was more than a little shocked. And who would blame her for being shocked, since when were Parkinson's eyes on Harry? When had she begun to desire him to the point of having to ask her for help? She knew Pansy would trade her friend over in an instance to get what she wanted. The question was, would she be able to throw Harry, her best friend, into a pit of snakes?

Hermione had ended up accepting the Slytherin proposition, knowing that once it was done, there was no turning back. She was well aware that she could not go back after agreeing with the snake, but the very thought of getting Malfoy to notice her was too attractive. She tried not to think too much about the fact that she had put herself on the same level as the Slytherin by selling her friend for a profit. She could not help but wonder if there really was much difference between the two of them.

They had met the next day in the girl's bathroom on the second floor, where no one ever entered since the ghost of Myrtle wandered and cried in its corners. Both knew that this was probably not the most comfortable place to meet, but they needed a place away from prying eyes and ears. Everyone in the castle knew of the enmity between Hermione and Pansy, indeed, it was strange that someone had never heard the insults that the Slytherin had thrown at the Gryffindor since they had known each other. Apparently that was already past water. Both were willing to leave their eternal rivalry aside to help each other with a common goal: recognition, even if they had to do it against the clock.

Hermione's heart beat wildly as she made her way to the rendezvous point. She did not really know what to expect, and although she still had some reservations about this twisted plan, she decided not to think too much and just went into the bathroom, once she was sure no one was looking. When the door closed behind her she could see that Pansy was already waiting for her inside. Her pose, as haughty as it was fabulous, made it clear that she completely disapproved the fact of having to wait for Hermione to show up.

"Sorry, Harry delayed me with homework." Hermione said as she unbuttoned her robe a little to get comfortable.

The Slytherin bit her lip at the sound of Harry's name. She was wearing a fur coat and high tipped boots, and made no move to adjust her coat and mess up her look.

"Let's start with you, since you have the most difficult case." Pansy said then. Hermione raised her eyebrows in response. Yes, obviously Pansy would have it easier to conquer Harry than she did with Draco, but was it really necessary to voice it out loud and that way? Pansy looked her up and down, scanning her clothing completely and without hesitating one bit said: "No wonder Draco does not notice you."

Hermione clenched her fists at her sides. What was it she wanted? To sink her before this even started? To make her feel bad about her appearance? It was clear that negotiating with snakes like her would not be easy, but she was not going to allow her to feel bad or even ugly, not when Hermione knew best how to play her cards. Serenely and trying to imitate the way she looked at her, she looked Pansy up and down too and replied:

"No wonder Harry hasn't notice you. Let me put this out here, If you're here right now it's because you've also gone quite unnoticed too, don't you think?"

The corners of Pansy's lips rose in a strange smile. She looked at Hermione with insight etched in her eyes. "That's it Granger, take out your most cynical side. The Slytherins do not like soft people, especially Draco." The girl began to walk around her with her hands clasped behind her and with an intimidating expression on her face. The scene seemed purely that of a hunter and prey. "The first thing you have to do is not duck your head when he insults you. When he does, look him in the eye, let him know that his words don't hurt you, however hard that may be."

"But I…"

"I know what you're going to say." Pansy kept walking around her, getting closer and closer. Hermione could feel the danger in the environment. "You're going to retort that you always ignore the insults. Yes, but your simple "shut up, Malfoy" does not work. That is a simple response with no boldness, with no confidence. No, that response isn't even a rebuttal or an insult back, although it is not necessary that you return it. There are more subtle ways to make him see that he can't get you down, like staring your fiery eyes into his and squinting slightly to show him you're watching him. You can even wrinkle your nose a bit so he understands that you're not going to allow such contempt." Hermione stiffened as Parkinson's face approached her ear without warning and her cold breath hit her skin like a spell. "I know first-hand that he's aroused by strong and bold girls. Those that don't allow anyone to intimidate them."

Hermione closed her eyes. She needed to process all this information and try not to be greatly affected by the fact that Pansy had basically confessed that she and Draco had slept together. Her words had caused something inside her to catch on fire with anger for a moment. She forced her self to close her eyes and take a breath and calm her emotions down. Opening her eyes, she found Pansy standing in front of her, with that look that froze blood even to the ghosts of the castle. Pansy knew that she had punched her where it hurt the most and seemed to enjoy it, although only Merlin knew why she wasn't pulling out all the stops and being crueler. She kept her self contained and controlled, after all, she still wanted her reward. It would not be logical to anger the person who could get her what she craved the most.

"I have to demonstrate intransigence, I understand." Hermione said.

"Very well, let's move on to the next point." Pansy answered, approaching her with firm and sure steps. When she was close enough she used a single finger to toss aside part of Hermione's robe and see her clothes. "For Merlins sake, you have to stop dressing as if you want to hide your body."

After the icy look Hermione gave her, Pansy unbuttoned the long coat she was wearing and dropped it to the floor of the bathroom without regard. She did it with a simple and agile movement that looked regal. It was clear that she had all the grace and elegance that Hermione lacked.

The Slytherin swelled her chest with the confidence and arrogance of one who knows herself the winner. Under her tunic she wore a tight cream-colored silk shirt that exposed all her curves without the need to show anything. The pants were tight around her hips and gave her a very sensual look. Not to mention those boots. Hermione could not help comparing herself to her in a somewhat inappropriate way.

"It's too bad that we are forced to wear tunics and uniforms during the week, why would you want to wear your grandmother's sweater and your friend Weasel's wide pants on Saturday? The only good thing you've done has been to consider covering that look with your tunic a bit." Pansy's voice was mocking and a little amused, although Hermione didn't like the situation. Parkinson became serious again. "Really, stop dressing like Professor Sprout. If you keep dressing like this, you will not get him to even look at you, let alone want you."

Pansy pulled her wand from the back pocket of her trousers and, with a quick movement, caused Hermione's robe to fall to her feet. Then, without giving her time to react, she made that big jersey of a shirt she wore hug the curves of her body. Next she waved her wand at her pants. They shrunk to fit her body and hug every curve of her hips and legs.

"WHAT ARE YOU…?"

"Well, look at you Granger!" Pansy interrupted. "It turns out that you DO have curves! Who would have thought judging by what you were wearing a few seconds ago..."

Hermione felt a little uncomfortable with the fact that her clothes fit so snuggly to her body. She was not used to letting the world see what was under there, but she had to admit that Parkinson was right. She needed to change her wardrobe urgently. The goal in her mind was very clear, and she had the firm intention to achieve it. She was not going to give Harry over to the snake for nothing, because even though she had all her hopes placed on that snake, she was very aware that she had to do everything she could to make this work.

"Ok." Hermione's voice was husky, almost resigned. "I will go to Hogsmeade soon and buy new clothes."

"There's no time." Snapped Pansy, she was pulling a shrunken backpack out of her handbag. Waving her wand, she resized the backpack and rested it on the nearby toilet. Pansy picked it up and began to open its zipper, not without first looking at Hermione out of the corner of her eye and saying: "Come on, get undressed."

"Excuse me?"

The Gryffindor could not help but think that she had not heard right, but when she saw that Pansy was clenching her lips to keep from laughing, she knew she heard correctly.

"I asked you to take off your clothes, Granger."

"I'm not going to do that." The girl replied, crossing her arms... as if that would stop someone like Pansy from getting what she wants. "I don't even get undressed in front of my bunkmates at night to put on my PJs, there is no way I'm doing that in front of you now."

Calmly Parkinson pulled a shirt from her knapsack very similar to the one she currently wore. Then she turned to Hermione and rolled her eyes in boredom.

"Don't waste my time, ok? You will not be the first woman I have seen naked." She took the time to sigh in a somewhat dramatic way. "Also, you will not be so lucky as to dress in my clothes again, so stop looking at me like that and start to undress yourself."

Hermione snorted louder than necessary to make sure she was clear that she disapproved of this idea, but she was willing to swallow her extreme modesty and do what she was told. They both had things they would have to overcome to get what they wanted. What could go wrong by trying on some clothes?

Hermione started by pulling her sweater over her head and then continued to drop her pants to the floor. Pansy's scrutiny was so intense that Hermione had to clear her throat to bring her back to reality. Finally the Slytherin rolled her eyes before breaking the silence.

"You have to buy new underwear too if all you have is..." She made a gesture with her hand, covering Hermione's entire body. "Well, if everything in your drawers is like that. But don't expect me to leave you any of my Italian lingerie. You'll have to go buy yours when the time comes."

"Not that I wanted to put on your panties." Hermione huffed to herself. Pansy raised her head to look at her smugly. Then she threw the shirt at her with a bit more force than was needed.

"Oh, of course you would want to, trust me if had seen them you would definitely want to put on my "panties"... But I don't think that someone like you has even dreamed of putting on fine lingerie at some time. I would bet my fortune that you have no idea what it is like."

"Whatever you say." Hermione replied, quickly putting on her shirt to partially cover her nudity. It was soft, rose-coloured form fitting blouse that had a "v" neckline that Hermione would never have put on unless she was being coerced.

Pansy was about to say something when a sound from the pipes flooded the place and startled them. A few seconds later, a girl with a childish, and quite translucent, appearance came out of one of the toilets. She flew at them giving a sharp cry that almost burst their eardrums. Hermione struggled to cover her panties with her hands so Myrtle couldn't see her in her state of undress.

"Friends!" Exclaimed the ghost with a nervous giggle. "It has been a long time since anyone came to see me. What are you doing here, and why don't you have pants on?" Myrtle was silent for a thousandth of a second. Then she put her hands to her eyes. "Ohhhh did I interrupt something?"

"Don't be stupid." Pansy snapped. "Can't you see that she's changing her clothes?"

"Oh, that's a relief." said the ghost, opening her eyes again and noticing the clothes on the floor. "What's wrong with that sweater? I used to wear one just like it when I was alive." She added then, feeling suddenly melancholy.

Pansy let out a malicious smile. "It can be said that you are fashionable, Granger... at least in the forties you were."

"You better close that beak of yours. If you don't, Ginny will be getting Harry's attention instead of you." Hermione said disgustedly. Did she want her to take out her claws? Well, she was going to find how hard she could scratch with said claws if she continued to demean her in that way. "I know very well that she is also dying for a little of his attention. Be careful Parkinson, she happens to be closer to him than you are….would be a lot easier to set them up than setting you up with him."

The Slytherin's face paled so that it began to resemble the tone of the ghost that haunted them. She frowned and grimaced, the top of her lip rising a little and showing her teeth in warning. But now it was Hermione's turn to look at her with her chin high. Pansy needed a few seconds to compose herself completely. When at last she looked up again, there was still a hint of menace in her eyes, but it was clear that she had realized that the Gryffindor had more boldness then she had given her credit for. The kind of boldness that could ruin her plans and everything all around. The simple idea of imagining Harry with another woman made her shiver, the feeling turned to repulsion especially if "the other" woman was the fool Ginevra. No. She couldn't allow it. Pansy took a deep breath before pulling a pair of pants out of her backpack and giving it to her with a nod.

Hermione felt powerful. At last she had managed to silence the mouth of the girl who had insulted her so many times in the corridors of the school. Now it was she who had the power, and it felt great. It all depended on how she behaved and whether she really did do her best to get Malfoy to see her as more than just dirty blood. Hermione took the pants with disdain and put them on, both girls watching her as she pulled them up. Myrtle had not opened her mouth since she had noticed the tension in the room.

Once she had them on, Pansy chirped, shaking her head and approaching her again.

"No, not like that." She said, taking the liberty of putting her hand in her pants to tuck the shirt inside. She continued around her until she was sure the outfit was as she wanted it to be. "So much better. Now put these on."

Hermione grabbed the black ankle boots that Parkinson was handing her and put them on, fastening the laces herself. They were platforms and they were a bit high for what she was used to but... well, she wasn't given many options here.

The Gryffindor walked past Pansy and almost passed through Myrtle to look at one of the mirrors in the bathroom. Her reflection left her with her mouth open. She would never have imagined that she could ever look so good. Those dark high-waisted pants hid her stomach perfectly and enhanced the curves of her hips. She could have sworn that it made her butt seem more round too. Merlin, this really was a very pleasant surprise.

Parkinson waited, giving Hermione a moment to really look herself over, waiting to see how she would react. When she was sure there were no signs of danger in her eyes, only a special glow that she had never seen before she walked up next to her. She looked at her carefully before moving a few strand of curly hair out of Hermione's face.

"You look great." She said.

Hermione looked at her through the mirror. "Thank you." Answered sincerely.

"You are ready to take action. The plan is to make a huge entry into the large dining room at lunchtime. You want to make sure that everyone notices you, ESPECIALLY Draco. We need you to leave him with his mouth open."

"I'm not sure if I can do that."

"Oh, of course you can." Pansy replied, rolling her eyes. "Don't you see how well these clothes fit you, how great you look? You need to feel fabulous because... well you really are, and if you don't think you're special, then why should Draco? The old Granger is dead, okay? I just killed her. Just concentrate on walking with firm, confident steps, and the rest comes naturally along."

"Alright. I'll try not to fall and make a fool of myself in front of everyone." Hermione commented as she looked down at her shoes with concern.

"Listen, I'm not going to apologize for my behaviour towards you, but I do want to ask you if we can start over. No hard feelings. No prejudice." Pansy said suddenly, causing Hermione to raise her head and look her straight in the eye. "We may not like it but we are together in this, we both want exactly the same thing, more or less. Let's put the past aside and put all our energy into helping the other. I promise that I will do it for you if you can do it for me." Hermione looked with surprise at the hand Pansy had just extended. "Deal?"

No, she was not dreaming. A ghost had just crossed her to contemplate that kind of truce between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor in the front row. And yes, Pansy Parkinson had just extended her hand to her in friendship.

They shook hands, the contact seeming cold but warm at the same time. Both girls determined and yet nervous.

"Deal."

"Great." Pansy was the first to withdraw her hand. Then she crossed her arms and looked at her intensely. "And make sure you keep that red-haired bitch away from my man."

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Cristy.