Heres the story- I wrote this by hand haha! Fun times! I read all of your advice. Thanks for the imput. I was surprised to find that a lot of people wanted herm to be Britney Spears I decided to make her be something more evil, yet sexy at the same time.. Like Draco for example..*drools*

Hermione ran after him, wishing immediately that she could take back what she had said, although she never felt Draco would interprate her outburst in the way he did. Running down the steps to the dungeons, she could hear her own heart beating as if it would pop out of her chest at any moment. She had lost site of him, and, fearing that he had already gone into the common room, she sighed loudly.

"Draco!" Her voice echoed in the cold dungeons.

"Draco!!! Come back! You aren't ugly! You really aren't! I don't know what I was thinking!" She yelled, the only response was her own voice bouncing off the dungeon stones.

"Draco, I'm sorry.." Her voice trailed off into the distance. She turned around slowly, accepting the fact that Draco was gone. Heading back upstairs, she was slowed down however, by Draco jumping out from behind a wall.

"Boo!" He whispered. Hermione let out a girlish squeek.

"Haha! Gotcha there!" He smirked in his most abnoxious manner, managing to flash all his pearly white teeth in her direction.

"Draco! You have good dental hygiene!" She cried out in surprise. Who knew Draco brushed his teeth!

"Why thank you, but seeing as you have already felt them with your tongue, you should know that already." He snickered.

If looks could kill, Draco would surely be dead by now.

"I take it back!! No need to get all feisty on me." He held his hands up as if protecting himself from her anger.

They stood in silence for a while.

"So, what are you planning on being for Halloween?" He mumbled at last. "Oh! That reminds me! Are you EVER planning on giving me your clothes or do I have to rip them off your body right now?" He winked, causing Hermione to turn a brilliant shade of magenta. Not knowing how to respond to this certain remark, Hermione chose to ignore it.

"Alright, alright. You convinced me. What clothes do you want?"

"Well I particularly like that leather mini-skirt you wear, and that black halter. Oh, and I'll be needing your bra."

"My.Ok look I'm sorry about the whole "I think you're wearing a bra" thing- "

"I'm perfectly serious! How else am I supposed to have boobs?"

"You're not!!"

"Well, my dear, I have to if I'm planning to resemble you. Let's see. what size-"

"ALRIGHT! Enough of these sexual refrences. It's abvious that you are very seriously sexually frustrated. No need to make it official."

"Sexually frustrated? Are you confusing me for yourself? For your information sweetheart, I could get half of Hogwarts in bed with me right now-"

"And the other half-"

"Would consist of males and lesbians."

"Stop being a selfish conceited brat Malfoy."

"Oh It's Malfoy now huh?"

"Whatever." She spun on her heal, making sure her hair hit Draco's face. She stood there, arms crossed in front of her chest, waiting for him to say something.

"Back to my question on what you will be for Halloween." Draco said, trying not to sound too worried about the fact that she wasn't talking to him.

"Well, what do you think I should be?" She turned around slowly.

"Truthfully, I think you should be a prostitute." He snorted, wondering what her reaction would be.

"Ok Draco, remind me never ever to ask you your opinion ever again."

Draco laughed. He loved it when she got all mad. Her cheeks turned red, it was a sign that she was really furious, really passionate about something.

"I was kidding Hermione, although you would look-"

"Draco Malfoy If you know what is good for you, don't finish that sentence." She raised her voice just a tiny bit, but still managed to sound threatening.

"-Nice." Draco finished gleefully, waiting for her to get mad again. Instead, surprisingly enough, Hermione just look up into his eyes, trying to tell him without words, that he should stop. In no time at all, Hermione found herself lost in those two silver pools of. well kindness. Draco's eyes were not evil, mean, gleaming with anger or pride. They were kind. Note to self: Draco might actually have a heart.

"Well, your clothes will be waiting for you tomorrow. I have to-to go to my next class." Hermione left before any more thoughts about him crossed her mind.








Out going

Sexy (what are you saying Hermione?!?!)

Sex God (I should be executed)

We are totally opposites! Hermione thought in frustration as she stared at the list she was making. Ever since she left the dungeons, Draco was on her mind. He was like a ghost, haunting her whenever she was alone.

With one week until the Halloween Dance, Hermione needing

1) costume

2) Date 3) Dance Lessons

Well seeing as I don't have any of the above...Maybe I just shouldn't go at all to the dance. Just give Malfoy his clothes and not go.. It seemed reasonable.

With her mind made up, she fell flat on her bed and doze off to dreamless sleep.

"Malfoy, here are the clothes you wanted." Hermione shoved the bag into his arms without looking into his eyes. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

"Hermione what's wrong?" Draco asked, sensing some sort of trouble around Hermione.

"N-nothing at all. Look have fun at the dance, just try not to get my clothes dirty." Hermione turned around quickly, hoping to get away from him.

"Wait! Hermione! Wait!" Draco called after her.

"What do you want?"

"Well, just to know what you are dressing up as."

"Draco, I'm not going."

"What?! Not going? Well how the hell do you expect me to show up without a date?" Draco asked, bewildered.

"Well I don't see how that effects me-"

"Well I thought we were going together."

"Together? Draco that would be impossible, for reasons that will come to me." Hermione stuttered as she thought of reasons that wouldn't show how much she really did want to go with him.

"Hermione it's a done deal. You give me your clothes, I accompany you to the dance. Oh and, I thought of the perfect costume idea for you."

"I object!" Hermione stomped her foot into the ground, immediately wondering why she had said this.

"Tough. Dress up as me. I'll bring you my clothes tomorrow." Draco stated firmly, making it the end of the conversation.

"As you?"

"End of conversation Herm." He cut her off before she got a chance to object.

"Did you just call me Herm?" She wondered out loud, not really mad at all.

"You heard what I said." The bell rang loudly. Hermione ran off to her class, mind full of problems.