a/n: me own nothing. Me poor. You no sue me.

*[PREFACE: Hey everyone! Its me again, I've decided to write another fanfic due to the wonderful review I got for my last little story, 'Brown Eyes'. Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed! Muah! Anyway, the reason this took basically seven months to start is because I put a LOT of effort into this stories, it's not slapdash at all. 'Brown Eyes', in fact, took me a couple of months to plot out a storyline and character development. Yes, I take this seriously, and no, I'm not completely insane. So on with the story! In this fic, Harry Potter and Co. are in their seventh year, yes, their LAST YEAR!! The whole seventh year class is abuzz with preparations for their graduation ball. (American peeps: think prom) Everyone has changed at least slightly. Harry's hair is now shorter, and he manages to keep it under control by spiking it with gel. He also wears contacts now. Both he and Ron are on the Quidditch team (read: delish bodies). Ron's hair as turned a deep-russet color, no longer the flaming-red (thank goodness), and he's developed into quite the ladies' man. Ginny, ever the innocent, is the resident sixth-year Aphrodite, wrecking havoc with the hearts of all boys in Hogwarts. Hermione herself has developed quite a bit, she's now got legs stretching out a mile, her hair is chocolaty brown and sleek, and she's got a great complexion (dang lucky). Draco, Mr. Playboy himself, has a body to rival a Greek god's, and is notorious for sleeping with almost every girl on campus. If I had to sum up Hermione in this fanfic, it would be: sassy, bitchy, and fiery. Draco: suave, smooth, sexy. Happy reading! Oh, and please review!! It encourages me!]*

It was a rather hot day in May when the Gryffindors and Slytherins sat side- by-side in Potions. Professor Snape was in a particularly nasty mood as he lectured about poison prevention potions. The third lecture on that subject in the past week. Hermione started to doodle on her parchment. Harry and Ron had begun a fun little game of tic-tac-toe and Draco was rubbing Pansy's thigh as Pansy tried to look like she was concentrating hard, which was sign enough that something wasn't right with her.

"Miss Granger!"

A cute little bird had been etched onto her notes when Hermione's head shot up and her quill fell from her hand immediately. "Y-yes, sir?"

"What exactly do you plan to do when you graduate?" Snape asked witheringly.

"I.hope to join to the Light Side in the effort against Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters,' she finished in a strong voice.

"Thank heavens your life ambition isn't to become an artist, I'm afraid you'd give new meaning to the term 'starving artiste.'" The Slytherin side of the class snickered as the Gryffindors scowled at Snape discreetly.

Hermione just sighed in relief that she didn't have detention again. Just when she thought the coast was clear and she bent over her notes again, Snape's voice sounded. "Oh, and Miss Granger? Nine o'clock in my office, my windows have been getting rather grimy."

"Who has windows in a dungeon?" Hermione muttered under her breath.

"As well as my cauldrons."

Hermione groaned.

The class couldn't have ended a minute too early. Hermione picked up her things and stuffed them into her bookbag.

"Tough luck Hermione, you've gotta be unnoticeable, like Harry and me!" Ron lightly punched her in the arm.

"Yeah, I should take a lesson from you guys, huh?" said Hermione with a weak smile.

Harry laughed. "For once."

Harry and Ron walked out of the door chatting loudly about the next Quidditch game and just as Hermione was about to walk through as well when a figure stopped her at the doorway.

"Whatever are you going to do, 'Miss Granger'? Head girl, a month from graduation, and you're still getting detention!" Draco Malfoy smirked down at her.

Hermione tried to push her way through but he was too strong. She stepped back and sighed loudly. "I really don't know, Mr. Malfoy. It seems I'll have to barely graduate out of this place and then enter a life of prostitution as my only means of surviving in the real world," she said sarcastically.

Draco slowly scanned her body very obviously. Hermione shifted her weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with this scrutiny.

"I'm sure you'd do very well with that chosen career, Granger," he said softly. He grinned cheekily at her.

"Perv," Hermione hissed as she shoved him aside and stomped out.

In the Great Hall, dinner was uneventful as usual. Hermione sat next to Ginny, who was constantly glancing at blushing at someone from the Ravenclaw table. Hermione stirred her clam chowder soup listlessly as she stared at the open page in her textbook.

The words weren't processing in her brain anyway, so she asked, "So, Gin, who's the flavor of the week?"

Ginny blushed even more if possible and lightly smacked Hermione's arm. Hermione looked up and made a face. "What?" she asked.

Ginny nodded her head frantically in Ron's direction, but Ron was too busy talking to the Quidditch team about some new strategy he had come up with in Charms.

Hermione dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "He's busy."

After making sure he was, Ginny leaned in confidentially. "Jason Manfield. Outer bench, twelfth from the left; he's the one grinning this way," she added with a giggle.

Hermione nodded slowly as her eyes scanned the table. Her eyes found her target, and she glanced over at Ginny, who had begun to actually eat her food. She wasn't looking anyway, so Hermione looked back at Jason and gave him a little wink. He looked stunned for a moment and then thinking he was some hot stuff, he gave her a nod along with a lopsided smile. 'Idiot,' thought Hermione. Her eyes shifted a table further, to the Slytherin table. Why she was looking there, she didn't even know. Her eyes settled on a silvery-blonde sitting near the middle of the table. Pansy was whispering something in his ear, but his eyes were locked with Hermione's. His mouth shaped in a cocky little smirk. Hermione rolled her eyes and buried her face back in her book. Nine arrived all too soon. Hermione found an old and rather tight tee shirt, some well-worn in and snug-fitting jeans, and a pair of sneakers. She donned the outfit and set out, after telling Harry and Ron not to wait up.

The hallways were already pretty dark and almost completely deserted except for the obvious bumps coming from broom closets. Hermione tossed her hair over shoulder and whipped it into a smart little ponytail as she walked.

She finally rounded the hallway corner that led to the staircase of Snape's dungeon. However, she stopped abruptly in her tracks when she realized that she was being followed. Turning around slowly, she saw the person she last wanted to see. Draco Malfoy. Looking different.what was it? It was probably his attire; he wasn't wearing the usual uniform either, he had changed into a white tank top which showcased his muscles, and a pair of bleached jeans with sneakers.

"Hello, Malfoy. Any particular reason you're following me?" she said with a sweet smile.

"Don't flatter yourself," he said, "I have detention with you tonight."

Hermione couldn't suppress the little laugh that had built up. "Really. What's your crime?"

Malfoy ran his hand through his silky looking hair and sighed, "Well, evidently McGonagall was passing when she overheard our little conversation earlier in Snape's room. I'm accused of 'making inappropriate comments to my peer.' Although I must say I'd rather serve for that than doodling any day." He pinched her butt lightly as he swept past her and into the dungeon.

Hermione seethed. How dare he! Her.derriere was private property! She counted to ten and walked into the dungeon as well.

"You're late, Miss Granger," Snape said without looking up from his desk. He signed a paper and laid it aside onto a neat pile. Malfoy had settled comfortably into an armchair nearby. A brandy and his hand and Hermione would've felt right at home in a French maid's outfit dusting the bookcases.

"I-" Hermione faltered. "I arrived just as Malfoy arrived! Isn't he late as well??"

"Check the clock. Nine seconds. You were never punctual, I suppose I can't reform you in your last days here at Hogwarts."

'Nine seconds. That's why I'm late?' Hermione cleared her throat and tried to push all negative thoughts out of her head. "I'll try better next time, professor. I must've been too slow in walking here."

Snape stood up from his desk and with a flick of his wand, two pails of water and two sponges appeared in front of the two students. "As much as I'd love to listen to your petty excuses, I'm going to have to pass. I want every window and every cauldron to sparkle. See you tomorrow in class." And with that, Snape whisked out his office.

Hermione walked dejectedly towards the pails and grabbed one along with an already soggy sponge. Schlumping over to a nearby window, she dipped the sponge back into the foamy water and began to scrub.

From behind her, she heard Draco get up from his seat and walk slowly towards his pail. Judging from her senses, Hermione could pretty much tell he was walking towards the window next to her. The pail clattered slightly as he set it down next to hers.

Draco let out a long sigh and surveyed Hermione. "Granger. Just a question."

Hermione continued to scrub. "What?" she asked in a flat tone.

"Why were we never friends?"

Blowing a few stray wisps of brown hair out of her face, Hermione bit back laughter. Was this some kind of lame ploy to seduce her? "Because you're a jackass," she replied shortly.

"Nah," he said as he began to slowly rub the sponge against the grimy windowpane, "This is the entire problem. We've never really gotten to know each other."

Hermione bent down and rinsed her sponge out. "Oh yeah?" She looked up as she wrung the sponge to remove excess water. "Gotten to know each other.for once you're right. You have no idea what I'm like," she got up again and began to scrub, "I have no idea what you're like, and of course, I'm speaking in the purely innocent sense."

"Gracious, since when did perfect little Granger turn into Miss Bitch?" Draco said smoothly.

"I'm a bitch?" Hermione stopped scrubbing, ready to slap him if he uttered another offensive comment.

Draco pursed his lips as if in concentration and stopped scrubbing as well. He turned to face her. "Look, all these seven years we've been mortal enemies. Maybe it was only because of a few misunderstandings." Hermione still didn't look appeased. He tried again. "How bout we.start over."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Start over.what do you mean?"

Draco took a step forward and extended his hand. "Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you. The name's Draco Malfoy, and yours?"

"Hermione Granger, charmed," she replied, catching whiff of his idea.

"What a pretty name, Hermione."

At that, she snorted. Picking her sponge back up, Hermione cracked him a wry look. "No need to go that far, Mister Etiquette."

"I'm serious, it's a very pretty name. Where's it from?" he asked, leaning against the brick wall, his sponge completely neglected.

"Shakespeare," she muttered.

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Muggle playwright, quite famous, wasn't he?"

Hermione looked at him curiously. "Yes. Very famous. How did you-"

He smirked. "How about your family? What're they like?"

Her scrubbing got slower and more rhythmic, a smile formed upon her lips. Hermione said slowly, "Well.my parents are both orthodontists, they fix crooked teeth, basically. They're wonderful, I suppose I'm spoiled, being an only child, and my parents are both only children as well, so I don't have any aunts or uncles.I have a cat though, Crookshanks.how about you?"

"My parents are rather well-known, I'm sure you already know what they're like, I have two aunts from my mother's side, which means I've got a few bratty cousins as well. They attend Durmstrang, except for Isabella, my only girl cousin. She attends Beauxbatons. Quite popular there I hear. Anyway, I don't have any pets and I still don't. I'm not much of an animal person."

Hermione smiled. 'What was this all about?' Her mind whirled at possible explanations for Draco's strange behavior. She got up and moved towards the cauldrons, having finished her side of the windows.

"Well," said Draco, "what was the first good thing you noticed about me?"

Hermione bit her lip. 'What DID she notice first?' She scanned her brain for a safe answer. Sensing that Hermione wouldn't tell the truth, Draco said quickly, "And no lying. We're friends now, we should be.completely honest."

"Ok," said Hermione, "the first thing I noticed about you was that.hmm.you've got nice lips." Hermione mentally slapped herself. 'What were you thinking?? Nice lips??'

Draco nodded. Nervously, Hermione asked, "H-how about you? What did you notice first about me?"

He looked her straight in the eye and in all earnest, he answered, "You've got a great rack."

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