A/N: I know, it's taken me a while to get this chapter out, but I never realized the chapters were so long in the manga! (About 35 pages per chapter, and I can write it out in about 27 pages, then type it…yeah, lots of work.) And, I'm trying to pay attention to my other stories at the same time,sigh. I suppose I'm working myself too hard, because I've also got two reports due as soon as I get back to school, but I'm in the creative writing mode, so I'm trying to get some of that out so I can write my reports. Argh…I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I'll just let you go on and read—and review-my fic. (Oh, thanks for all the previous reviews, they're very encouraging!)

Chapter 2-

Hermione walked into the Great Hall for breakfast that morning. At the Gryffindor table a crowd of people (mainly girls) were gathered around a rather indifferent Ron Weasley.

Alicia Spinnet and Mandy Brocklehurst hurried up to Hermione excitedly when they noticed that she had entered. "Hey, Hermione. Did you hear? About the transfer student?" Hermione nodded in reply. "He's the cover model for the wizards' magazine, 'Revolver', Ron Weasley!"

Mandy held up a magazine that Hermione vaguely recognized. It had a photograph of Ron on the cover; he was smiling and winking at them. Oh, it really is him. My brother, Oliver, gets this magazine. Mandy then spoke, "Yeah, I think I've seen him in Wizard's Wear, too! We sure lucked out that he came to Hogwarts!" She gazed over at Ron as her cheeks turn a bright crimson.

"Oh my god," Alicia spoke up while also staring over at him, "he's even better looking in person! Too bad, he already seems to be property of Cho's group." Mandy and Alicia sighed simultaneously.

Ron looked up the moment after and noticed Hermione; he smiled and waved, causing Mandy to squeal beside her. "Oh, he's waving at us!" Ron stood, still smiling at them, and completely brushed Cho's group aside as he made his way over. "He's coming over here!"

Ron stopped in front of them and grinned broadly, "Hermione, we're in the same House!" Hermione stood speechless; frightened of the looks she was receiving from Cho and her friends. "This is great," he continued, "I was hoping to be in Gryffindor again because you and Harry are in it!"

The surrounding groups, listening of course, looked around quizzically, "Harry? Who is Harry?" They then noticed Harry sitting sheepishly at the Gryffindor table, "Oh, I think he means Potter. You know Scar head."

They all threw snide looks at Harry before turning back to the center of everyone's attention, Ron, whom they admired from afar while they ate at the Ravenclaw table.

Hermione noticed that Cho's group was still staring daggers at her and she immediately became quite flustered, "uh…We knew each other when we were younger. We're just old friends." She then glanced at Ron a bit shakily, hoping he wouldn't make a big deal out of knowing her fro so long, "Isn't that right, Ron? That's all it is, we're just old friends?"

Ron nodded somewhat disappointedly, but Hermione didn't catch it, as she was still trying to appease Cho's group of glaring girls, "Um…we knew each other in first and second year, but Ron moved away before third year."

"Oh!" Mandy piped in, unable to contain her excitement any longer, "Where did you move, Ron?"

He chuckled slightly at her jadedness before replying, "I moved to France originally, but I practically lived in the States because of my job."

Next Day-

Hermione and Ginny walked into the common room to excited chatter between many of the other girls. They overheard bits of the conversation as they dropped off their rubbish bags and moved towards the Portrait Hole, "Yeah, I heard it's just Ron and his dad that moved back."

"I heard they're renting an apartment in London, or maybe it was Diagon Alley…"a third year piped in.

"Well, I heard his parents got divorced and his dad got transferred," a fourth year added.

"Yeah, the transfer was the initial reason they moved, but then Ron got a job as a model so e traveled all over," a seventh year added matter-o-factly as Ginny and Hermione reached the Portrait Hole.

"Merlin, Mione, you already met Ron, didn't you? So lucky!" The girls descended to the sixth floor.

A stern voice called out o them from behind, "Good morning, young ladies."

The two turned around awkwardly, "Good morning, Professor McGonagall."

McGonagall nodded curtly then eyes Ginny firmly, "A word please, Miss Weasley." She didn't wait for a reply before continuing her oncoming lecture, "The other day, by the lake, between classes and dinner, no less, you were observed loitering for several hours alone with a male student."

Ginny cringed and McGonagall watched her haughtily for a moment before persisting, "You are only a fifth year. We cannot have this kind of misconduct by members of my house. I mean, what will people think? Really…one has to wonder what kind of guidance you receive at home, if any."

Ginny nodded obediently before McGonagall was distracted by a group of loud second years nearby. Hermione grabbed Ginny's arm and they continued down the corridor before the Professor said anything more.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Ginny sent a nasty look in McGonagall's direction, "My god, she is such a pain in the arse!"

"Well, just watch out, okay? Because if she's making such a fuss about this…" Hermione dropped her voice to a whisper before continuing, "Just think of what she'd say if she found out you're pregnant."

Ginny eyed Hermione deviously and answered obliviously, "Well, why would she? Nobody knows except for you and me right? It's our little secret ' she didn't notice the look of horror that crossed Hermione's face because she continues happily, "Plus, it was a false alarm. Gosh, when I got my period while you were in Hogsmeade…" she let out a breath of air, "I was so relieved!"

As they began the descent of the Marble Staircase, Hermione thought over the events of the previous week. Draco's voice enveloped her brain in right just like that day, "I'll keep quiet if you become my slave." She sighed in exasperation as Ginny whistled happily, oblivious to her friend's inner distress, that's right, I have to set him straight—before Ginny finds out he knows. Ugh…his slave. Right. The way he just felt me up like that. She shuddered involuntarily. Merlin, if Ron hadn't show u then…Ron's voice floated easily and soothingly through her thoughts at that point, "I'm back, Hermione." Her cheeks turned a slight pink as she felt a strange heat rise in her chest, followed by an abnormal 'thump' of her heart.

"Hey! It's Draco!...and Harry….ugh." Ginny's voice brought Hermione back from her reverie with a jolt. The terror she felt rising caused her to remain immobile, she couldn't look up, but Ginny failed to notice. "Gosh, Draco, how are you? How come you're coming from that direction? I thought the Slytherin quarters were in the dungeons." Draco just smiled politely and let Harry answer for him. -0-1

"Draco's dorm mates hindered his studying too much, so Dumbledore made him a new dormitory that's connected to the Slytherin/Gryffindor prefects' common room that's on the eighth floor. So, he'll be coming this way to breakfast from now on."

Ginny glared at Harry and raised her fist angrily, "Who asked you?" She punched his shoulder, causing him to flinch in fright, "I was talking to Draco!" She chased him away, smacking and shouting at him. ("What's your problem anyway, you scar headed git?" which, of course, was answered by Harry's terrified apologies.)

Ah! Don't leave me alone wi—

"Slave." Draco sneered from behind Hermione, interrupting her thoughts. "Don't forget it."

Hermione whimpered slightly, but looked up as he began to stalk off, "Hey! Wait, Draco! I need to tell you something…" but he ignored her.

'Harry!" Draco called; Harry hurried to catch up to his friend and Ginny stepped up beside Hermione, watching Draco wistfully.

"Draco is so fine!" She sighed admiringly, "He's tall, plus he's so smart, and he's a prefect. It would be so cool to have a boyfriend who's a prefect. Although, I must admit, he does look a little dorky now that he doesn't slick back his hair anymore. It makes him look too serious and nice-guy-ish, but…"

Hermione gawked at Ginny, Nice guy?! HIM?!

"But, oh, who cares? I'm going after him!"

Hermione staggered back and her jaw dropped, Are you serious? She finally regained her voice, "W-what are you talking about?! You already have a boyfriend! Lots of them!"

"Oh…Terry's nothing serious. I'll dump him. Okay…so I'm still a fifth year…" she smiled mischievously, "but who says older girls are better?" She didn't wait for a reply from Hermione; she walked towards the Great Hall confidently and he eyes lit up. She then called to Hermione without looking back, "I'm going for it! Wish me luck, 'Mione!"

Hermione watched the doors close to the Great Hall behind her friend and crumpled inward. Her shoulders sagged and her knees bent slightly to show her inner distress, Poor Ginny, I have to set Draco straight…No! He doesn't deserve her. That bloody git!

Meanwhile…Harry and Draco-

"Hey, Drake! I saw you say something to Hermione back there. Don't give her a hard time, okay? I mean, she's kind of scared of you as it is." He gazed back at Hermione before the doors closed behind them.

Draco glanced at Harry and smirked, "Poor Hermione. What's the deal? You got a crush on her?"

Harry stopped short and became flustered as his cheeks tinged pink, "As, as if! Me?! On Hermione?" He dropped his eyes to his shoes, "though actually, a lot of guys have secret crushes on her."

Draco stuffed his hands in his pockets, Forget about it, I bet she fools around. After all, those two are the pregnancy test Gryffindors. He shrugged and turned to Harry, "Actually, I don't know, it's like…there's something about her that makes me want to pick on her. She's so goofy and submissive. Even when we were younger, I'd get irritated just looking at her." He sneered at the thought.

Harry looked up, eyebrows furrowed, "Drake? Isn't that, like, you know, that thing about boys being mean to the girl they like?"

Draco cringed, disgusted, "I don't like stupid Mudbloods."

Harry dropped his eyes again, "Hermione isn't stupid…she's just really nice and caring…" He shook his head, "Man, I'm not even in the running. She's so pretty, so cute…"

"So what, you're cute too. Even though you're a Scarhead." -0-2

Back to Hermione-

Hermione walked into the Great Hall, preoccupied with her thoughts, Okay, I have to explain to him that Ginny's not pregnant, and I have to get her to give up on him. Umm…umm… "Morning, Granger," a snide voice called from her right. "You got a minute?"

Hermione looked up, surprised as Cho Chang's group of seventh year Ravenclaws closed in around her.

"So you knew him before, big deal! That gives you some kind of rights?" Cho spat.

"Yeah, really!" Agreed a girl Hermione didn't know.

"Who do you think you are, anyway? Nobody ever noticed you before!" Another unknown girl said with a malicious chuckle.

"Look, everyone likes Ron, okay?" Piped in a girl Hermione knew as Marietta, "so why don't you just lay off?"

Hermione didn't know how to react, What did I do? "Um…I didn't mean to—"

"Think you're all popular or something, just 'cause some people think you're pretty!" Cho shouted venomously.

"Uh, no…" she began sheepishly, looking at them apologetically, "nobody ever told me I was…"

"GET A CLUE!" Cho practically screamed in anger as Hermione cut in cautiously, "But I-I really am just an old friend."

"Uh, DUH!"

Cho furiously brandished a copy of the Witch Weekly magazine in Hermione's face, "Look!" Hermione looked at a large picture of Ron laughing with a very pretty girl and read the caption, Always together, on camera and off! "He's got a girlfriend," Cho continued crossly, "who's only a gorgeous model!"

"You don't even stand a chance, okay? Get that through your head and butt out!" They turned away amidst harsh laughter and the first bell rang throughout the Hall.

Hermione leaned against the wall sadly. Why me…? "Well, you guys don't stand a chance either…so there…" she whispered weakly as students filed out.

"That's exactly what you should have told them." A deep, soothing voice said from a nearby table.

Hermione looked up in horrified embarrassment. "Ron…"

"What's the deal Hermione?" he sighed. "Ever since I got back you're all 'just old friends'. What's with that? Totally bums me out…"

Hermione watched him apologetically as she began, "What was I supposed to do? I mean everyone was all…" then it dawned on her. "Hey! Wait, you were there just now! You could have helped me out!"

He grinned slightly, "I thought I had better lie low unless it really got out of hand, you know?" She continued to would glare at him in disbelief, "Look, if I'd stepped in and taken your side, they'd probably give you a harder time later."

"Oh…"

"If something happened to you when I wasn't around, I wouldn't be able to help you then, would I?"

"Ron…" she felt so happy that he had been thinking of her.

The second bell for class rang and Hermione jumped slightly. "Oh, shoot! The bell for class. We'd better get going…" She turned to head out the door but Ron grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Let's just sat here and skip class. No one will know. Nobody comes in here between meals."

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief, she had never skipped class intentionally, "Whaaat?"

Ron smiled and watched her imploringly, "Okay?" she sighed in reply and let him lead her to the seat beside him.

She smiled anxiously, "You're so bad. Only you're third day back and you're already skipping."

"Not bad so much as bloody exhausted, I worked really late last night."

"Worked?"

"You know a shoot. And that bloody Knight Bus is no help. It's got beds, but you can't sleep 'cause you're bloody lurching all over."

Hermione sighed miserably, "It's your entire fault…You being a model and getting noticed by everybody. That means I get noticed if we hang out." It's your entire fault, Ron. Showing up all of a sudden, so glamorous and all... "It means I get chewed out by the girls who are 'somebody', like today. I covered up about us living in the same neighborhood before school because I didn't want to ruin your image, you know?" She dropped her eyes and slumped in her seat.

"I wondered if we'd even have anything in common anymore, now that you're so glamorous and all. Stuff like that…has been bothering me…"

Ron studied her for a moment and tried to suppress his laughter as he patted her back, "Stuff like that?" He chuckles got the better of him and changed into full-fledged guffaws. "That is so lame! Give me a break; I'm not like, a movie star or anything!"

"It's not lame!" Hermione retaliated defensively.

Ron let his laughter die down before he continued, "Look, everyone's making a big fuss because I just got back and now I'm a model, something they've never met before. They'll get used to it. And anyhow, it's not as glamorous as you think." He studied her again, "Hey! Come to a shoot with me!"

"What?! I can't do that!"

"Why not? Come on, it'll be fun. I've got one this afternoon right outside Hogsmeade, come along! You free? Or are you in a club?"

"Um…I'm free, nothing but homework after classes."

"Oh! And you can come with me afterward! To shop for some new robes," he paused to laugh for a moment, "it seems I've grown a bit since second year." Hermione grinned sheepishly and bit her lip; she averted her eyes in doubt. "Oh! Come on!" He leaned close and flashed his 'model' smile. "Please?"

Hermione held up her hand and blushed, 'thump', 'thump', "Okay, okay, I'll go. No need to lean in so close."

"great," he smiled broadly and sat back in his seat, "so, I'll call you before I'm done. (-0-3) What's your cell phone number?"

Hermione cheeks turned pink again, "I'm sorry, I don't have a cell phone."

"What?! You've got to be kidding me!" 'Thump', 'thump', 'thump', what's the matter with me? Why am I so nervous? It's Ron! An old friend!

"So, I'll call the common room, they've still got House phones, right? Same number as before?"

Hermione nodded just as the bell rang to signify the end of the first class. "Uh-oh, I've got Arithmancy next. I've got to get to the eleventh floor." She bent to pick up her bags then turned to Ron. "You'd better get to class too, but don't come out right after me. Okay?"

"Okaaay…" Ron didn't move, but he watched Hermione, "Hey, you know what those girls told you? About me dating that model? It's not true, I'm not."

Hermione opened the door to the Entrance Hall and didn't look up, "Oh. Okay." The door shut behind her and she was quickly engulfed in the throng of students moving to their next classes. Why tell me? Why tell me that? Jeez, what am I expecting to happen? 'Thump', 'thump'. Relax, Hermione, calm down. 'Thump', 'thump', 'thump.' We're just old friends. Going shopping together, that's all!

Same day, after school-

Hermione looked from the piles of clothes surrounding her to the clothes still hanging in her wardrobe. Where's that skirt I bought in France? Oh, and that sweater from Sweden? She sighed heavily, "This is no good! Argh! This doesn't match…! Maybe I'll borrow something of Ginny's." She shook her head in frustration. What will I wear? A smile played on her lips absent-mindedly, What will I wear?

Hermione heard footsteps coming up the stairs, considering it was time for study hall and the whole school should be in the Great Hall, she assumed automatically that it was Ginny coming to look for her. "Ginny? Is that you?! Hey, can you some up here for a sec?" She stumbled out of the dormitory wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt with her initials in red calligraphy in one corner. She wore a denim skirt, which ended mid-thigh, with a belt slung over her shirt around her waist, with loose white socks and whit sneakers.

She started down the staircase to the common room. "Which do you think is better? Is this good enough?!"

"Um…it's me…" Hermione reached the bottom of the stairs, still not looking up. "Hey, tah-dah!" She smiled and twirled around to show herself off. She then looked up expectantly for 'Ginny's' reply.

"Omigod! Oliver! I thought you were Ginny!" Hermione's cheeks turned as dark as the scarlet banners hanging around the room.

Oliver averted his eyes and blushed slightly, "No biggie…"

"Okay…so hey! How do I look?" She said, still slightly flustered, but needing to know.

"Uh…" he turned away slightly, "cute…really cute…"

"For real? Looking at me as a guy, it's good?! (-0-4) Cool! I'll go with this then!" She ran happily back up the stairs to her dormitory, leaving Oliver a bit perplexed.

"Looking at you as a guy…? Isn't that…" A loud tapping brought him out of his confused daze. He looked over and saw large, black, perfectly groomed owl outside the window. He opened it to let the bird in. It dropped the envelope from it's beak on the floor at his feet callously then flew back out the window without hesitating.

Oliver bent and picked up the envelope and examined it. On the front, in black elegant writing, was Hermione's name. He turned it over to examine the back and there was…the Malfoy Crest!

Hermione came back down the stairs, now with a big, comfy, Gryffindor Quidditch letterman jacket on, still smiling happily. "Hey, Hermione, and owl came for you." Oliver informed her when he saw her.

"oh, really?" Hermione walked over, still smiling; I thought Ron was going to call the House phone. Oh well.

"Since when are you associated with the Malfoys?"

Hermione's face fell but she concealed her horror by taking the letter quickly and looking down at it. She turned her back on Oliver, who stood watching her as she read,

Slave-

My dorm. Now.

Password is 'Pimp Juice'. (-0-5)

Come now. Or else.

Her jaw dropped further and she gulped in horror as she folded the parchment and stuffed it in her pocket.

Oliver noticed her frigidness, "Hermione…? You okay? What is it? I thought you two hated each other. He's always calling you a Mudbl—"

Hermione turned quickly with an overly fake smile and said, a little too airily, "Um…I'm going out for a while! Could you do me a favor please? If Ron, Ron Weasley, calls the House phone, please tell him I'll be right back." She turned and walked to the Portrait Hole and Oliver followed.

"Hey…" his tone was worried.

She didn't turn to look at him as she left but said, "Relax, really, I'll be right back!" The portrait swung shut behind her quickly.

This is perfect. She turned down the corridor to her right. For Ginny's sake as well… She went up a hidden flight of stairs. I'll set him straight about the pregnancy thing. Another right at Edward the Ernest's tapestry. And then, slave no more! Her face lit up happily as she passed Hilda the Humble's statue. See if I ever do what he says again! She reached the portrait of Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin sitting together and smiling, "Unity!" She said brightly and stepped through the Portrait hole and into the Gryffindor and Slytherin prefects' common room.

She noticed a small flight of steps leading out of the room and assumed it was the path to Draco's new dorm. I'm going to tell him! She reached a dead end; a barren wall. This must be a trick wall, the entrance to his dorm. I guess I should try. Slightly losing her nerves, she shakily said, "Pimp juice."

The wall disappeared and she saw Draco Malfoy standing there expectantly. "Umm…I…" she tried. "Anyone see you on your way here?" He asked coldly, looking over her shoulder suspiciously.

"Huh? Oh…um…no." she was steadily loosing the nerves she had worked up on her way there.

"Humph. Then come in, quick."

"Well…a-actually, I—"

"INSIDE," he pulled her in roughly and the trick wall melded back into it's place behind her. "Come over here with me." She is speechless and motionless because she is overwhelmed; she bites her lip nervously. "Get moving! Come on!" Too overwhelmed, she stood on the verge of tears. "What are you standing there for? I said move it!" He stalked over to her and pulled her arm to start her feet then moved to the other end of the room ahead of her.

It's not fair. It isn't fair. She reluctantly moved her feet to follow him and chanced a glance around. Omigod! How many square meters is this? It's over twice the size of my dorm! And he lives in here alone?! He gets this whole giant room to himself?

"Take that off," Draco's icy voice invaded her gawking, catching her off-guard.

"Huh?" then realizing, "W-wait! There's something I have to tell you." She held her hands in front of herself defensively.

"Come on, just take it off, and then get on the bed."

Hermione jaw dropped and heat rose to her cheeks at the order, "N-no…I said w-wait!"

Completely ignoring her, Draco said, "Look, if you don't take it off, I will," Draco gripped the two sides of her jacket and started to force it off of her.

Meanwhile-

I the Gryffindor common, the House phone rang, startling Oliver, who picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Ron, Ron Weasley. Is Hermione around?"

"Oh...uhm…she's not here right now…"

"Really?" Ron's voice asked through the receiver, "That's funny. We had plans. Hey, hang on a second! Is that Oliver? How are you? This is Ron, remember me? It's been a long time!"

Oliver grinned sheepishly, "Uh, yeah…sure. Anyway, Hermione was here a moment ago, but…she got an owl from Malfoy and…she just took off…"

"Draco?" At the Wimbledon Modeling Agency, Ron's grip loosened on his cell phone in surprise.

Back to Hermione-

"So…so! Um, the pregnancy. False alarm!" She laughed nervously as she looked up at Draco, who had backed her against the wall. "She isn't pregnant. So…I-I'm not your slave anymore! Oh…" as always, she has more concern for other than for herself, "Don't think badly of Ginny. It's not her fault. I mean…she's really pretty, you know? And she's always been popular with boys. So…well, she gets into these…Uh, guys are always…what I mean is…" For once in her life, Hermione can't find the right words to explain something. (-0-6)

Draco pressed himself closer to Hermione, who tried to become one with the wall frantically, "When I saw you two this morning, she didn't seem to know that I knew."

"Uh…well, that's…I…"

"The point is that a fifth year shouldn't be using a pregnancy test in the first place That's the kind of things that will really get the professors on the warpath."

"No!" Desperately, she pleaded, "You can't tell any of them!"

"So you're still my slave."

Defeated, she let out a miserable sigh, "But…" He put his arms around her waist and lifted her up, "Hey! No! I-I…!"

He picked her up and slung her petite body over his shoulder easily, "Look, just hurry up! She'll be here any minute now!"

"What?! Who?" Draco carried her to the bed; Hermione was in a panic. I'm wearing a skirt! Omigod put me down! "Hey!"

Draco threw Hermione onto the bed and pinned her, despite her pleas for him to stop. He leaned in close, his lips inches from hers and, 'SMACK'! She slapped his face away in frenzy. "Leave me alone!"

"Ow…" he muttered and sat up. "Why isn't this working? This isn't the way it's supposed to go."

Huh? Hermione watched him out of the corner of her eye, lying inert, too afraid to move.

Draco pulled a book out from under his bed and opened it. He muttered the words aloud as he read, "'If the girl resists and says no, she actually means yes. Once you push her down onto the bed, the rest is easy. Just let it flow from there. She may even help you remove her clothes.' "

Hermione shifted and dared to sit up. "W-what is that?"

Still muttering, he answered her indifferently, not bothering to look at her, "Step-by-step manual. Relax, I've got the whole thing basically memorized," his eyes darted back and forth while he continued his search for who knows what, "Ah! 'But watch out! If your partner is experienced, she may enjoy teasing you by playing hard to get!'" He turned and looked at her suspiciously, "So that's what it is…"

Hermione stared at him, horrified, "I've never done it before!" Hang on…he's clueless…? As an afterthought she added, "And here I am…being forced by a guy I hate."

"Liar. You're the one who's using pregnancy test all the time."

Hermione flushed and averted her eyes, "I told you, that wasn't for me…" as Hermione talked, Draco heard footsteps nearing the door.

"Who cares, just go for it!" He cried frantically and pinned her down again.

"Wa-wait!" Draco quickly leaned toward her at an attempt to kiss her, but Hermione put her hands in front of herself defensively to push him away. "Stop! No!"

A voice muttered something on the other side of the trick wall, causing it to immediately dissolve, "Draco, I'm coming in," an extremely gorgeous and curvaceous girl was standing in the doorway.

Draco sat up and grinned in mock surprise, "Oh, sorry Pansy. My girlfriend's over, I guess we forgot the time."

Huh?! Hermione sat up and gawked at him in horrified confusion.

"Oh…" Pansy said in a snide voice. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly as she watched them.

Hermione turned to Draco and found her voice was a hoarse whisper, "No! I'm not…" She shook her head anxiously.

"Shut up!" Draco whispered back venomously.

Pansy turned to leave, "Well, hurry up and get ready. I'm coming back in a minute. McGonagall's here to supervise the tutoring, by the way." The two didn't move, still staring at each other, Hermione scared and Draco threatening. "Come on, let's go!" The wall melded back into place after they got a quick glimpse of her stomping back down the staircase furiously.

Draco let out a sigh of relief, "That worked out…pretty well…"

Huh? Hermione stared at the piece of wall, that's the door, in a bemused daze. I don't get it! What's going on?!

Footnotes-

-0-1: In this fic, Harry and Draco are good friends, although they are only seen talking by those who have known them since they were younger (Hermione, Oliver, Ginny, Ron, Katie, etc.)

-0-2: Draco can't stand it when his friends degrade or talk badly about themselves.

-0-3: They can use phones in the magical world in this fic because they are faster than owls (when people have one-on-one conversations from different places), although owls will still be used. Cell phones will just be used for convenience.

-0-4: Okay, Even I don't understand that line. It's in the manga, so for anyone who has read the manga and understands, please explain it to me.

-0-5: Well, I thought it was funny!

-0-6: Yeah, Hermione is going to find herself too overwhelmed to be able to explain things well quite often in this fic. Yeah…it's in her character.

Wow, that's the largest amount of footnotes I've had so far. Hope it's not too confusing with the numbers, but I think having 6 0's and 6 dashes would be a bit inconvenient for the both of us.

A/N: Okay, that's all for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review, it'll really help, and I'd greatly appreciate it. Oh, no flames please just comments, constructive criticism and suggestions. Thanks for reading!

I thought I'd get you anxious for the next chapter:

Who is that girl, Pansy? Why'd Draco say that Hermione is his girlfriend? Why did Ron bother to point out that he wasn't dating that model?

Answers to all this and more in the next chapter of Hot Gimmick: Harry Potter Style! I'll see you then!