Hermione POV

I was having a perfectly good day thank-you-very-much. I loved my job as Head of the Department of Magical Creatures. I was walking into my office with my morning cup of tea. "Good day, Miss Granger," said Kingsley. He was the new Minister of Magic, and according to the Wizarding community, he was the best one they'd ever had. I pushed my door open, and who should I find, but Draco Malfoy. The amazing bouncing ferret.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" I sneered. "I, my dear Granger, want revenge," he said menacingly. "Why?" I asked. "I want revenge because someone's boyfriend slept with my girlfriend," he said. "No offence, Malfoy, but how does that concern me?" I asked in a bored voice. Malfoy chuckled, and said, "Funny you should ask, Mudblood, because it just so happens that it was your boyfriend." I felt numb. I couldn't feel anything but a strong anger towards Ron. "How could he?" I said quietly, "I'll do it."

"What?"

"I assume you're here for help with the vengeance?"

"Yes, but-"

"I don't care what it is, Malfoy, I'll do it."

"You might change your mind once you here the plan."

"Doubt it. Lets hear this plan of yours, then."

"Alright. We start dating, - don't give me that look, Granger, you agreed - and we immediately make it public. Once Weaselbee and Astoria find out, they'll be furious. We can say something like 'just following your lead'. so then they're, hopefully, broken-hearted, and jealous. Then, a few months later, I break your heart, and I'm sure that Weaselbee will leave Astoria to comfort you, and I will comfort a broken-hearted Astoria. At the end of it all, we both have our lovers back," he said. It wasn't actually a bad plan. "I don't like it, but as I said, I agree. However, I have a few conditions. First, we refer to each other by our first names. Second, we only display affection in public, or where people can see us, and third, I will not make fun of your friends, and you will not make fun of mine," I said. "That seems reasonable. Although, given circumstances, we should make an exception for Astoria and Weaselbee, don't you think?" he said. I nodded. "I have a condition as well, though," he said, smirking, "yes?" I said. "you get a makeover," he said smugly. I scowled in defiance, "Why?" "Because the point, Hermione is to make them jealous," he smirked. "And why don't you have to get a makeover?" I asked superiorly. "I don't have to get a makeover, because I'm already outrageously sexy. You on the other hand, have bushy hair, bad complexion, and could be covering any type of body under those baggy clothes," he said, still smirking. "fine," I grumbled, "I'll get the damn makeover."

~oOo~

"Owwww!" I shrieked, as a lady with black hair, and rather large arms ripped the hair from a very sensitive area. "Oh, hush. Only once more," she said in a strong Irish accent. Much to my dismay, Malfoy, sorry, Draco, had insisted on coming along. He was standing behind a curtain while I got all my hair painfully ripped from my body. And the git was laughing! "I'd like to see you endure this, Draco," I yelled, as the last bit of body hair was torn from the follicles. He only laughed harder. "All right, dear. You're all finished!" the lady said. I got dressed quickly, and left the waxing room. "Well, now that I've been rid of all my body hair, where to next?" Draco was basically running the makeover, since I new nothing about beauty, or makeup, or anything like that. "Next, we tame that mane," he said, dragging me towards a hair salon. A middle-aged witch in royal blue robes, and far too much makeup sat at the desk. "Welcome to Magical Doos, how may I help you?" she said, sounding extremely bored. "I believe that Miss Hermione Granger has a hair appointment?" Draco said politely. "Oh yes. Please come with me M'am," she said ushering me towards a back room. "Marissa will take care of you today, I hope you enjoy your appointment," she said. Marissa was a young, pretty witch with jet black hair, and muggle clothes on. "Hello! you must be Hermione! I've heard so much about you!" she said in a sweet voice, "You're here for a complete makeover, yes? Alright, lets get started, then." She sat me down in a chair, and immediately went to work. Highlighting here, trimming there, adding products, I was amazed that her hands could move with such speed and grace. "So tell me about that man out there…" she said. "well…"

When Marissa was finished, my hair looked amazing. It fell down to the middle of my back in soft ringlets. Draco's eyes popped for a minute, but he soon regained his composure. He paid the witch at the desk, and generously tipped Marissa. "Next," he said dramatically, "Comes the clothes." I rolled my eyes, "Fine. Where to?" I said. Before I could stop him, he grabbed my arm, and apparated.