AN: Hello Lovelies! This little series is brought to you by the Madam Malkins Dress-Up Challenge! I'm in Slytherin house, in Hogwarts! For all of my readers that don't know what I'm talking about, you should go check out The Golden Snitch in the Forums, it's a lovely group that you apply to a school and house, and if you are accepted you take part in the amazing challenges they create! You really should go check them out! This little drabble series will be around 5-6 chapters long! Also, Italics are thoughts, just so you know! Takes place 6th year, no Voldemort. Snape is still Potions Master.

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I am going to KILL Draco Malfoy!

Hermione Granger was walking into the Potions classroom when she felt her skirt get shortened and her blouse get tighter. It was the fifth time Draco hit her with his spell to make her school uniform more revealing. She absolutely hated it! Even the teacher's seemed to side with Draco! None of them believed that it wasn't her doing! As if she walked around like a cheap tart!

I'm not some Frivolous slapper looking to hang around the broom closet's! Seriously, I'm the brightest witch of my age, as if I'd cheapen myself for a quick snog!

Hermione decided to head to Professor McGonagall after her next class, History of Magic, hoping at least she would be on her side. Maybe she could make some suggestions on the female uniform. Surely, this childish behavior would stop! Settling into Potions class, she waited until Professor Snape gave the go-ahead and started working on her potion.

When the bell rang, Hermione wasn't able to get very far before Draco cornered her exiting the Dungeons. Hoping she resisted the urge to turn him into a moldy toad stool, she spoke first.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

Leaning his arms against either side of her head, he brushed his nose against hers before he replied, "Walking around like that, sure gives me the urge to ask you out on a date, Granger."

She shivered at his longer annunciation of the R's in her name.

He's mad! He's been embarrassing me all day for a date! I'll give him a date! A dare with the whomping willow!

"Why would you want a date from me, Malfoy? Wouldn't your dear old father hear about it?" She bit back the laughter that threatened to project out of her mouth.

"I'll have you know, I can do what I want without my father hearing of it!" Draco sneered.

"You didn't answer my question."

"You want to know why? I'll tell you over lunch at the Three Broomsticks, this Saturday?" Asked Draco.

"Fine, I'll see you there. Don't waste my time, please." Hermione said reluctantly.

With the date scheduled, it only led for my questions for Hermione. Shaking her head, she went to the last class of the day, and waited anxiously for the class to end so she could find and have a chat with her Head of House. Unfortunately, for Hermione, she completely forgot how fast gossip spread around Hogwarts, and looked like she had a few questions to answer from her best friends' Harry and Ron.

Stopping both boys before they could start ranting about "Slimy Slytherins," Hermione told them everything about her uniform modification, to him cornering her about a date. She also added in that she was going to speak to Professor McGonagall at the end of the lesson. Harry seemed to accept that it was her choice who she dated, but he didn't like it one bit, so, he set in motion a plan for that day. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to fill Ron in, until they were both away from Hermione.

With Professor Binns still droning on when the bell rand, signaling the end of lessons, Hermione darted out of her chair to catch her Head of House before dinner. Walking purposely down the halls, she kept her head held high, and ignored where she was going.