AN: This is for The Golden Snitch, Halloween Costume, Dress Up Challenge. The Prompt is: Playboy bunny/cat/mouse: Write about a character making a fool of themselves in front of their crush. (Bonus! Dialogue: "I'm a mouse, duh." 5 points). My School and House are- Hogwarts Slytherin.

RIP Hugh Hefner!

Warnings: some slight innuendo, and some language.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

Hermione Granger found herself getting ready for another Halloween party that Harry and Ginny took upon themselves to host every Halloween. And, being the Chosen One's best friend, she couldn't really decline without making herself out to be a bitch. And better yet, she procrastinated too long in buying her Halloween costume this year, so she had to choose between a Playboy Mouse, or a scandalous nurse.

Taking the high road of the two, she chose the Mouse. Finally pulling the very thin, and revealing leotard up and over her curves, and pulling her knee high grey fur boots on, she turned to fix her hair and make-up. Settling on a dark and sultry look, since she was never one to half-ass things, and drawing on a cute, pert little pink nose on the tip of hers, and added a few whiskers on her cheeks. For her hair, she settled on taming her wild curls into simple ringlets, and added her grey fur mouse ears.

Satisfied with her look, she apparated over to Harry's and Ginny's house, in Godric's Hollow. Relieved the party was already in full swing, she let herself in and headed straight to the refreshment's table. Unfortunately, before she got there, she didn't notice someone's bag laying in the middle of the floor, and tripped over it in her too high, heels.

Luckily, there was a chaise to catch her from ramming her face into the floor, but she had to take a moment to catch her bearing's. In her haste to recover, she forgot that her costume barely covered up backside asset's and that left it there dangling in the air.

"Do you need help there? Erm, sorry, what's your name?" Someone said huskily, beside her rear.

Hermione froze at that all too familiar voice, willing him to just ignore her and go away. She didn't need her childhood, and now work crush noticing her in this position. Alas, fate wasn't on her side when she watched his feet come around to a few inches from her face, and he crouched down to meet her gaze.

"Ah, my, my, Granger. You do realize you're supposed to sit that rear you have swinging in the air, on the seat of that chaise, don't you? Have you had a few too many already? Here let me help you up." Draco Malfoy rumbled at her.

Grabbing his hands, she slowly stood and expected to meet his teasing gaze. What she didn't expect to see was his pupils fully dilated and what looked like lust settled in there. Noticying his costume for the first time, he was dressed as her male counterpart. Hugh Hefner. He was wearing the old man's traditional black silk pajamas, and with a dark, red velvet robe, with black silk cuffs and lapels, overtop.

"Thank you. I was just heading to get a drink, my first actually, before some troglodyte left their bag in the middle of the floor." She replied snottily.

"What are you supposed to be anyway?" He asked.

"I'm a mouse, duh!" She smirked, "More specifically, I'm a Playboy Mouse."

Without waiting for a reply, she started to saunter over to the drink's table, feeling the need for a firewhiskey first. When she thought she was far enough away from Draco, she started to walk more briskly, only to end up wobbling on her ankles, spinning her arms around to catch her fall, she grabbed onto the person directly behind her.

"Please, Hermione, at least buy me dinner first!" Draco shouted, causing a few heads to turn their way, even over the loud music thrumming in their ears.

Embarrassed yet again, she released the front of Draco's pajamas and turned to face him. "I'm so sorry."

"No worries, dear." He said with a wink.

Grabbing a hold of his robe lapels, she leaned forward into him garnering some balance and confidence, and whispered in his ear, "So, do you want to go grab some dinner then?"