Disclaimer: I own nothing cept for the plot which is a combination of Freaky Friday, 13 going on 30, and Family man :P... and some characters are my own, well not really considering i based them on real ppl i kno
btw we all kno this but i'll say it neway: J.K. owns the HP characters.

A/N: btw i'm gonna be starting most (if not all) chapters with some song lyrics just to bring about the atmosphere i'm going for. but the lyrics are really more of a reflection of Draco's feelings for tht particular chappie. besides, the songs i pick are awesome!

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane

I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape...escape...escape...

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane...it's not sane.

"No Rain" –Blind Melon

The Perfect Life

Chapter 1 – Chinese Restaurant

17-year old Draco Malfoy looked at his reflection and smiled, as he smoothed down his soft perfect hair flowing past his eyes. He was taking Pansy out to a new Chinese restaurant that just opened in Hogsmeade. It was run by Cho's second cousin, which should no doubt be interesting.

Draco's life was perfect. And it was only going to get better. He was the son of a powerful, very influential deatheater, the heir to millions, the most popular bachelor in Hogwarts, and not to mention his stunning good looks and charismatic charm. To top it all off, he was in his final year and made Head Boy. The only downside to that was Hermione made Head Girl with him but that didn't matter. It worked out in his favor seeing as now he could annoy her every minute of the day.

His father also preplanned the future for him of course. He would follow in his old man's footsteps and become just as powerful high Minister. All this Draco didn't mind. As long as there was the money to inherit and a different girl to sleep with every night, he could care less what his father wanted from him. As far as Draco was concerned, he's living the good life.

Him and Pansy arrived at the restaurant and sat down.

"This place looks odd," he commented, his eyes scanning the red-painted walls, paper lanterns, and black Chinese symbols strewn about.

Pansy stared at him seriously. "Drakie, Millicent told me the most awful thing yesterday."

He looked away uninterested. "What makes you think I care what that cow says?" he replied crudely.

She continued, as if he hadn't said anything. "She said she saw you snogging Lita the other night."

"So?"

"So, she must be lying coz I know you'd never cheat on me Drakie," she cooed to him, leaning closer to his face.

"Don't," he rudely remarked, distancing himself from her advancing lips. "You should be so lucky to be getting a second date with me Parkinson. And what did I tell you about calling me by that god-awful name."

She lowered her head apologetically as his restless eyes continued to search the room.

Then he saw them. Ron and Hermione were also there sitting several tables away. Draco's eyes shone mischievously.

Pansy noticed the look on his face. "What are you staring at?" She followed his gaze to the Gryffindor two as her pug face twisted into a smile.

"Let's have some fun," he whispered to her. Before long, he had gotten up and strolled over to their table before even waiting for her to stand up.

"What's this? Granger and Weasel out on a date together?" Ron and Hermione froze in their seat as they slowly lifted their eyes and met Draco's.

"Malfoy! What are you doing here?" Ron said, rising from his chair.

He smirked at him with amusement. "It's a restaurant. Take a guess."

Ron's face grew red, from anger or embarrassment, it wasn't all too clear. "Shove off, Ferret," he drawled through gritted teeth.

"Now, now Weaselbee. That's no way to talk to your superiors."

Hermione stood up, calmly closing her hand around Ron's clenched fist. "Ron, please. Sit down," she pleaded to him.

"Listen to the Mudblood," Draco said mockingly with Pansy giggling at his side.

Hermione didn't say anything else but instead quietly sat back down, keeping her eyes down at the tablecloth.

"Leave her alone Malfoy. She didn't say anything to you," Ron retorted, his anger boiling up again.

"Ooh. Temper, temper." Draco approached him smugly, brushing invisible lint off Ron's shoulder. As Ron roughly swatted his hand away, Draco lifted a brow. "Oh. Not very friendly."

Suddenly his eyes snapped in Hermione's direction, slowly stepping forward and ran the back of his fingers down her soft cheek. She turned her head away as pink hues began to show through her pale skin.

Ron viciously grabbed his wrist. "Don't you EVER touch her again." The fire of a thousand suns burned in his eyes, dangerously cutting through the blonde Slytherin.

This new aggravation in the redhead only made Draco smile to himself. He loved seeing the Weasel squirm. He pulled his wrist back.

"Who knew the Mudblood had such soft skin?" he said shooting at her a look of lust. She shifted uncomfortably under his stare.

Ron stepped towards him and gnarled, his facial features twisted in pure hate.

"Ron, don't," Hermione said again, afraid he might do something he would regret.

Draco turned on his heel, smirking. "Come on Pansy. I'm hungry." After they'd left and reached their own table, Ron sat back down.

"You should've let me hit him 'Mione," he spat coldly over his shoulder in the direction Draco had left.

She looked up and over at the two slytherins' table. "You could've gotten into trouble if you had. He is the Head Boy remember?"

"I don't care! He deserves it after the way he was looking at you. How dare he even lay a paw on your cheek!"

Ron kept rambling on but Hermione barely heard a word as she continued staring at the not-so-charming blonde Prince. He may be a spiteful little cockroach but did he ever have the smoothest touch. She could swear she felt chills run up her spine when he touched her.

'Wait a minute. What am I saying?'

"…he's a snake in the shrubbery. That's all he is…" Ron went on.

'I'm on a date with Ron for Merlin's sake. Malfoy's just an immature little git who just happens to be living in the same Head's dorm with me.' After that disturbing side-thought in her head Hermione refused to look up towards Draco's table again, instead focusing on her meal.

The rest of the evening was pretty much uneventful. That is, until the fortune cookies came. A Chinese guy by the name of Po Wah came over to hand them their check.

"Hallo, how are you?" he said cheerfully in his very heavy accented English. "Happy Chinese New Year! Fortune cookie?" He offered them two bent-shell shaped cookies on a small black tray.

"What the bloody hell is a 'fortune cookie'?" Draco asked snatching up the small dessert in his hand and examining it.

"Ah. A old Chinese tradition. Cookie lead you to great fortune. A wise man follow." Po Wah nodded fervently, his small squinting eyes in a smile.

Draco only lifted a brow and shook his head. "Fortune? I don't any bloody fortune. I'm rich," he scoffed. But for pure amusement, he decided to open the cookie anyway and unfolded the little scrap of paper inside.

The perfect life is waiting right in front of you.

As he read the small blurb scrawled on the paper, Pansy, who was sitting directly in front of him, beamed and batted her eyelashes at him adoringly. It didn't take him long to notice this as he only glared at her with disgust.

"Would you stop it Parkinson. I'm trying to eat here." He roughly shoved her face out of his view and instead revealed Hermione's figure in his sights. He continued staring at her from across the room like there was an unexplainable force telling him to do so.

"Ahh maybe perfect life already in your eyes," Po Wah said suddenly, causing Draco to snap back to his senses. "Is said in legend Chinese new year bring fortune to life."

Pansy, thinking the waiter must be talking about her, ran her cold fingers along Draco's arm. Fiercely, he pulled it back.

"I'm sure he wasn't talking about you," he commented coldly. Then, for reasons he couldn't understand, Draco began to feel aggravated. "This place is boring the hell out of me," he said, standing up. "Pansy, pay the bill and let's go." Before he turned around to head for the exit, he stole one last glance at Granger and was surprised to see her looking back. He quickly averted his eyes away, suddenly feeling nervous.

'What in Merlin's name was that about? She's only a filthy mudblood.'

Once Draco and Pansy had gotten back to the dungeons, it was pretty late.

"The chinese and their bloody fortunes," he was saying, "it's all rubbish." He walked back with her to the Slytherin common room. As he turned to leave, Pansy grabbed hold of his arm. He shot her a look of annoyance. "What do you want now?"

She shrugged innocently. "Why not stay for the night?" He sighed in displeasure. He had to admit, the only reason he was putting up with her at all was for the sole purpose of shagging her. But even at most times, she really got on his nerves especially when trying to seduce him.

"Yea, fine," Draco finally answered, following her into the Slytherin common room.

The next morning…

He woke up to the sweet smell of fresh strawberries.

'Mmm,' he thought to himself as he breathed in that heavenly scent he could almost taste it on his tongue. Draco began to stir in his bed, stretching out his arms and legs until he realized a body so closely snuggled against his.

'Ugh! I almost forgot I'm still with pug-faced Parkinson.'

He tried to brush away her hair tickling his face when a thought dawned upon him.

'Hang on. Pansy has never smelled remotely that pleasant.'

His eyes flew open and were now staring down a head covered in brown curls spilled before a white pillow. 'That's definitely not Pansy.' He felt her leg lazily stretched across his thigh and his arm coiled around her waist.

'Did I…get drunk last night and picked up some other girl?' He pondered this reasoning for a moment. That reasoning was certainly a possibility.

Draco shrugged. Whoever this was, he'd be rid of her before class even began. He uncoiled his arm and brushed aside the curls on her cheek. 'Hm, such a familiar touch.' Maybe seeing her face could jog his memory. But in truth, he could care less who she was. Whoever it was, she had to be a lot prettier than Pansy and without doubt smelled yummier too.

As he gazed at her with curiosity, Draco got a queasy feeling in his stomach.

'She looks familiar…'

Suddenly he grew pale; realizing the woman lying beside him was Hermione Granger.