I sat in my car. Yes I have a driving licence. One summer holiday I got this squib who was deadly scared of me to teach me.

I phone Granger. Don't ask me how I got her number. "Hello Granger." I drawled. "Malfoy?" Granger asked confused. "Yes well done. Have a medal. Actually just meet me at the front of the school." I ordered. "Oh and bring Weasley number 9. It is 9 isn't it? Whatever. Just bring her." I added. "Fine." Granger snapped.

"Get in losers we're going shopping!" I called to Granger and Weasley 9. That got in. "Why are you taking us shopping?" Asked Granger. "Well Nott bet I couldn't make you 2 hawt so I am defending my reputation." I said bored. "But I'm half regretting it. I have a lot to work with. Frizzy hair, crooked teeth, unbrushed hair sticking to your faces, unshaven armpits, awful nails and the list goes on." I said looking at them in my mirror.

I booked them both a hairdresser's appointment, waxing, manicure, pedicure, massage and shopping. "Try this on." I said handing Weasley a short blue dress. "I think this will bring out your features." I said passing Granger a slim fitting red dress.

At the end of the day I was satisfied. "Your date with Potter is in a few minutes you better get going Weaslette." I ordered sneering slightly.