#it's been a while since I've really felt the urge to fiddle with this kinda stuff so it was a nice nudge

[viperwhispered]

random question upon ye 🎤if emi had to wear a dorm's uniform, which one would she pick? (aka what's her tierlist of the nrc dorm outfits)

So, when I got this, I was like... I could just answer this. Oooor I could throw Emi's head on various background student bodies to get some visuals of her wearing the dorm uniforms.

And of course I couldn't resist choosing the latter.

(I very much did not adjust the body types or anything else to match Emi so like... just keep that in mind. Also went with her year 2 hair because why not. Also also jumpscare warning for Savanaclaw, lol)

So, let's see here

1. Pomefiore

Fun swooshies, something exotic with the kimono look that she’s not used to, the cinched waist… yeah she’d have fun with this.

(though that sprite sure looks a lot like the gloves are incorporated into the sleeves and... I'm sure in actuality there's some layering going on but oof)

2. Scarabia

Biased, but also she does enjoy the black and red color scheme and the combo of loose bottoms with (relatively) fitted top. Plus the jewelry being part of the uniform is cool. (Even the snake one - I mean, at least it doesn't move or hiss at her, so she can manage. Might startle her from the corner of her eye more than once, tho.)

She might think twice about the belt tho, because why do you wear one over your hoodie when it’s holding nothing up? Plus it seems to be kinda low-slung and she wouldn’t be enthusiastic about having the position basically accentuate her stomach.

3. Heartslabyul

Kinda costume-y, but also Heartslabyul is where the friends are, so the outfit gets bonus sentimentality points. Plus it might be kinda nice to feel like she belongs a bit more during unbirthday parties or other occasions.

(And honestly, she looked a lot better in this than I anticipated. Girlie turns out to be made for Heartslabyul after all.)

4. Diasomnia

She’d kinda feel like she’s doing some kinda soldier larp, but also she’d kinda wanna see what it’d feel like strutting around in that getup.

5. Ignihyde

Kinda just clothes, but also kinda futuristic & potentially comfy to wear. She’d be curious to see how that puffer jacket feels to wear and what the material's like.

6. Octavinelle

Like Savanaclaw, it is just clothes, but at least she gets to find out what’d feel like to wear a suit.

Both Ignihyde and Octavinelle sure surprised me with actually kinda working for her visually (even if the red hair might've been better for these for the ends not to disappear into the clothes but ehhh I was not gonna get to fiddling with that rn). Like that hat sure can make one look dapper, huh?

7. Savanaclaw

She’s got nothing against it, but like… it’s just clothes? That she could just wear? Nothing particularly exciting about it. Like the shirt’s nice but in general it just doesn’t have much particular appeal.

Also literally all of the faceless npcs are tan and buff, so... It's either that or stealing Ruggies fit for this, lol.

Bonus: while I was at it I threw Emi's head on the ceremonial robes as well

Tagging the other Emi peeps: @scint1llat3 @moonyasnow @bibi-cha

If anyone else would like to be added to the tag list, just let me know!

[gallant-basilisk]

How would yanderes Deku, Iida and poly yanderes Erasermic Reader has a stuffie that kinda comes to life and both of them are best friends?

Happy New Year! 🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉

Might be a bit late or early (depending on time zone), but hey. Hope my fanfics bring joy or at least a small laugh to you guys, 'cause it's definitely fun to write them. 🤧✨

Been 2022 for a couple hours now (here), 'cause I still had to finish this. :3

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Yandere Deku

"Y/N!" A cheerful voice shouted from outside your room, but you really didn't have the will power to respond or stand up. Though, you didn't really have to worry about it as the sound of someone walking closer and closer made you rub your head tiredly as a soft sigh left your mouth.

A couple knocks on the door and a 'Can I come in' later, a smiling greenette stood in front of you, his lips slightly apart in shock.

"Y/N?" He took a few tentative steps forward, taken aback by the obvious hostility of the plush that you were hugging so close to yourself. "Hm?"

You hummed, your voice a bit scratchy even while not actually saying anything. Midoriya stopped a couple steps before you, his eyes narrowing at.. that thing. It looked exactly like a stuffie, sure, but.. This thing was moving and behaving like some sort of guard dog.

And Midoriya hated that. Not because he didn't want you to be protected, but because the strange being was very clearly not welcoming him near you.

You only noticed his strange reluctantance to approach you, which was extremely strange, as the boy would always tackle you in a hug whenever he saw you, regardless of the situation or the people around you.

"Deku? What's wrong?" You propped yourself on your elbows, laying on your stomach, but with the living plush cradled between your torso and the bed and tilted your head, questioning the strange situation.

"Huh? Ah, well... Y/N?" "Yeah?" He fiddled his fingers and tilted his head down, his expression hidden by his curly green hair. So, there was no way you could've seen the irritated look on him, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a thin line, forcing himself to speak with less agitation than he felt.

"What's that?" He pointed at the stuffie, still not lifting his head up. You looked down, puzzled for a second before realizing what the boy meant. "Oh, this? I told you before, this is my plush! I've had it since I was, like... I don't even remember." You huffed and pet the fabric doll, which nuzzled into your palm silently, only the shuffling of the bed sheets could be heard in the room.

And the click of Midoriya's tongue. God, it basically echoed in the whole fucking room as the greenette looked up, but turned his head so only his side profile could be seen and "Tsk"ed again to raise your attention to his bad mood.

Obviously, he'd take advantage of the situation.

After all, he liked being singled out by you (not in the bad way), only him getting your attention as you doted on him.

"So why does that ragdoll act like your lap dog.. It's moving, for god's sake!" You stared at the boy, awestruck by his handsome profile, then by his strange attitude and speech. Sure, he is human, so it's not shocking he can lose his cool and become angry, it was just never aimed at you.

It isn't right now, either, since he's technically jealous of a stuffie.. The thought of this brought a smile to your face and you couldn't help the amused chuckle leaving your throat.

"What?" Midoriya grit his teeth and began swaying his body the slightest bit, contemplating what his next action should be. He felt the strong urge to just leap forward and rip the doll to shreds. Because who knows? Maybe it's actually a disgusting pervert with some kind of a puppet–quirk that even you're not aware of.

Nevertheless, Midoriya took a long breath and joined you on the bed, ignoring the plush to the best of his abilities.

~

...Until it no longer basked in the safety of your arms– he could finally get rid of the damn fabric guard dog. Sure, it is a jerk thing to do when no bad's confirmed and the thing's your best friend, but in all honesty, Midoriya is enough for you. He is your boyfriend, best friend and caretaker all in one. There's literally no need for the thing. Only Midoriya.

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Yandere Iida

"Uh.." Iida's lips parted as he watched you walk down the stairs, but only because the unusual sight of a plush trotting behind you, barely managing to not roll down the stairs as it desperately tried to keep up with you. You occasionally looked back at it, smiling fondly and giggling at the soft thumps it made.

"Good morning..?" Iida wanted to say something different, to ask about the plush, but his mind couldn't form a sentence more complex than a greeting as he subconsciously mimicked your cheerful smile and blushed when you greeted back.

"Is something wrong?" Iida shook his head firmly and proceeded to stutter out "why", having more trouble than anyone should with saying three letters. "I don't know, you look– kinda nervous? Uh, no. More like... Speechless? I really don't know." You force a laugh as he simply stares at you awkwardly.

"I'm actually quite curious about that.. thing behind you." He smiled gently– like always– and pointed down at the stuffie hiding in-between your legs, tilting its head up. Iida looked at the fabric creature curiously as it wrapped its arms around your legs, seemingly hiding from the male. Then it growled with an almost adorable high pitched voice. "Right." Iida sighed as he already knew how these types of situations went. "Does it have a name or..?" "I usually just call them Buddy or Pal– placeholders I guess. Haven't had the best reactions to the names I wanted to give it so far, that's why." He nodded in understanding (somewhat) and flinched when the plush lunged forward, hissing at the male. "I don't get why they're acting like this.."

"I just– I think we'll just go back upstairs and uh... I talk about this behaviour with Bud. By that I mean, I'll talk to them and they'll just be.. them, I suppose." You cleared your throat and leave the stunned male with the stuffie securely held in your arms after a few seconds of awkwardly darting your eyes between it and Iida.

~

Iida's definitely not the type to rush things or act carelessly, in fact, he usually waits so much for the perfect opportunity that it'll not even be relevant anymore. Take for example, Buddy.

After the not so flowery meeting between man and plush, for months, nothing happened. Iida even tried to befriend the small thing, unsuccessfully of course, but you were happy with just him simply trying to appease it. Eventually, Bud came to tolerate him to some extent– so long as you held it securely. But hey, that's still progress, if even the tiniest.

And as those months passed, Iida seemed to gain its trust, slowly but surely. Which made it even more disheartening when after a surprise attack from the LOV– during which you were away from your dorm room almost the whole day, you opened the door only to be faced with the messiest sight you've ever seen– and Buddy nowhere in sight.

Everyone else's dorms were also utterly destroyed as the villains seemingly searched for something, so you never really figured out how all– well, half of it– was Iida's doing. All that trouble of destroying everyone's room to not make you suspicious of what they were in search of, just to get rid of one mild annoyance of a soft fabric doll.

Man, was that well done.

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Yandere EraserMic

"It is worth checking out! Come on." Hizashi pushed the ravenette forward and said how he shouldn't miss this, but didn't specify anything even as Aizawa demanded. Said male groaned and stomped into the room, muttering inconsistently under his breath. Followed by the blond with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Y/N's sitting at the computer. So?" He turned around, but Hizashi didn't let him finish his complaining before he spun him back around and turned his head to look at you once more.

After a few seconds of focusing on you, Aizawa made out the small pair of glinting.. eyes? "That's just a plush. What's with it? I swear, if you–" "No! You can't say 'just a plush'. You saw what I did. You can't just brush it off, Shouta."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and walked over to you, tapping your shoulder gently. It still scared you, but you were already used to the duo's strange habits. So you simply sighed when you realized it wasn't a monster trying to kill you, but Aizawa behind you and promptly took of your headphones to properly face the male.

"Something happen?" You smiled as your left hand fell down to pet the soft fabric of the plush in your lap, unintentionally guiding the ravenette's eyes to it. Doesn't really take a genius to add things up, and Aizawa quickly connected what Hizashi had said with what he's currently seeing. Hence the question. "What the fuck."

Aizawa rubbed his forehead when his question was met with your excited smile and beckoned the blond to join the conversation.

"Woahahohanjd!?" Hizashi nearly stumbled back when the plush whipped its head from the ravenette to him. Which made the both of you laugh as he desperately tried to say something smart, but failed as he was way too amazed by the creature following him around with its head, like a camera.

"What, did you buy this off the internet, or did you suddenly develop a puppet quirk." He second the last part with sarcasm, but his small laugh was cut short by the plush desperately throwing its arms forward in an attempt to hit either of them. "Seems like we have a rival!" The blond exclaimed playfully and attempted to pet it, but of course, he failed. The plush immediately slapped his hand away and Hizashi quickly pulled away, simply because of surprise. The hit felt more like the world's softest pillow being thrown at you in a pillow fight.

"A guard dog would be a better fit for the thing." Aizawa said it more to himself than anyone else, glaring at it despite not knowing whether it can see– it saw Hizashi's hand, that's why it could slap it. Obviously it can see. The ravenette sighed and picked up the stuffie by its neck, making sure not to hold it too close to his face.

"So? Did someone gave it you, did you find it or where the hell did this thing come from!" He nearly yelled with irritation as the plush continued to dangle in the air, throwing its arms in every direction possible.

"That's..." You averted your eyes and fell into an awkward silence. "Y/N, you know it's dangerous to just bring home something you don't know anything about." And there it was– Hizashi's rare serious and critical self. Somehow, when the person saying it is someone who doesn't usually act as they do at that certain moment, it has more impact. Like how someone like Hizashi– a playful and childish goofball with seemingly limitless energy uses a much colder, more serious tone when saying certain things, scolding some for example. It even feels more ashaming.

"So we should get rid of it."

Aizawa quickly interjected, and before you could retort, he hastily walked out of the room and Hizashi blocked the way when you shot up from your chair and attempted to follow the ravenette. "Are you serious? It's just a fucking plush!" "Y/N, it might be someone's quirk– maybe it's a person and not a plush!" "Then it's even worse!" "Why would it be?" "Because then you'd admit to intentionally trying to kill them!?"

He fell silent and your eyes widened when you recognized the blank look on his face– he didn't feel guilt or remorse about killing a stranger, even if they might be innocent. "You're..." He turned his head to avoid having to face you.

"Get out." "Y/N–" "GET OUT!" You roared at the blond and pushed him out, slamming and shutting the door.

~

[ssamie]

five. “team manager”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x haikyuu)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist.      suicide freak!

"this is the girl from yesterday" kuroo muttered 

it's been a day since the shrooms incident, and it's safe to say she's left a very weird first impression on the boys 

"hi~" she cooed with a wave 

today, she was looking more presentable. wearing the nekoma girl's uniform, with bandages framing her body, all except for her hands and face.  "i couldn't shake her off" kenma said with a sigh as he tried to wiggle his arm free from her grasp 

she simply chuckled and hugged his arm even tighter.  "sorry for the rather strange interaction we had yesterday" she apologised with a sheepish grin  "there was a small flaw in my plan, which led to that.." 

kenma rolled his eyes at her words.  he was the one that had to make sure she didn't accidentally jump off a cliff in her state yesterday.  he had to get her calmed down, and ended up calling a man called kunikida for help since he was in her emergency contacts. 

"what's your name?" kuroo asks with an amused grin 

"l/n y/n. nice to meet ya" she answered 

"so l/n-chan~" kuroo mused "anything we can help you with?" 

"i wanna be team manager!" she exclaimed with a dumb smile on her face 

some boys perked up at the mention of a manager, some pondered over it, while kenma simply let out a loud groan. 

"hah? you? manager?" kenma scoffed and pulled out his PSP  "you'll just try to kill yourself with the nets or something" he muttered with a huff

"eh? do you really have no trust in me kenma?" she sulked  "i mean, i probably would but still!" she huffed 

nekomata stepped forward and smiled at her "why would you like to be our manager, l/n?" he asked. she blinked and pondered over it for a while "hmm, volleyball is something i wanna try i guess." she said 

"but i don't really wanna play. i'd rather manage from the sidelines" she hummed  "so it would be a pleasure to work with you all" she said with a sly smile

she then looked at nekomata and tilted her head to the side, sending him a close eyed smile and holding her hand out for him to shake. 

"if you'll have me, of course" she added in a polite and soothing tone 

nekomata studied her, then her hand, as well as the bandages that ended just a little bit past her wrist. the old man chuckled and shook her hand. "well then, welcome to the team" he said with a laugh 

she smirked and nodded.  "glad to be here" 

"have i ever told you how incredibly intricate looking your fingers are?" she asked out of the blue.  kenma glanced at her as he drinks from his bottle, brows furrowing from her rather strange observation. 

"um, no?" he answered hesitantly 

she simply hummed and studied them even further, making him gulp. kenma looked at his hands, feeling slightly anxious. he then shoved them in the side of his shorts. 

"stop looking at them. it makes me nervous" kenma complained sheepishly 

she chuckled and pulled his hands out of his makeshift pockets. "dont be" she cooed with a smile "you hands are so.. delicate, so soft" 

kenma blushed as she started tracing circles over his palms, whispering sweet words and nothings as she does so. 

"so.." she trailed off, looking at him through lidded eyes, a flirty smirk etching itself on her lips. "s-so..?" he questioned 

"would you strangle me with these fragile, delicate fingers?" 

"ha? 😃" 

kenma stared at her while she stared back. she simply smiled at him as she continued to draw shapes on his palm.  "what the hell are you talking about?" kenma deadpanned 

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!" taketora shrieked. they all looked over to him as kenma raised a brow "can't take what?" he asked 

taketora ignored him and sprinted straight to y/n "l-l/n-chan! why him?!" he shrieked  "why not me?! i can give you my love!" taketora cried "let me love you!" 

she simply stared at him as she drops kenma's hands on his lap. "love..me?" she questioned with a blank smile 

taketora rushed over to her and showed her his hands "i have hands and fingers too!" he exclaimed  "i can-" 

"i don't think she meant she wants kenma to choke her during sex, yamamoto" kuroo intervened 

"yeah. she wants me to kill her." kenma bluntly spat out 

"hai!" she exclaimed "but either one is fine." 

kenma's brows shot up as he snapped his attention towards her. "huh??"

"hm? is there a problem, kenma-kun?" she chuckled “yes. there's a problem, and it's a big one." kenma said "im not gonna choke you during se-" 

"l/n!" nekomata called out, effectively cutting off kenma 

the (h/c) haired girl perked up and walked over to the man "yes?" she asked "so? did you jot down anything while watching?" nekomata asked. the older man patted the spot next to him on the bench, urging her to sit next to him. she hummed and pulled out a notebook. 

"well, may i just say" she started "these boys are very impressive." 

"i don't usually have the motivation to do these type of things but i wrote down everything i've observed" she said "i do hope it's enough" she chuckled as she sat down next to nekomata 

"well then, let's see it" nekomata said as he ushered the boys over to them. "well then, these are my observations, as well as teeny tiny little advices" she says

she handed kuroo the notebook. the captain skimmed through the pages with a look of interest. "okay let's- eh?" kuroo sweat dropped "this is never-ending, l/n-chan" he chuckled 

kuroo flipped through the whole notebook, laughing as he saw each page filled from front to back. "that's a crap ton of info!" taketora exclaimed 

"how'd you even get all of that over a silly practice game" yaku asked, a look of amusement and curiosity lacing his features. 

she shrugged nonchalantly and fiddled with her hair "dunno" she cooed "i guess it comes naturally" she said "i have a job quite similar, so breaking down your attacks and the way you move or play is quite easy" 

nekomata hummed in delight "ah, so we're you a manger before as well, or..?" he asked 

"nope! i'm a detective!" she grinned 

the team stared at her and smiled, same as you would when a child says something crazy or stupid. she immediately snapped her head towards kenma, smiling excitedly as she awaits his reaction 

"are you impressed? will you go on a double suicide with me now?" she asked with a grin. kenma stared at her, unmoving, as he looked her up and down. 

"no." he answered 

she immediately deflated and sulked beside nekomata. "i-i see." she sniffled "i understand" 

"that's nice, l/n-chan!" yaku exclaimed, obviously unconvinced that she was a detective "really nice. it's good to have dreams!" he said as he patted the girl's back

she blinked as she looked down on him. "eh? no, i mean like im actually a detective" 

"i mean i get that you don't think so" she laughed "i may not look much, but im an operative of the armed detective agency" she said.  her playful smile dropped, and was replaced by a stoic look as she showed them a badge 

"eh? seriously?! that's so cool!" lev says as he excitedly jumps up and down 

"heh. right?" she grinned as the other boys starts freaking out 

kenma simply narrows his eyes and clicks his tounge in distaste. "so what about it, kenma-kun? won't it be cool to die with someone like that?" she asks cheekily 

"no" 

"but-" 

"no" 

"fine" 

"no- oh." 

"you'll fit right in, l/n" nekomata said with a laugh. he waved then goodbye before stepping away. kuroo approached them, fanning himself with the notebook as he slung his arm around her shoulders 

"so, l/n.." kuroo said "whyre you so obsessed with having a double suicide with our kenma?" he asked.  kenma sighed and pitched his nose bridge with dread "please don't ask that. she'll-" 

"oh my! i thought you'd never ask!" she said dramatically as she waved her arms about

"committing suicide alone?" she started "oh my, that's so passe kuroo-san!" 

"i've come to realise, that if i were to die.. i will die alongside a beautiful man or woman!" her eyes sparkled as she gawked over kenma, who was looking very unamused at the moment. 

"and i found the most beautiful boy there is! what else could be better than this?" she exclaimed with teary eyes 

"ah, double suicide.. what a sweet ring it has!" she exclaimed "in comparison, it feels so empty to bid this world farewell all by my lonesome self!" she hugged kenma and nuzzled her cheek into his pudding-like hair. 

kenma merely froze as he felt his arms and body get squeezed by her. she was surprisingly strong and had a vice grip on him. "please let me go." kenma muttered 

"no" 

the boys watched the whole withing with varying reactions. most of them were worried for her mental state and well-being, while the others were amused. the 'others', being lev. it still kinda hadn't hit him that she was a suicidal psycho. 

"hmm, you're right, l/n-senpai! it'll be sad to die alone" lev agreed with a thoughtful hum 

"see! he sees the problem with it!" she said 

yaku immediately intervened by kicking lev in the back of his knees, making him fall forward. he also snatched kenma away, making her whine. "give him back!" she yelled. “take me away" kenma said 

yaku huffed and lightly flicked her in the forehead. "the real problem here is the fact that you wanna commit suicide!" he exclaimed 

"double suicide" she corrected. 

"that's not any better!" 

[sweetcherrypie1967]

Sweet Tooth

Now to anyone else this wouldn't be a big deal but to those that knew her, they knew she wasn't one to get very confused. After all, they don't call her the brightest witch of her age for nothing. She was always trying to find a logical explanation for everything she encountered and dealt with it accordingly.

But this had her stumped.

Every week her parents would send many sweets to her to share with her friends. While they were dentists and protested excessive amounts of candy, they trusted she was responsible enough not to use them in excessive amounts. They also knew that Hermione's friends enjoyed sweets very much so they felt no guilt in sending so much. It was a sweet gesture that Hermione looked forwards to every week but this week, however, she had put the sweets in a bowl in the Heads Common Room so that others were free to have some and the next morning they were gone.

She hadn't even had any of her friends in the Common Room since putting this week's batch there. So where could it have gone?

Hermione was contemplating this staring at the empty bowl when the Head Boy came out from his room. His blond hair still wet from just taking a shower as he cheerfully bounded down the steps.

"Good morning Hermione," Draco Malfoy said.

"Good morning, Draco," she said, "you wouldn't happen to know what happened to the sweets my parents sent me, would you?"

He paused mid-stride, looked at the empty bowl and pretended to think hard. "Nope, not a clue," Draco said shrugging before continuing in the room with a spring in his step.

It was a shock to Hermione when she found out that she would have to share the Head Dorms with Draco. It really did make sense why he was chosen as Head Boy, so she shouldn't have been surprised. He was second only to her in their year and earned the position just as much as she did. Hermione was so worried about it that she almost went to McGonagall on the verge of asking to be demoted to Prefect. The more she thought about it though, the she decided that she'd worked too long and hard to get to be the Head Girl so she wasn't going to give it up so easily. So, they put up with each other as neither was willing to back down and they eventually became somewhat friends.

"Well you seem to be in an awfully good mood today," Hermione commented

"You're right, as usual. I am in a fantastic mood today," Draco said plopping down on one of the couches by the fireplace.

"May I ask why?" Hermione said amused. While she did find him a lot more pleasant to be around, it was still rare to catch him in a particularly good mood.

"Because, dearest Hermione, today is the day that I am going to ask out that girl I told you about to Hogsmeade this weekend," he said grinning.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Hermione said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

As they were getting closer and trusting each other more, Draco confided -or more like Hermione caught on and he confessed- that he had a secret crush on some mystery girl. He went on about how beautiful and smart and wonderful she was, though Draco refused to reveal her identity. At first Hermione was excited that he was trusting her enough to tell her something so personal, but couldn't help feeling a pang in her chest. She hadn't the slightest idea why until a few weeks ago while talking to her good friend Ginny Weasley.

Hermione has her own crush on the blond boy.

Still, she wouldn't allow it to show, he obviously didn't feel the same as he was so occupied by this other woman. And why should I even hope for anything else? Just because we're friends now doesn't change that he's Draco Malfoy and she's Hermione Granger, they'd never work..

..could they?

"Hey? Hermione?" Draco said bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Hm? Oh sorry, what were you saying?" Hermione said embarrassed.

"I was asking if you were alright, you kinda zoned out there," he said with a charming smile that made her melt.

"Yeah I'm alright, just lost in thought I guess," she explained.

"Ok," Draco said before launching into all his different ideas of where to take this mystery girl. Hermione listened while secretly picturing him and herself going to do these activities, even if she knew they were never going to happen. "I don't know, Hermione..maybe I'm getting my hopes too high," he said sadly.

This snapped her back to reality. Draco Malfoy, aka sexiest boy at Hogwarts, worried about some girl rejecting him? She didn't know whether to be proud he wasn't being too egotistical or worried he's gone mad.

"You're not ill, are you?" Hermione teased.

"I mean it, Hermione. What if she says no?" He worried.

"Where's that Malfoy confidence of yours? Of course she'll say yes," she told him encouragingly.

"I don't know...after all I've done? Me and her haven't had the best track record, I wouldn't blame her," Draco said looking at the fire.

"Draco Malfoy, do you care for this girl?" Hermione asked.

"I think I made that pretty clear," he said rolling his eyes.

"Yes or no," she said bossily.

"Yes," Draco laughed.

"Do you think you could fall for her?" She asked.

Draco looked at her for a moment and thought about what she was asking. "Yes," he said honestly.

"Then that's all that matters. If she rejects you then that just means she isn't the one who's meant for you, you have proven that you've changed time and time again this year so if she can't see that then thats her loss," Hermione said firmly, "besides, would you rather go on without knowing how she'd answer? Without being able to say you tried?"

"You're right, as always. I'm being silly aren't I?" Draco said cracking a smile.

"Yes, yes you are," she told him to which they both laughed.

There was a part of Hermione that selfishly wished this mystery girl would reject to his offer but another that wished she would agree, just so Hermione can see him happy. Only time could tell.

"So when are you going to tell me who this girl is?" Hermione asked him.

"After I ask her," he promised with a twinkle in his eye.

"And when when will you be asking her?" Hermione asked.

"Not telling," Draco said.

****

It was dinnertime in the Great Hall. Hermione was sitting at the Gryffindor table with Harry Potter along with Ron and Ginny Weasley while Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table with Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Daphne Greengrass. He's been fiddling with his hands nervously the entire time, too anxious to eat anything.

"C'mon mate, why are you so worried? Who in Merlin's name would reject you?" Theo said.

"Any girl that's got a brain," Blaise teased to which Daphne elbowed him, "ouch!..bloody woman...I mean, yeah what he said."

"Really Draco, could you at least tell us who she is? It might be easier for us to help if we knew," Daphne urged.

"No, you'll find out soon enough. I don't need help I..just need a minute," Draco assured his closest friends.

"Dinner will be over soon, you'd better make it fast. Especially if you want to get something to eat," Blaise said.

"Yeah, ok. Here I go," Draco said more to himself than anyone else before standing up and striding across the Great Hall.

Right to the Gryffindor table.

He shook his head as if to rid himself of his nerves and show his famous Malfoy confidence as he got closer. As he approached, Draco could feel all the eyes on him but he paid them no mind.

Not until her eyes were on him.

Draco sat down next to her as if he did it everyday, and he had done this on occasion throughout the current year.

"Hey Hermione, you remember that girl I was telling you about?" Draco asked, knowing everyone within earshot would be listening.

"Yes..oh! Did you ask her? What did she say?" Hermione asked intrigued.

"No actually, I haven't asked her yet," Draco told her, "I'm kinda getting to that."

"You'd better hurry if you want to do it today," Hermione said.

"Yeah, I should," Draco agreed. Hermione went back to her food, expecting him to go off and ask the girl, not wanting to see what would happen.

"Hermione," Draco said trying to regain her attention.

"Yeah?" She said not looking up.

He gently put his hand on her chin and tilted her head to look at him. "Would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?" He asked.

"But I thought you were going with that mystery girl?" She said not piecing it together.

Draco sighed dramatically, "for the brightest witch of our age, you really can be . You're the mystery girl. I'm asking you on a date to Hogsmeade."

Her mouth dropped, along with almost everyone else's. Everyone else was still getting used to the idea of Hermione and Draco being friends and now he was asking her on a date?

"Oh! Yes, yes of course!" Hermione said excitedly before crushing him in a hug.

Draco laughed, "and by the way, it was me who ate the candy from your parents," he admitted in a whisper.

"It was you?" She exclaimed but somehow managed to keep the same volume.

"Yes, but don't worry I'll make it up to you," he promised.

And Draco did just that. The first activity the two did together in Hogsmeade was go straight to Honeydukes and let Hermione pick out all the sweets she desired. Draco, of course, picked out many as well for himself and paid for all of it.

"Draco Malfoy, how many sweets did you buy? The whole shop?" Hermione said surprised.

"What can I say? I guess you could say I've got a sweet tooth," Draco told her.

"That's an understatement," Hermione laughed.

They spend the rest of the day doing various things around the small town. Draco took her to a bookshop, the Three Broomsticks and anywhere else she wanted. Back in their Common Room they ate and exchanged their sweets while talking about their day.

All was well.