Disclaimer: The song Trust Fund Baby by Why Don't We is not my song!

Draco's POV:

"Alright, I told the girls we would meet them for lunch, let's go!" Neville yells from behind the camera.

For our project, Saint Potter had decided that he thought us doing a music video would be funny.

Yay. Excitement.

We walk into the Great Hall and I see our finances all wearing odd clothes. I look over Hermione. She's wearing a bright neon yellow crop top and jeans. The jeans are cut open in the front and are dangling down so you can see the white shorts she's wearing underneath. Muggle fashion is weird.

"So! How's your project going?" Luna asks us.

I snort. "Harry thought it would be funny for us to do a music video for 'Trust Fund Baby'. It's embarrassing how stupid we look."

Hermione's eyes light up and she suddenly becomes interested in the conversation, despite her odd outfit. "And I say to people that's my lady!?"

Harry nodded. "And we don't need nothing else."

"If you don't do a good job, I will personally ensure that you are all hanging from the ceiling by your ankles." Hermione warns him.

Harry gulps. "Yeah well...we'll do...our best!"

"Well, we're doing 'Woman Like Me' by Little Mix." Pansy proudly states.

"And we get so many cool outfits!" Astoria stands up a twirls. "I feel super muggle-y!"

Harry and Hermione choke. "Please never say that again. That's so cringey." Hermione cringes.

"It's so what?" Astoria asks.

"Cringey." Harry looks up from his potatoes. "Cringe-worthy."

Astoria nods. "Yikes."

"Anyways. Neville is filming, Blaise, Harry, Theo and I are acting in it, and Ron is going to be the main editor."

"Sounds like fun." Lavender pipes up. "Although ours will definitely be better." She winks at all the girls.

I scoff. "Absolutely not, our's will be better!"

"We have Hermione, okay? We're obviously going to do better!" Ginny defends.

"And we have Harry," Ron retorts. "He's going to lead us to victory! He's literally the chosen one!"

Hermione snorts. "Right, but I'm the Brightest Witch of Her Age. Let's see you beat that, Mr. Chosen One!"

Harry nodded. "I defeated Voldemort."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I had to save your butt so many times."

Ron snorts. "Right, and remind me, who turned themselves into a cat?"

Hermione paled. "And who was the one who brewed the polyjuice and came up with the idea? Who figured out it was a basilisk!?"

"OKAY!" Theo pulled Harry and Ron away from a sniggering Hermione. She sniggers like a Slytherin. Wait, what?

"Well we'll have a friendly competition then!" Luna declares. "Professor Huckielle can decide. We'll see who has a higher grade!"

"You're on." Blaise comments.

"Alright, ladies, let's go. There's a lot to do, and more horrid outfits!" Hermione throws her hands up in the air. "I feel like an idiot!"

Harry smiled at her. "You look like a muggle model, 'Mione. That's not unusual."

Hermione glared at him. "It is when you're a witch!" She grabbed her bag and stormed out, screaming, "LET'S GO! I'M NOT LETTING THOSE TWATS WIN!"

Ron looked down at his plate of food. "I'm a bit scared of her, you know. She's worse than Ginny."

"I HEARD THAT, RONALD!"

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"Alright, so for the next part we're going to-" Harry started.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get going with it." Blaise said.

"Don't we need a girl or something?" Ron asked. "For that one part-"

"Yeah, why don't we get one of the girls?" I ask. "Lavender said she wasn't really doing anything..."

"Alright, Ron and Draco, go get Lavender." Neville nodded. "I'll film Harry's part for now then.

I grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him along. "Let's go, we have to beat the girls!"

Ron winced. "Strong grip there, mate."

"Sorry," I mumbled, releasing him.

"Where did they say they would be?" He asked.

"In our dorms I think." I mumble, going up the stairs two at a time.

"Alright-how do you-go so-fast?" Ron asked.

I shrugged and pulled open the door.

"WHAT!" Ginny shrieked.

Ron cleared his throat. "We were wondering if we could-"

"HASHTAG BOY, BYE!" Hermione yelled from on top of the couch.

I looked at her, confused. "Hats-shag?"

"BOY! BYE!" She repeated.

Ginny giggled. "She means...GET OUT!" She tried to shove Ron and I out, but I put my foot in the doorway.

"Not a chance," I growled.

"QUIET ON SET! HERMIONE! 3...2...1..." Luna called.

Hermione started to dance randomly from on top of the couch, singing her part of the song.

"We need Lavender for like twenty minutes." Ron explained.

Lavender walked over. "Did I hear my name?" She whispered.

"We need your for our-" Ron started.

"Sure, but twenty minutes and that's it." Lavender glared at Ron. "If you mess up, that's your fault."

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"ALRIGHT! We got Lavender," I call over to Harry.

He turns around and smiles. "Lavender! Hello! Thank you for agreeing to come help us-"

"Twenty minutes starting now. What do I do?" She looks around innocently.

"Er..." Harry looks at Neville who mouths something. "Just stand over there and pose with the props we give you."

Blaise hands her expensive looking heels, sunglasses, and jewelry. "Just...pretend to be a snotty brat."

She looks him over. "Mmmkay." She put the sunglasses on a struts away, adding the earrings to her ears and putting on the rest of the jewelry.

We get into our places. I don't have to sing since we did my part in the morning, I'm grateful. I hate singing with a burning passion.

"ALRIGHT! TIMES UP!" Neville yells, holding up a timer that was going off. "Thanks, Lavender."

She nods and pulls off the props, running back to the castle.

"We're more than half-way done." Neville says. "Let's head back to the common room and take a break before charms, eh?"

I nod. "Good idea."

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Hermione's POV:

So for reasons unbeknownst to me, the boys had to use Lavender in their video. She left for about half an hour before she returned, but she looked bored and told us that we would definitely win. They didn't use costumes!

I chuckle. "Well then, we'll win for sure!"

I sit down on the couch in my outfit. This outfit is just my undergarments and a silk robe. It was really comfortable, actually. By far my favorite outfit from this whole project, the rest were absolutely atrocious!

Once I sat down, the boys came through the door and I squeak, covering my body.

"HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?" Ginny shrieks, covering her body. She, Astoria, and Pansy were also wearing only their undergarments and silk robes.

"You look like you belong in the bedroom," Draco teases us.

"And you look like you belong in a pig pen!" Astoria screeches.

I awkwardly laugh. "Yeah...BYE!"

I run up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I sink down and clutch my stomach, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Having fun?" Draco drawls from above me.

"MALFOY!" I jump up and dive for the bed, covering myself in the blankets. He smirks.

"Why so shy?" He taunts me. "We're going to have to have a child together, after all."

"I know," I pull the covers closer as he walks towards me. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it!"

He sits on the bed next to me. I tense. "You'll be living with me, my mother, and my father in my house, well, Malfoy Manor after we graduate." He informs me.

I freeze. Great. "No."

He whips around. "What do you mean, no?" He looks at me, confusion, anger, and sadness swirling in his delicate grey eyes.

"I mean, NO! I don't want to be anywhere near there!" I sit up and angrily stand at the side of the bed.

He lowers his gaze. "It's because of what happened, right?" He asks softly and almost...affectionately. "We turned it into a ballroom, just...so you know."

I nod.

"I just..." I trail off, my hand on the handle of the door to the bathroom. "I'm not ready to face it again." I rub the scar that reads 'Mudblood'. "It's not easy to forget when there's a constant reminder of what happened last time."

He lowers his head. "I wish I could have saved you, that day."

I choose not to respond, instead I walk into the bathroom and run a bath. When my tail decides to appear again, I don't even panic. I just think about what Draco had said.

I run my hands over the smooth scales. No matter how hard I try to ignore it, the curse always finds a way to remind me of itself. Just for once, I wish I could be normal. I wish I didn't have to run around saving people, just for once, I wish that I could relax.

A firm knock at the door pulls me out of my thoughts. "Hermione?" Draco's muffled voice calls from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"

"NO! ARE YOU INSANE!" I respond. I panic, looking around for something to hide my tail. I had a vial of the potion, but it was on the other side of the room. If I could just-

"I'll close my eyes and I won't look at you!" He promises. "I just need to get something."

I pull my wand out from besides me and charm the water to be a dark, murky purple colour. I sink down, making sure that my tail is completely covered, and that he can only see my head.

"Uh...just...be quick!" I respond, sinking a bit deeper into the water.

Draco walks in and heads straight to the counter. He picks up a ring and turns to leave. I snort.

"Really?" I ask. "A ring?"

He turns towards me and I freeze, sinking just a tad deeper into the water. "It was my fathers ring." He responds, smirking at my vulnerable position. "I think it's time for you to meet him."

I shake my head vigorously. "No!"

Draco looks at me, disheartened. "He wants to meet you. He's already made plans to come over next week, while Theo and Pansy are shopping for their wedding stuff." He pulls out a letter and walks over.

"Stop!" I command him, but he comes closer. He drops the letter, takes one last look at me, and leaves.

I read it over.

Draco,

I am very disappointed that you failed to inform me that you are due to be married to Miss Granger. Your mother told me yesterday by accident.

I'm writing this to let you know that I will be coming with your mother to your little shopping trip this weekend. I will make a reservation for dinner.

You better not disappoint me,

Much love,

Your father Lucius Malfoy