Author's Note: As promised, I have written one of the stories for my reviewer, GottaGetBackUp. She wanted me to surprise her, but the story had to have quotes from AVPM/S or at least be related to it. So, here you go. It's not really Dramione, but there are hints.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Point Two

When Draco Malfoy walked into the Slytherin common room on the second day of his Seventh Year, the last thing he expected was to see one of his best mates, Blaise Zabini, leaning over a piece of parchment, seemingly working vigorously on his homework. Don't get him wrong, he knew Zabini was in fact a highly intelligent person, but he also knew that he never worked hard on anything related to school. His intelligence just seemed to naturally come to him. So, one can imagine how shocked Draco was of this development.

"Hey, Zabini," Draco called out, catching the dark boy's attention instantly. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing you need to concern yourself with," Zabini responded dismissively, turning back to the parchment with furrowed eyebrows. Draco raised his own eyebrow, sinking gracefully onto the plush green chair across from the loveseat Zabini had sat himself in.

Now, Draco was curious. Zabini was always a quiet guy, but he was also very polite, and would usually never just dismiss someone so casually. He would at least give some sort explanation as to why he couldn't be bothered, instead of letting out some half-arsed reply that gave away nothing. Whatever it was that he was working on, it must have been important.

After a few moments of silence, Zabini finally raised his head, the furrow between his eyebrows still in place. "Malfoy, who do you think is the ugliest girl in school?"

Draco blinked. Where the hell had that come from? It seemed like a completely random question in his opinion. "Why do you need to know?" he asked, his face screwed in confusion.

"Just answer the question."

"Uh... Winky the House Elf?"

"Come on, Malfoy, I'm being serious. I said girl, not creature."

"Fine. Well... Wait, the whole school, or just the older years?"

"Hmm... Let's go with older years."

"I'd have to say," Draco paused to contemplate, "that one Gryffindor girl. What was her name, again? Periwinkle Blue?"

"I believe it was Lavender Brown," Zabini corrected, smirking in amusement.

"No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Well, whatever her name is, she's definitely the ugliest girl. The tart is so obsessed with her looks she doesn't seem to realize all of that makeup makes her look like a clown."

"You have a point," Zabini commented, scribbling something on that parchment of his. "Although, I expected you to say Granger."

Draco looked at him in surprise. Huh. He hadn't even considered Granger when Zabini asked. Of course, Granger wasn't exactly ugly anymore. Sure, she was still a know-it-all, a Gryffindor, and her hair still looked like it could nest a couple dozen hippogriffs, but she wasn't really ugly. The way she held herself, so proud and confident, gave a glow to her that no other girl in Hogwarts possessed.

"I completely forgot about her," Draco confessed. "But I'm not changing my decision. Can you tell me why you needed my opinion on the ugliest girl in school, now? I'd like to know what I'm getting myself into before I wake up to that tart trying to strangle me in my sleep."

"Here," Zabini said, sighing in defeat, and handed him the long parchment reluctantly.

Abbott, Hannah: 7.5

Bobbin, Melinda: 6

Bones, Susan: 8.3

Brocklehurst, Mandy: 7.8

Brown, Lavender: 4 *

Bulstrode, Millicent: 4*

Davis, Tracey: 7

Dobbs, Emma: 5

Fawcett, Sara: 8.1

Granger, Hermione: 4*

The names continued on, a number written sloppily beside each one. The lowest number Draco could find was four, only belonging to three girls: Lavender Brown (whoever that was), Millicent Bullstrode, and that Hermione Granger. All three of these names had a crudely drawn star beside them as well, Draco noticed.

"And what exactly is this, Zabini?" Draco asked patiently. Or, as patiently as could be expected from a Malfoy.

"Well, obviously, Malfoy, it is a list. A list of the all the girls, fourth year and up, and their hotness rating. Obviously," Zabini said, rolling his eyes at his friends obliviousness. "If there's a star, that means they're one of the ugliest girls."

"Oh... Wait, you gave Parkinson a seven?" Draco asked incredulously. "And you gave Granger a four?"

"What, do you think I was a bit too generous on them?" Zabini asked, genuinely curious.

"Generous for Parkinson, perhaps. I just don't see Granger as a four, for Merlin's sake. Perhaps you should switch Parkinson's number with Granger's. That makes a bit more sense," Draco explained, nodding slowly.

"What? You actually think Granger's hot?" Zabini asked, clearly shocked by the turn of events.

"Well, she's certainly much better than Parkinson."

"Fine, I'll give you that, but, honestly? You want to give her a seven?" Zabini asked in disbelief, wondering if his mate was alright in the head.

"You're right, you're right," Draco said, causing his friend to sigh in relief. However, it was short lived when he added, "If I were to rate Granger on a scale of one to ten, I would give her... An eight."

Zabini gaped at Malfoy, unable to think of anything to say to that. Did Malfoy have a secret thing for Granger? Seriously, an eight? No, maybe he just missed something about Granger that his friend managed to catch. Perhaps Granger was pretty, but she hid herself behind those frumpy clothes she wore and he never noticed. But, how would Malfoy have noticed, then, if that were the case?

"No, maybe an eight point five," Malfoy continued, oblivious to the disbelieving look Zabini was shooting at him. "Or nine..." he said thoughtfully.

"Why don't you just give her the bloody ten!"

"No, not- not over a nine point eight. There is always room for improvement, Zabini."

"According to you, she's only point two away from a perfect ten. I can't imagine there's much more to improve."

"Oh, trust me, Zabini. Point two is a lot to improve. Which is why I'm holding out for a ten. Because I'm worth it."

"Of course you are, mate," Zabini deadpanned. "Out of curiosity, what is it that Granger would need to do to become a ten?"

"Why, she'd need to date me, of course." With that, Draco left the common room to go to the kitchens, leaving behind a light-headed Blaise Zabini.

Closing the portrait door behind him, Draco couldn't help but snicker.

That's what Zabini got for dismissing him like he was one of his fangirls. He should have known by now that ignoring Draco Malfoy, always resulted in some sort of revenge. With an intelligent fellow like Zabini, it was always best to play mind-games. It left them reeling for weeks.

AN: I know it's short, but I hope you like it anyway! I tried my best. Tell me what you think. Also, Dramione fans, I hope you can check out my other Dramione story, Three Little Words.