Seduction Leads to Destruction

A/N: Hey everyone…So there's a story behind this story. This is for a challenge between a couple of my friends and I. We took a bunch of random, song lyric-ed, dirty, weird; basically anything we could think of at the time sayings and put them in a bag and pulled out forty of them each. The challenge is to write a story with them. This is mine. It seems Hermione/Harry right now…but just wait, I have big plans for this one and it will be Hermione/Draco by the next chapter. So here we go. And while you're reading this…sadly the world of Harry Potter isn't mine, I just like to play around for a while.

Chapter One: Fell In Love Without You

Last night I fell in love without you.
I waved goodbye to that heart of mine
Beating solo on your lawn – Motion City Soundtrack

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This was it. This was the year that she was going to get Harry to fall in love with her. She had been the bookworm best friend for six years and it was time that he saw her as more than the bushy-haired sidekick.

"You are a smart, beautiful, confident woman and even though you don't need a man to complete you, this year, Harry will love you", Hermione said to her reflection in the mirror. She stared straight into her chocolate brown eyes. "He will," she repeated with as much poise as she could muster.

She took a deep breathe and straightened out her simple purple v neck and black shorts, before taking her wild auburn hair and twisting it into a plain low-bun on her head. She leaned into the mirror and inspected her unkempt eyebrows, which she soon crinkled together. Grabbing some tweezers from a nearby table, she spent a few minutes attempting to make them slightly less unsightly. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

With her eyebrows a little bit more tame, she glanced at her alarm clock. 12:03. She sighed heavily before walking to the other side of her room and grabbing a pair of thong-style flip flops and delicately sliding her feet into them. She grabbed a worn out black bag and checked through it. Keys, wallet, water bottle, lip balm, pen and finally her checklist. Everything she needed. She glanced at the clock again. 12:04. She decided that there was nothing wrong with leaving a little early and headed for the door.

"Thanks for the ride mum, pick me up here at 3:30 okay?" she said as she slipped out of the car. Her mom nodded in recognition.

"Have fun sweetie, don't spend too much," she added. Hermione laughed as she walked up to the towering doors of a place that she was never too fond of. The mall.

She glanced up at the giant clock tower that stood just inside the entrance. 12:20. Perfect, she thought to herself. Five minutes to get there. She pulled out her checklist and looked at number one: Glamour by Charlene. This was really the only thing on the checklist that she needed to put down, the rest were there for effect. She wanted the satisfaction of looking at a completely checked off list at the end of her shopping trip.

The rest of this particular list stated simple things like t shirts, shorts, pajamas, intimates, sweat pants. Hermione had been allotted €200 to get herself some new clothes when she realized that the only things she had left in her closet were shoes (her feet hadn't grown in two years) and her school clothes. Naturally she wasn't very keen on wearing her school clothes at Hogwarts on weekends and outings, so she had asked for some money to pick up some new things.

But Glamour by Charlene was not exactly in the same category as her clothes. This was more of a trial for her. Hermione wanted to do something a little bit daring. Something that would not necessarily be seen by others; her little secret. Not to mention that the payoff would be great when she wore a bikini…or maybe less; if things with Harry went the way she wanted them to by the end of the year.

Hermione spotted her destination from miles away. It was hard not to with the giant pink sign and various bottles and beautifying products cluttering the front display window. She walked up to the reception desk and waited to be acknowledged by the tall blonde and overly tanned receptionist. Her name tag said 'Kate'. "I have an appointment for 12:25" Hermione said sweetly.

"…hmm Hermione is it?" 'Kate' replied.

"That's me" she said.

"Great, you're right on time. Mindy's going to take you to the back room in a few minutes" Kate said

"Thanks," Hermione said cheerfully. "Umm, can I ask you a serious question" she added, lowering her voice so 'Kate' had to lean in to hear her.

"Sure"

"Does it…" Hermione wasn't sure how to say it, so she just blurted it out bluntly, "does it hurt?"

'Kate' giggled before raising her perfect eyebrows and looking Hermione straight in the eyes. "Honey," she began. "It hurts like a bitch."

Hermione's eyes widened before she was tugged by the arm by a tall black haired woman wearing a 'Mindy' nametag.

"You must be Hermione, I'm Mindy and I'll be your aesthetician today", she spoke quickly and quite upbeat for what she was about to do. "Now have you ever been to Glamour before?"

"Um, no sorry I haven't" Hermione replied, still a little bit scared.

"Well I'm happen to take your Glamour virginity so to speak" she said laughing at her own joke as she opened the door to a very clean back room, with spa like wallpaper and an array of beauty-enhancing products set on the counter. "Now for the real question…have you ever gotten a Brazilian wax before?"

"No. Definitely not…"Hermione laughed nervously as she sat down on a table that resembled and examination table at the doctor.

"Well don't worry sweetie, it's not as bad as people make it out to be," she giggled. "I'm going to make it as quick and painless as possibly," she said as she pulled out a handful of strips of linen like material. "Okay now strip down and start some calm breathing" she added as she began mixing the hot wax.

If Hermione were to describe a Brazilian wax after walking out of Glamour half an hour later, quick and painless would not be the way she would do it. More like, as 'Kate' had so eloquently said, it hurts like a bitch.

Four tee shirts, two new pairs of shorts, two pairs of jeans, new sweatpants and an awkward "am I a thong girl" internal debate in the lingerie store later and Hermione was all shopped out.

She sat on the edge of a curb outside the front entrance of the mall and put down her bags of new purchases. Hermione searched through her bag until she pulled out her checklist once more. Everything had been ticked off, except for the final task she had to complete today: pack for the Burrow and school. She would be leaving in the morning for the Burrow and staying there for two days until she would be headed to platform 9 and ¾ to catch the Hogwarts Express.

Two whole days for her to at least make an attempt at winning over Harry's affection. She knew that it was going to be a challenge considering the frequent company of Ginny. What is there to do, well they had already decided; Ginny and she had agreed that no matter what happened with Harry that they would remain friends. It wouldn't be fair for all three of them to be unhappy if Harry happened to like one or the other. As far as Ginny knew, Harry was indifferent to dating either of them; he simply wanted to stay friends.

But Hermione had failed to mention to Ginny her very interesting run-in with Harry on the way home from school at the end of the year.

They were in their compartment, she, Harry and Ron. Ron decided that he wanted some sweets and left the compartment to go find the trolley, leaving Harry and Hermione alone. Hermione stood up to get something from her bag overhead and just as she was on her tippy-toes reaching for the zipper, the train lurched forward and she went flying straight towards Harry. With the grace and suave of a heroic heartthrob he caught her in his arms. Hermione let out an embarrassed giggle and a quiet thank you and surprisingly enough, he didn't let go. He just stared straight into her eyes before replying in a hushed voice "it's what I'm here for isn't it".

Swoon.

At that moment she was positive that he was going to kiss her. Her heart started beating like mad, and she instinctively began biting the side of her lip and leaning slowly in.

That is until Ron whipped open the door with his arms full of cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs and other various caloric desserts. And Harry quickly dropped her on her ass.

Romantic.

She knew that if she got him alone with her summer that something would happen. There was no doubting that they had chemistry and Hermione knew that if she applied boy smarts as much as she did book smarts, than she could get a man at any cost. Well not any man, her man, as she saw it. She saw the silver glint of her mother's car, stood up and grabbed all of her purchases before getting into the car.

When she arrived at the Burrow the next morning Hermione was more than anxious to get inside and settled for her last two days of summer vacation. Two days to relax, sleep, and re-read Hogwarts: A History. After the quintessential greeting from Molly she headed up the stairs to her new home for two days, Ginny's room.

Hermione grunted as she dragged her oversize luggage across the carpeted second floor hallway. It was a relief to see the familiar doorway to Ginny's room and she sighed in relief as she reached for the doorknob and slowly turned, bracing herself for the surely gleeful hug she was about to receive from Ginny. As she was midway through opening the door she heard an odd squeaking coming from inside. She swung it open the rest of the way and was surprised to see Ginny's room messier than usual, clothes were scattering the floor. And not just girl's clothes either, men's clothes as well…She didn't understand until she glanced at the bed and saw a familiar mane of red hair…as well as a familiar mess of jet black hair. Ginny was in bed, but she was not alone. It took her a second to process before--

"Oh my fucking god", she exclaimed. "Oh my god, oh my god I'm so sorry!" she said quickly covering her eyes, closing the door and rushing back into the hall. She leaned against the wall, eyes still covered and slowly slid down until she was sitting on the floor, going over what had just happened in her mind.

Clothes lying on the floor. Harry. Ginny. Bed. Fuck, she was going to be sick. She could feel her cheeks and forehead heating up immediately. Her eyes began to well with tears, but she choked them back.

How could he? She was sure that he loved her not Ginny. How could he? She didn't know how to feel. She couldn't be angry; Ginny and she had made a pact. She couldn't feel betrayed; Harry didn't even know how she felt.

For the first time in her life she couldn't use her vast amounts of knowledge to help her. So she just sat. On the floor. Helpless.

For now.

A/N: Well we all know Hermione's a smart girl…she'll come up with something quick :]. Oh and if I could direct your attention to that little button right there…no not there…yea the one that says "Review", that's the one…now press it and tell me what you think (or pester me to update…that usually works too). Peace and love, everyone.