Summary: Draco and Hermione were both already taken. But when these two meet each other, they have to ignore their greatest desire and fight the temptation. It's not THAT hard to do, right? Wrong. Especially when seduction is the game they're playing.
A/N: This is my first D/HR story coz I normally write D/G but it wouldn't hurt me if I'd give it a try, would it? So to all D/HR fans, I hope I can get to know you. I would appreciate reviews but no flames please. Have fun! :)
Chapter One: "You can't do this."Hermione was walking quietly along the street, blushing furiously from the heat of the sun, brushing her brown curls that were falling softly on her face. Clutching the paper bag tighter around her fingers, she picked up her pace and walked quicker to the place where he was supposed to meet his boyfriend.
Beads of sweat were pouring on her face and her hair was sticking on her skin. Her hair was changed from bushy to soft curls falling graciously on her back, all thanks to her other best friend, Ginny Weasley.
From afar, she heard shouts and about 3-4 people were running towards her way. She cried in surprise as one of those men had pushed her off the ground. "So sorry, ma'am," he said hastily and continued to scamper.
Fortunately, somebody caught her in the arms and they fell off the ground, Hermione on the top.
Unfortunately, the person was Draco Malfoy.
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"God, Granger, are you really this heavy?" Draco's muffled voice retorted gruffly.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably. "Shut up, Malfoy and just
let—go!"
"My pleasure." Draco pushed her forcefully off him. In a split second, Hermione fell on the ground with a loud thump.
"Oops, didn't see that coming," Draco quipped ironically, standing up.
Hermione glared at him. "You git."
Draco straightened up his robes. "Why, thank you."
Hermione started to stand up when Draco offered his hand. Hermione looked at it skeptically.
"Look, just take it," Draco snapped, lowering his hand in front of her.
Hermione smiled frostily. "No thanks."
She stood up, ignoring the hand that Draco had offered. Draco blinked and put his hand on his side.
She looked at him. "Well, goodbye then."
Draco stared at her back and noticed her paper bag lying a few feet away from him. He bent down and scooped it.
"Hey, Granger! You left this!" Draco called.
Hermione's eyes widened and she snatched it hastily from him.
"What have you got there?" he asked.
"Mind your own business, will you?" she snapped.
"Have it your way then," he drawled annoyingly.
She turned and left without saying another word.
"Bye Granger," Draco called to her.
Hermione turned; her face was red with annoyance. "GOODBYE!" she boomed furiously and dashed away from him.
Draco smirked in satisfaction.
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Hermione looked around and she finally saw him. He must have sensed that she was coming because he looked at her and his face broke into a smile. She smiled back and walked towards him.
"I was starting to think you were going to ditch me," Harry said playfully, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
Hermione smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I just met some… some annoying kid on my way."
"Oh? Did you know him?"
Hermione quickly shook her head. "No! No, of course not. I didn't know that pesky kid, no."
Harry held her hand and led her up a side road, into a
tiny teashop. They stood outside while Hermione noticed it was a rather clamped
and misty little place. Harry squeezed Hermione's hand happily.
"Magnificent place, isn't it?"
Hermione frowned inwardly. "Yeah, uh… great," she said tentatively.
"I knew you would like it here, 'Mione," Harry exclaimed eagerly. "It's called Madam Puddifoot. Err—a friend showed it to me last year."
"I see."
Harry coughed uneasily. "So, what have you got there?" he asked her, glancing at the bag.
"Oh this?" Funny how that question could come up twice in one hour, Hermione thought, hiding a smile. "Muggle clothes," she answered.
Harry cocked an eyebrow in puzzlement. "What do you need Muggle clothes for?"
Hermione almost sighed impatiently. Instead, she shot him a pointed look. "I'm a Muggleborn, remember?"
"Another word for Mudblood, if you're that thick, Potter."
They turned around and saw Draco Malfoy standing behind them, sneering. Hermione noticed that there was a naughty and mischievous glint in his eyes.
Hermione groaned horrendously. WHAT NOW???
Draco smiled wickedly at her and winked. He turned to Harry and went on. "You know Scarhead, I think I know who that annoying kid is," he prompted.
Hermione's eyes went big as she stared at him in horror. She knew just what the smile and wink signifies. She knew it very, very much indeed.
To Be ContinuedThis is experimental so it's kind of short. I hope somehow you appreciate it. If you like me to continue, then REVIEW! I'll gladly continue and make this story worth it and long. But if you don't, oh well. It's just a try. So tell me what you think of it in a NICE way, ok? Thanks! :)
By the way, does Madam Puddifoot ring a bell to you? It should! If it doesn't, well you haven't read HP 5 yet.
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