Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K Rowling, but I own this Devious!Hermione plot, with the Great Playground and all.

The entire student body of Hogwarts milled around the Great Playground (created by Dumbledore as a playground for younger students, it was considered one of the Seven Modern Wonders of the Wizarding World). Draco and his Slytherin cronies hovered near the biggest, steepest slide, policing it and making sure nobody who wasn't Slytherin got to use it. It was Draco Malfoy's seventh year, and HE wasn't going to let anybody get in his way, no.

"Oh, lookit. Widdle Dracy-poo is hogging the big slide," said Ron in disgust.

"It's horrific," agreed Harry. "He's in his seventh year. By now, we don't do playgrounds." Hermione got a devious look on her face and inside, Harry was cowering, hoping that those brains weren't focused on humiliating him. Hermione began to work, grabbing a clover and transfiguring it into a discreet headband with rhinestone cameras that transmitted wirelessly to a viewing screen. Without a screen, the headband was useless, so Hermione made a wristwatch viewing screen, which she passed off to one astonished Ron Weasley.

"Hermy, what's with all these secretive gadgets?" asked the said red-head, perplexed.

"I was inspired," she said in a taut voice that meant 'Don't ask'.

With that, Hermione stalked off towards the big steep slide. "Yo Malfoy," she yelled with personality. "Can I ride the slide?"

"No, it's mine. ALL mine. Nothing your Mudblood brain could think of could part me from this slide. I LOVE THIS SLIDE! WE ARE MEANT TO BE!" Malfoy hollered in response. He clammed up just then, realizing all eyes in the Great Playground were on him. Hermione walked back to the Golden Trio's picnic blanket, smirking her Most Evil Smirk which Parvati had once caught her practicing in the mirror. It instilled such a feeling of dread in Malfoy he nearly wet himself.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were sitting bewildered next to Hermione, who had yet to explain her brilliant plan. They watched as a grass blade became a USB cable, which then snapped into Hermione's laptop, and the watch. As the computer screen announced a certain being downloaded, Harry began to fathom Hermione's plan.

"Easy," she smirked. "I captured embarrassing footage of a possessive Draco Malfoy and will probably post it on HootTube and Youtube. Ya know, to humiliate Most Despised Malfoy for life."

(A/N: HootTube is the wizarding YouTube. Because they, like, use owls. )

"Hermione," said Harry in awe. "Sometimes you have something Slytherin about you." Angered, Hermione gave him a right hook to the jaw.

"Oops," she said. "Sorry Harry."

Harry wasn't angry in the least. He held his hurt jaw and asked, "Hermione, where'd ya learn to punch like that?"

She blurted out, "From a little alone time with a punching bag I pretended was Draco Malfoy."

Parvati, who was walking by, paused. "Dang, girl. You have some pent-up hatred!"

The Golden Trio smiled in sync, and got down to actually eating (I.e nibbling at their sandwiches (Harry and Hermione) and stuffing their faces with food (Ron).)

The bell rang soon after, and Hermione deviously called out to Malfoy, "Better get off that slide."

Ooh, she'd got him good. Trapped him in his own words. Several fellow Gryfs whooped in delight.

Nobody was forgetting the slide incident anytime soon, then. Smiling, Hermione zoomed out of the Great Playground, via an uber-twisty slide. She smirked as she caught Malfoy's eye.

Draco P.O.V

She smirked as she caught my eye. Dang it! I had been outclassed, horribly. She had humiliated and thoroughly embarrassed me, in style. She was beautiful and cunning and- Snap out of it, Draco! She's a Mudblood.

*Later*

I sit at my desk in potions next to Crabbe, having finally gotten down from that slide. My conscience had rebelled, but my house would have been mad and I'dv lost a lot of points if I stayed at the Playground. As I chop root of asphodel into perfect 2 centimeter pieces, I can only think about the one who had put me in that situation, with her rosy cheeks and long gingery locks and- OWWW! I cut my finger with my knife. Housemaster Snape sent me to the infirmary straightaway. What was that filthy Muggleborn doing to me?

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! My chapters will be a little short, but please R&R, especially remember to review if you want me to update faster! Dramione? We'll see... :) msceila7