Disclaimer: Everything in the Harry Potter Universe is not mine. They belong to J.K Rowling.

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A/N: This a reply to the WIKTT challenge, if you've heard stories with similar plot lines along the line of "Gryffindor Stud." That is because there probably is a few lurking around.

Ch. 1

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"Ginny, now that is a woman." Seamus admitted huskily to his friend's late one October night. Several of the accompanying Gryffindor men silently agreed with this claim, but not wanting to further anger the volcano formally known as Ron Weasley, they wisely kept their mouths shut. Meanwhile Ron seemed to be struggling with the idea of killing his friend with several nasty curses or just merely tossing him out the window physically. Regrettably, Seamus continued unaware of the tense air that surrounded him

" No really guys, all that flaming red hair, pouting lips, huge ample-"

"Ahem! What were you saying about my baby sister?" Ron bellowed finally having tolerated enough and standing up to his full height of 6'3. The Irishman had the grace to blush and shrug.

" Right, right sorry mate. (Thankfully the wand and throbbing temple disappeared with his apology) Anyway Harry, what about you, who's on Mr. Potter's shagging list?" The green-eyed boy swallowed down the remaining bits of his butterbeer with difficulty.

" Shagging list? I wouldn't call it-"

" Whatever it's called, who's on it?" Dean interjected sitting up. Who ever thought men didn't gossip were severely misinformed.

"Well... I guess Padama, Parvarti, Lavender and-" He stopped noticing the boys were laughing at him.

"What?"

"You've got several candidates? Merlin Harry, who do you think you are? The bloody Gryffindor stud." Neville uncharacteristically burst out. Dean eyed him unusually, proceeding to remove the suspected problem in from his friend's grasp, Butterbeer. Harry looked hurt and then all of a sudden slightly smug.

" I'll have you know that I've had 3 offers from Ravenclaw to...you know, rock my world." The implications were not lost on the boys who laughed uproariously wanting details and names.

" Only 3? Come on Harry, I've had at least 8, and you know I've indulged in a couple of those" Ron commented leaning back against several pillows triumphantly. " So, I'm the true Gryffindor stud, relatively speaking."

" Ron, you couldn't seduce a house elf." Someone snorted unladylike behind them. Turning around with a jump, the men found Hermione Granger leaning against the door frame looking highly amused at the 'slumber party.'

" Hermione! Don't you knock!" Neville squealed covering his half-naked body with a pillow.

" Didn't think you all would be awake" she giggled " Anyway, um Harry can I borrow your winter cloak?" Pointedly staring at his trunk, Harry got the hint.

" My winter c- oh! Sure Mione hold on."

She watched as he got up and got out the silvery fabric, covering it with another.

"Taking a walk?" Dean asked popping in a flavor bean, instantly grimacing (" Ick, flobberworm flavor.")

" Yeah, just want to clear my head before going to up to bed."

"Aw Hermione, don't leave. We never get to see you anymore now that you've become head girl." Seamus wined; " we miss your girly essence." Ron coughed, rolling his eyes.

" Hermione girly? You're better off calling Pansy a Ravenclaw. Naw Our Hermione would never become one of those beautifying chits like Lavender or Pavarti. She's one of us." The head girl frowned deeply hurt. "One of us?" Dear God. That could only mean one thing, she was compared to a bunch of sweaty brainless boys. (Not saying that she didn't love them dearly though.)

" Stuff it Ron, I happen to know Hermione has been the object of several Hufflpuff dreams." Seamus interjected, though uncomfortable having to reveal that bit of information.

" Nooo, don't tell me that!" Ron shrieked covering his ears

" From what I gather, Hermione's thought to be a demon in the sack." Sheepishly grinning, the object of this conversation felt compelled to add.

" Really...I quite agree on that last opinion." Several eyes seemed to bug out and jaws tended to drop to the floor.

" Bloody hell Hermione, So what are you implying exactly? That you're the Gryffindor stud?" Dean snorted

" I very well could be."

Whoa, were did that come from? Mentally chastising herself, she sat down between Harry and Neville.

" Speaking of which, who, if given the chance would you shag?" Seamus asked changing the subject.

" I don't shag Finnegan." She said rather stiffly.

" Right... that's right, Hermione's a lady." Dean grinned, earning a pillow tossed at his head.

" Fine, who would you like a meaningful lasting relationship with?"

" Are you mocking me?"

" Course not! I'd like one with Ginny, Neville with Susan bones, Dean wants a VERY meaningful relationship with Blaise Zabini * smirk*, Ron - Pavarti, and get this... Potter has a whole list." He replied laughing, while Harry blushed.

" Well... It doesn't matter anyway, I don't like anyone."

" Someone seems to be telling a lieee." Ron sang happily, while his friend denied it whole-heartedly

" No, I'm not; there hasn't been anyone seriously since well... you know." Suddenly the room became uncomfortably quiet; for this was the first reference to her relationship with that asshole Terry Boot. They had been dating for the good part of a year when she found out that he'd been swinging the other direction with Gregory Goyle no less. Poor Crabbe had been crushed at the news.

"Well... actually..." She added tentatively, the mood suddenly lifted causing several ears to perk up.

" Who?" Dean prompted nudging her a bit.

" No, you'll think I'm absolutely disgusting"

" You obviously have never smelled Neville's socks. Come on we'll be good. Right guys?"

" Right!" They chorused, clearly interested in who could spark an interest from their favorite bookworm.

" Fine, I sort of like- Ilikeprofessorsnape." She mumbled, watching their faces. Particularly Ron's, who's turned a funny shade of pink. Preparing for the onslaught of nasty comments, she closed her eyes and waited.

" HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

*Blink* That certainly wasn't expected. 5 seconds later, the others joined in, falling all over themselves in hysterics.

Standing up, looking severely hurt, she prepared to leave the room.

" No wait... It's not that, really. We meant available people, non-slimy people; no offence mione but not even you could get him in the sack."

" Unless she read him to sleep!" This comment caused the whole room to dissolve into laughter yet again.

" I could too! And he'd be very interested." She sulked in the corner, how dare they insult her femininity? She perfectly aware of her lack of love life, and tendency to make men turn to pansy's.

"Right Hermione, that guy is as dry as they come, don't fool yourself." Harry said rooting around for another butterbeer

" He's right, you'd be better of trying to mate with a hippogriff." Ron stated calmly as if it was the absolute truth.

" Bugger off! Just because you can't get any, don't assume that just because I'm having a low period in my love life, that I would automatically resort to your methods of 'release.'

She said guestering towards the shining paddocks outside the window. Flaming red, Ron struggled for some sort of come back.

" Fine, If you're the supposed Gryffindor stud, then you'll have no problems with a little wager?"

" Such as?"

" I bet you can't shag Snape by Christmas."

Her eyes widened,

" Are you completely off your rocker? Severus is a professor, he could get fired."

"Severus? huh? Anyway, you're absolutely right, how about graduation, with your sex appeal it could take awhile."

He was bating her. She knew it, and was a sucker for it.

"Fine, and if I don't?"

" Then you have to burn your precious Hogwart's: a history and rid us all of its evil presence."

Fear grasped her and she shrieked,

"No! You wouldn't, what do I get if I win?"

" Satisfaction of being the official Gryffindor house stud."

Improving my love life while I'm at it... Wait no! I couldn't jeopardize his job for a stupid bet. Hermione pondered quietly

" Quitting already? I figured you didn't have the spine to attempt it." Ron said grinning,

" Always thought she'd do well in Ravenclaw." Harry added for fun

" Most definitely." Neville thoughtfully concluded.

" ALRIGHT!" She shrieked unable to take it any longer.

" I'll do it, just to piss you off Ronald Weasley. I've got sex appeal, and by the end of all this nonsense you'll be well aware of it, but on one condition."

" And what's that?"

"All of you have to do it with me."

"No way am I shagging Snape." Neville cried out in a panic, Hermione looked at him as if he was completely stupid.

" Each of you have to have sex with your desires by graduation. Winner takes all " The boys all grinned evilly

" Come one Granger, that is way too easy." Seamus laughed

" Are you saying my sister is easy?!" Ron shrieked angrily pulling out his wand. Ignoring them, she looked to everyone else

" In or out boys, because either way, I'm not going in this alone." Harry noted how Gryffindor all this was and nodded.

" I'm in."

" Me too."

"Always fancied myself Gryffindor stud." Dean commented as they all shook hands

" Well...we've got exactly eight months; Hermione probably wants to get her beauty sleep."

"Humph." They all stood up and went to their respective beds pondering the situation they had just gotten into.

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On the other side of the castle, one very bewildered potions master awoke to the feeling of oncoming doom.

Authors Note: I haven't got a beta yet and I haven't the patience or time to wait until I've found one. So you'll just have to suffer through my grammatical errors like everyone else

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