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La Déesse et le Dragon
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The Spectacular, Awesome, Deliriously Wonderful Beginning.
A/N: In my excitement and haste to get the story up and going, I was very careless. This first chapter was pretty sub par so I edited and added some parts.
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It wasn't very often when one could stumble upon Draco Malfoy hunched over a large stack of books and ledgers, eyebrows wrinkling and muttering quiet murmurs. Draco Malfoy was up to something indeed, and at that very moment, he was very happy indeed.
The reason for his odd, uncharacteristic behavior was once again the offending Hermione Granger. She had dispassionately announced in front of the entire potions class one of Draco's most guarded secrets. After a long hour of brewing Vérité de la Vierge, a potion that could efficiently determine whether the taker was a virgin or not, the aftermath was not what Draco had imagined.
For all the trouble he had endured by being paired with the 'frizzy-haired bitch,' Draco had expected some sort of a reward, preferably something along the lines of exposing Granger's virginity, and therefore causing a big hassle for the mudblood while everyone jeered and taunted her.
The scowling blonde had not, however, imagined that Hermione Granger would turn the tables on him, exposing his virginity and taking such flourish in doing so. "Little dragon isn't such a sex god, now is he?" She had leered at him, "now Draco, dearest, is there some thing you would like to share with us? Are you impotent?" Hermione had been in her element. "It's quite alright, I understand. But I'm not quite sure as to what the other girls are thinking. Malfoy, it is such a disappointment that you had to let them down. Quite a pity."
Since when had the stupid witch developed such a sardonic, cynical, taunting personality? She had finally grown a backbone, Draco supposed. The witch hadn't even flinched as Snape had gleefully dished out two weeks of detention.
At any rate, Draco did not appreciate being downgraded, especially not by Hermione Granger. Draco was a pureblood brought up in the strictest of households. There was no way he could actually be Slytherin's man-whore like everyone presumed him to be.
To top it off, he had high standards. Draco would never give up anything of his to just any simpering girl. Also, whoever he did give up his virginity to would have to give him hers as well, because Draco Malfoy rarely gave, and when he did, he wanted something equally precious in return.
Technically, Draco was good in bed. He could have any girl down on her knees, trembling, begging him to take her. Yet he never would. He wouldn't let down these beautiful girls of course. He would make sure they got themselves a mind-boggling experience; he would just do it by every means except the standard way.
That had been the case with Draco's latest rendezvous, just the week before with a certain Lavender Brown. The gossip queen had approached him, smelling strongly of an overwhelming peach perfume— Draco hated peaches— batting her eyelashes and leaning over to expose a great deal of cleavage.
"Draco, I was thinking, and I've just realized that I wanted someone special to take my virginity. Ever since third year I've been fantasizing about you. Do you think… would you…" Lavender had inquired in a tone that was quite obvious that she knew she was going to get what she wanted tonight.
Draco, who had been mesmerized the second her full breasts had peeked into view, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Why Lavender, your virginity? I'm honored." He said sarcastically. "But sorry, not tonight."
Lavender didn't give up, which was just what Draco had intended. "You know… most men would beg for this opportunity." She said.
"Am I really classified as 'most men'?" Draco said coldly. "If I was to sleep with you, I would be doing you a favor."
The scantily clad Gryffindor gaped in shock. "But I… please?" She gave one last try.
Inwardly, Draco chuckled. "As you wish. But afterwards, I expect you to say thank you." Having said those words, he had led the eager Lavender to his chambers.
In truth, Draco was being used by all the girls who came to him for a good shag. It was just by his trickery and his talent for twisting situations around that no one would ever suspect it.
After he had 'artfully' pushed Lavender over the edge, giving her a most pleasurable experience, Draco immediately stepped out of bed to wash his hands and rinse his mouth.
"Won't you cuddle for a while?" Lavender said, huskily.
"Why would I cuddle?" He rebuked, muttering a quick scourgify for the sheets. "Out."
Lavender had shuffled from his chambers, clutching her clothing and crying slightly.
Oh yes, Draco was very skilled at turning the tables around. Anyone who asked Lavender about her night would easily assume that she was the one who had been used.
Now, after all of Draco's hard work to ensure his reputation, Hermione had gone and ruined it in just five measly minutes.
In any case, there was one thing that he was certain of. Hermione Granger was going down.
Chuckling, he read over the neatly scripted words on the yellowish pages of his book. 'Désir.' It was a complex potion with a simple name, meaning 'lust'. Oh yes, the mudblood was going to pay for what she had done, and Draco would make sure of it.
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