Author's notes:
As the title probably suggests, this fic is based on the movie 'Cruel Intentions'. There are a few changes, however. This is also contains slash. You have been warned. This is also a semi AU fic because there's some things that obviously don't fit with the HP timeline. Blame my lack of continuity and stupid errors on that. :) Enjoy. I would appreciate comments but if you can refrain from flaming me, that would be lovely. Probably too much to hope for from some people, though.
Dedicated to my best friend because she's not too fond of Harry/Draco. :)
Chapter One:
"Welcome to the end of year feast!" the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, said. "And before you all start eating, I have a very important announcement to make."
An excited murmur swept through the great hall. Knowing that Dumbledore was about to announce the new Head Boy and Head Girl, the sixth years were especially excited.
"I'll just keep this exciting news to myself then," Dumbledore said loudly. His comment naturally resulted in instant silence. "Thank you. It is with great pleasure that I announce the new Head Boy and Head Girl of Hogwarts. Our new Head Boy is..." here, he paused for dramatic effect, eyes twinkling, "Draco Malfoy!"
There was an outbreak of cheering from the Slytherin table. Draco smiled smugly.
The Gryffindor table, however, was less than thrilled.
"I knew he'd get it," Seamus Finnegan whispered to his friend Dean Thomas.
"If only it'd been anyone but HIM," Hermione Granger whispered furiously to Ron Weasley.
Dumbledore motioned for silence. "I'm sure you're all desperate to learn who our new Head Girl is. Well, far be it from me to keep you in any suspense. Welcome your new Head Girl, Hermione Granger!"
Hermione couldn't stop herself from letting out a squeal of excitement.
"Congratulations," Ron told her. "Even if you have to work with that pillock."
Hermione smiled. "I'm sure it won't be that bad."
"Don't count on it," Ron said darkly. "Malfoy isn't like us. He's not someone you want to be associated with."
Hermione nodded briefly and turned her attention to the food. At one point during the meal she caught Draco's eye and winked at him, mouthing "Later". He nodded and winked back.
Several hours later, Draco and Hermione were sitting on the floor of an empty classroom they'd discovered during their fourth year at Hogwarts.
"Didn't we plan this years ago?" Draco was saying. "You and me, ruling the school."
Hermione was leafing through the copy of the Daily Prophet that Draco had brought with him. "Another year of pretending to be the perfect little witch. I don't think I can stand it."
Draco moved closer to her. "Oh, but you do it so well."
Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Not like you, hm?"
"What can I say? I have a reputation to maintain." Draco shrugged and took the newspaper from Hermione.
"Right. And what a reputation it is. Tell me, however did you convince Dumbledore to make you Head Boy?"
Draco grinned, leaning back against the wall. "Didn't have to. Snape did it for me."
"Of course..." Hermione said thoughtfully. "But speaking of your reputation, I noticed Parvati Patil wasn't at the feast."
"You know how it is," Draco said shrugging. "You Gryffindors have no willpower. It's almost too easy."
Hermione moved so she was sitting on Draco's lap, facing him. "Is it now?"
"Uh-huh," Draco managed to get out, staring at Hermione.
"We might just have to see about that," she whispered, leaning close.
"Oh really?" Draco moved forward slightly, sighing as Hermione stood up.
"But duty calls, I'm afraid. As the perfect little witch that I am, Dumbledore has asked me to his office to meet a new student."
Draco leaned back against the wall again. "I thought first years don't find out they're accepted to Hogwarts till they get the letter."
"She's not a first year," Hermione said. "She's a fourth year. Apparently this girl is the only daughter of very wealthy muggle parents. Mummy is just petrified about sending her little angel off to a wizarding school. She refused to consider it as a possibility until this year, but finally decided to come here and look around. Dumbledore thought that as a muggle-born student I might be able to calm her down."
"Like we don't have enough mudbloods here already," Draco complained.
"Don't make me hurt you," Hermione said, leaning down so that she was on eye level with Draco.
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
Hermione merely smiled and winked. "See you back here when I'm finished."
"Ah, Hermione," Dumbledore said, welcoming the 6th year student into his office.
Hermione was somewhat in awe of Dumbledore's office, it was full of interesting knickknacks and ornaments. Plenty of wizarding things, too. She could see that the new girl and her mother were equally impressed - although the mother seemed more frightened, Hermione noted with disdain.
"What can I do for you, professor?" Hermione asked politely, looking the very picture of a model schoolgirl. She tuned out while Dumbledore rambled on about the new girl and how wealthy she was and how worried her mother was. She nodded occasionally, making sure to smile. 'Just act interested,' she told herself, smiling kindly at the girl. 'I hate this,' she continued.
"So, I leave you all to get acquainted," Dumbledore finished, sweeping out of the room.
'Shit. Time to switch into Model Student mode.' Hermione turned to the girl - 'I don't even know her name!' - and her mother, smiling encouragingly.
"Professor Dumbledore says you're muggle-born like Sarah," the mother said.
Hermione silently breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the girl's name mentioned. "Yes, that's perfectly correct. Hogwarts has been the most wonderful experience for me. In my six years here I've learned all about another world which is so different to my own. I've had an education in wizarding subjects and I've completed them so successfully that I've been named Head Girl of next year. Hogwarts is a wonderful learning environment and Sarah would be perfectly safe here." Hermione smiled again Sarah's mother. 'I'm really able to talk crap when I want to,' she thought.
Sarah's mother was still looking anxious. "Are there any dangerous wizards or witches that might hurt my baby?"
'Oh, for heaven's sake,' Hermione thought, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. "Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard alive today. He'll look after Sarah for you."
Sarah's mother nodded. "Well, that sounds lovely. Sarah, what do you think?"
"What are the boys like?" Sarah burst out.
Her mother shook her head. "You'll have to forgive her. She's at that age."
"That's perfectly fine," Hermione said. "Most of the boys come from highly respected wizarding families and are very mature and sensible. There are a few exceptions, naturally, but one does one's best to avoid those."
Sarah's mother nodded. "With you looking out for her, I'm sure Sarah will be safe."
"If you would like Sarah to spend some time in the wizarding world before you make your final decision, she's more than welcome to stay with me. My parents and I live in a muggle part of London, but we've had our house equipped with many wizarding features."
Sarah looked excitedly at her mother. "Could I?"
"Well, surely it would be putting your parents out, Hermione?" Sarah's mother asked.
"Not at all," Hermione assured her. "My parents are going abroad and I'll be at home by myself. Truth be told, I'd welcome the company."
Sarah's mother was nodding again. "Thank you for your very kind offer. I'm sure Sarah will be in excellent hands with you looking out for her."
Hermione smiled graciously. "You don't have to worry about Sarah. I'll make sure she's well looked after."
Hermione collapsed next to Draco in the empty classroom.
"How was the meeting?"
Hermione made a face. "She's a goody two shoes little brat with a bitch of a mother. I invited her to stay with me over the holidays."
"Tell me you have an ulterior motive."
"But of course." Hermione smiled, evilly this time. "Holidays are always boring. I could do with a bit of a challenge. I'm going to turn mummy's girl into the school slut before school starts again." She paused, eying Draco thoughtfully. "I don't suppose you'd want to help me?"
"Please," he said sarcastically. "Way too easy. I like conquests with SOME challenge."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose Michael Ross was a challenge?"
Draco shrugged. "Michael Ross was worth 50 pounds. If you recall, you were the one who bet me I couldn't make him sleep with me. I wasn't going to throw money away."
"What were you doing?" she asked, changing the subject.
Draco held up a leather bound book. "Writing up the Parvati episode in my journal."
"You and that journal," Hermione said, shaking her head.
"How else am I going to keep track of my conquests?"
"There's something very girly about keeping a journal."
Draco shot her a look. "I'm bisexual. I'm allowed to be girly."
"Doesn't really go with your image though, tough guy."
Draco put his journal down and started leafing through the Daily Prophet. "I have something to show you."
He passed the paper over to Hermione, who yawned when she saw the heading. "Harry Potter again? Haven't you stopped obsessing over him yet?"
Draco smirked. "The article is all about what a good little boy he is. Perfect in every way. Sweet and innocent and naïve."
Hermione looked incredulously at Draco. "You're not thinking of..."
Draco nodded, taking the paper back.
"No way. He's out of even your league. Besides, doesn't he go to school in France or something?"
"Au contraire, my dear. It has been decided that the precious Harry Potter would be safer under the watchful eye of our very own Dumble Bore. He's coming to Hogwarts. And, not only is he coming to Hogwarts, but he's staying at my aunt's house because she and Dumble Bore are old friends. It's perfect. He'll be my greatest triumph ever."
Hermione took the newspaper back and studied the photo of Harry Potter. "There's no way you'd manage to get him into bed. He's the moral type. He wouldn't fall for your charms."
"Care to make a little wager on that?"
Hermione stretched. "I'll think about it."
Draco stood up, picking up his journal on the way. "You know I'll beat you." He reached the door and was about to open it when Hermione stopped him.
"Draco. You forgot your paper."
He came back to get it, eyes meeting as their fingers brushed.
"About your little bet."
"Yes?"
"Count me in."
"What are the terms?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "If I win, I get your collection of magic books."
"And if I win?"
"I'll give you something you've wanted since fourth year." She slipped her robe off her right shoulder.
"And what might that be?" Draco asked, playing dumb.
"Me," Hermione whispered leaning close and looking seductively at Draco.
Draco laughed, taking a step back. "What makes you think I'd trade my entire - priceless - collection of family heirloom magic books for you?"
"Because out of all the students in this school, I'm the one person you can't have and it kills you." She started undoing her robe, not taking her eyes from his. "Now's your chance. Don't deny you want me." She stepped forward, ever so lightly brushing her lips against his. When Draco remained silent, she turned and headed for the door, pausing before she opened it.
"Deal."
Hermione smiled to herself as she heard Draco's words. "Happy hunting, Draco," she said as she left.
As the title probably suggests, this fic is based on the movie 'Cruel Intentions'. There are a few changes, however. This is also contains slash. You have been warned. This is also a semi AU fic because there's some things that obviously don't fit with the HP timeline. Blame my lack of continuity and stupid errors on that. :) Enjoy. I would appreciate comments but if you can refrain from flaming me, that would be lovely. Probably too much to hope for from some people, though.
Dedicated to my best friend because she's not too fond of Harry/Draco. :)
Chapter One:
"Welcome to the end of year feast!" the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, said. "And before you all start eating, I have a very important announcement to make."
An excited murmur swept through the great hall. Knowing that Dumbledore was about to announce the new Head Boy and Head Girl, the sixth years were especially excited.
"I'll just keep this exciting news to myself then," Dumbledore said loudly. His comment naturally resulted in instant silence. "Thank you. It is with great pleasure that I announce the new Head Boy and Head Girl of Hogwarts. Our new Head Boy is..." here, he paused for dramatic effect, eyes twinkling, "Draco Malfoy!"
There was an outbreak of cheering from the Slytherin table. Draco smiled smugly.
The Gryffindor table, however, was less than thrilled.
"I knew he'd get it," Seamus Finnegan whispered to his friend Dean Thomas.
"If only it'd been anyone but HIM," Hermione Granger whispered furiously to Ron Weasley.
Dumbledore motioned for silence. "I'm sure you're all desperate to learn who our new Head Girl is. Well, far be it from me to keep you in any suspense. Welcome your new Head Girl, Hermione Granger!"
Hermione couldn't stop herself from letting out a squeal of excitement.
"Congratulations," Ron told her. "Even if you have to work with that pillock."
Hermione smiled. "I'm sure it won't be that bad."
"Don't count on it," Ron said darkly. "Malfoy isn't like us. He's not someone you want to be associated with."
Hermione nodded briefly and turned her attention to the food. At one point during the meal she caught Draco's eye and winked at him, mouthing "Later". He nodded and winked back.
Several hours later, Draco and Hermione were sitting on the floor of an empty classroom they'd discovered during their fourth year at Hogwarts.
"Didn't we plan this years ago?" Draco was saying. "You and me, ruling the school."
Hermione was leafing through the copy of the Daily Prophet that Draco had brought with him. "Another year of pretending to be the perfect little witch. I don't think I can stand it."
Draco moved closer to her. "Oh, but you do it so well."
Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Not like you, hm?"
"What can I say? I have a reputation to maintain." Draco shrugged and took the newspaper from Hermione.
"Right. And what a reputation it is. Tell me, however did you convince Dumbledore to make you Head Boy?"
Draco grinned, leaning back against the wall. "Didn't have to. Snape did it for me."
"Of course..." Hermione said thoughtfully. "But speaking of your reputation, I noticed Parvati Patil wasn't at the feast."
"You know how it is," Draco said shrugging. "You Gryffindors have no willpower. It's almost too easy."
Hermione moved so she was sitting on Draco's lap, facing him. "Is it now?"
"Uh-huh," Draco managed to get out, staring at Hermione.
"We might just have to see about that," she whispered, leaning close.
"Oh really?" Draco moved forward slightly, sighing as Hermione stood up.
"But duty calls, I'm afraid. As the perfect little witch that I am, Dumbledore has asked me to his office to meet a new student."
Draco leaned back against the wall again. "I thought first years don't find out they're accepted to Hogwarts till they get the letter."
"She's not a first year," Hermione said. "She's a fourth year. Apparently this girl is the only daughter of very wealthy muggle parents. Mummy is just petrified about sending her little angel off to a wizarding school. She refused to consider it as a possibility until this year, but finally decided to come here and look around. Dumbledore thought that as a muggle-born student I might be able to calm her down."
"Like we don't have enough mudbloods here already," Draco complained.
"Don't make me hurt you," Hermione said, leaning down so that she was on eye level with Draco.
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
Hermione merely smiled and winked. "See you back here when I'm finished."
"Ah, Hermione," Dumbledore said, welcoming the 6th year student into his office.
Hermione was somewhat in awe of Dumbledore's office, it was full of interesting knickknacks and ornaments. Plenty of wizarding things, too. She could see that the new girl and her mother were equally impressed - although the mother seemed more frightened, Hermione noted with disdain.
"What can I do for you, professor?" Hermione asked politely, looking the very picture of a model schoolgirl. She tuned out while Dumbledore rambled on about the new girl and how wealthy she was and how worried her mother was. She nodded occasionally, making sure to smile. 'Just act interested,' she told herself, smiling kindly at the girl. 'I hate this,' she continued.
"So, I leave you all to get acquainted," Dumbledore finished, sweeping out of the room.
'Shit. Time to switch into Model Student mode.' Hermione turned to the girl - 'I don't even know her name!' - and her mother, smiling encouragingly.
"Professor Dumbledore says you're muggle-born like Sarah," the mother said.
Hermione silently breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the girl's name mentioned. "Yes, that's perfectly correct. Hogwarts has been the most wonderful experience for me. In my six years here I've learned all about another world which is so different to my own. I've had an education in wizarding subjects and I've completed them so successfully that I've been named Head Girl of next year. Hogwarts is a wonderful learning environment and Sarah would be perfectly safe here." Hermione smiled again Sarah's mother. 'I'm really able to talk crap when I want to,' she thought.
Sarah's mother was still looking anxious. "Are there any dangerous wizards or witches that might hurt my baby?"
'Oh, for heaven's sake,' Hermione thought, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. "Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard alive today. He'll look after Sarah for you."
Sarah's mother nodded. "Well, that sounds lovely. Sarah, what do you think?"
"What are the boys like?" Sarah burst out.
Her mother shook her head. "You'll have to forgive her. She's at that age."
"That's perfectly fine," Hermione said. "Most of the boys come from highly respected wizarding families and are very mature and sensible. There are a few exceptions, naturally, but one does one's best to avoid those."
Sarah's mother nodded. "With you looking out for her, I'm sure Sarah will be safe."
"If you would like Sarah to spend some time in the wizarding world before you make your final decision, she's more than welcome to stay with me. My parents and I live in a muggle part of London, but we've had our house equipped with many wizarding features."
Sarah looked excitedly at her mother. "Could I?"
"Well, surely it would be putting your parents out, Hermione?" Sarah's mother asked.
"Not at all," Hermione assured her. "My parents are going abroad and I'll be at home by myself. Truth be told, I'd welcome the company."
Sarah's mother was nodding again. "Thank you for your very kind offer. I'm sure Sarah will be in excellent hands with you looking out for her."
Hermione smiled graciously. "You don't have to worry about Sarah. I'll make sure she's well looked after."
Hermione collapsed next to Draco in the empty classroom.
"How was the meeting?"
Hermione made a face. "She's a goody two shoes little brat with a bitch of a mother. I invited her to stay with me over the holidays."
"Tell me you have an ulterior motive."
"But of course." Hermione smiled, evilly this time. "Holidays are always boring. I could do with a bit of a challenge. I'm going to turn mummy's girl into the school slut before school starts again." She paused, eying Draco thoughtfully. "I don't suppose you'd want to help me?"
"Please," he said sarcastically. "Way too easy. I like conquests with SOME challenge."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose Michael Ross was a challenge?"
Draco shrugged. "Michael Ross was worth 50 pounds. If you recall, you were the one who bet me I couldn't make him sleep with me. I wasn't going to throw money away."
"What were you doing?" she asked, changing the subject.
Draco held up a leather bound book. "Writing up the Parvati episode in my journal."
"You and that journal," Hermione said, shaking her head.
"How else am I going to keep track of my conquests?"
"There's something very girly about keeping a journal."
Draco shot her a look. "I'm bisexual. I'm allowed to be girly."
"Doesn't really go with your image though, tough guy."
Draco put his journal down and started leafing through the Daily Prophet. "I have something to show you."
He passed the paper over to Hermione, who yawned when she saw the heading. "Harry Potter again? Haven't you stopped obsessing over him yet?"
Draco smirked. "The article is all about what a good little boy he is. Perfect in every way. Sweet and innocent and naïve."
Hermione looked incredulously at Draco. "You're not thinking of..."
Draco nodded, taking the paper back.
"No way. He's out of even your league. Besides, doesn't he go to school in France or something?"
"Au contraire, my dear. It has been decided that the precious Harry Potter would be safer under the watchful eye of our very own Dumble Bore. He's coming to Hogwarts. And, not only is he coming to Hogwarts, but he's staying at my aunt's house because she and Dumble Bore are old friends. It's perfect. He'll be my greatest triumph ever."
Hermione took the newspaper back and studied the photo of Harry Potter. "There's no way you'd manage to get him into bed. He's the moral type. He wouldn't fall for your charms."
"Care to make a little wager on that?"
Hermione stretched. "I'll think about it."
Draco stood up, picking up his journal on the way. "You know I'll beat you." He reached the door and was about to open it when Hermione stopped him.
"Draco. You forgot your paper."
He came back to get it, eyes meeting as their fingers brushed.
"About your little bet."
"Yes?"
"Count me in."
"What are the terms?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "If I win, I get your collection of magic books."
"And if I win?"
"I'll give you something you've wanted since fourth year." She slipped her robe off her right shoulder.
"And what might that be?" Draco asked, playing dumb.
"Me," Hermione whispered leaning close and looking seductively at Draco.
Draco laughed, taking a step back. "What makes you think I'd trade my entire - priceless - collection of family heirloom magic books for you?"
"Because out of all the students in this school, I'm the one person you can't have and it kills you." She started undoing her robe, not taking her eyes from his. "Now's your chance. Don't deny you want me." She stepped forward, ever so lightly brushing her lips against his. When Draco remained silent, she turned and headed for the door, pausing before she opened it.
"Deal."
Hermione smiled to herself as she heard Draco's words. "Happy hunting, Draco," she said as she left.