Author's Note: So, this is my second one-shot. I've had this plot running in my head after I listened to the song 'Draco Malfoy' by 'Swish And Flick'. While reading this fic, I suggest listening to this song.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine.
This story has been totally rewritten.
Maybe Betting Wasn't So Bad
How could I be stuck in this situation? Screamed Hermione Granger in her mind as she stood on Slytherin table in her far-too-short green skirt.
Are you confused? I would be too.
Harry Potter sold the story of his last seven years to Muggle writer who wrote seven books about it. The books were a very big hit. They were bestsellers and people were even writing fanfiction based on them. There were videos and games and movies. And there were music bands singing about characters and objects.
But you all know about this. Otherwise you wouldn't be here reading this story.
Now, that was all very good for our now-famous students. But everything went downhill when Headmistress McGonagall cast the spell that allowed Muggle contraptions to be used at Hogwarts. Naturally, people found out about such important web pages as Google and YouTube. Perhaps, Hermione had done something for Fate to punish her so, but Draco Malfoy (why that pureblood supremacist even had a computer she didn't know) found a song about him written by Swish and Flick.
Hermione made a very big mistake, when she bet Draco Malfoy, that Gryffindor would win the upcoming match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, Draco Malfoy would wear red and gold cloak, stand on Gryffindor table and sing I've Had Harry Potter Inside Me by The Whomping Willows. If Slytherin won, Hermione Granger would wear very revealing clothes in silver and green colours, stand on Slytherin table and sing Draco Malfoy by Swish and Flick.
She lost the bet.
So, that was why she was standing on Slytherin table, wearing a silver top that revealed quite a bit of cleavage, a as-already-stated far-too-short light green skirt and knee high forest green leather high heel boots. As make-up, she only had lip-gloss, eye-liner and eye-shadow.
Hermione took in a deep breath and flicked her wand. Instantly, the only light in the Great Hall was the spotlight on her. The hall was filled with music. She charmed her voice loud and started singing.
Draco Malfoy
You've been a very bad boy
A Death Eater at sixteen
And now you make the girls scream
The people in the Great Hall gasped as one. It wasn't every day that Gryffindor Princess sang about Slytherin Prince, wearing clothes she usually wouldn't be caught dead.
Draco Malfoy
You know you make me hot boy
I want you to deflower me
Like Lavender or Pansy
Scratch that. Sang in a very suggestive manner.
The aforementioned girls blushed a very deep shade of red. Pansy Parkinson was known as Draco Malfoy's first girlfriend, but nobody knew that Lavender Brown gave her virginity to him.
Draco Malfoy
You could be my boy toy
Play you like exploding snap
If I can get down on your lap
Hermione looked around the Great Hall. People were looking flabbergasted at her. She hardly dared a glance at Gryffindor table, fearing the reactions of her two best friends and the arch-enemies of a certain Draco Malfoy. She slid down in Malfoy's lap, singing the last line in his ear and biting his earlobe, eliciting a soft groan out of him and feeling the hardening in his pants.
I love the way you talk
With your sexy British drawl
I love the way you make
Your little house elves crawl.
Hermione returned to her previous place on the table, feeling decidedly smug about his reaction. Though she still had to try very hard to not sing the last line through gritted teeth, hating the slight at poor House-Elves.
I love your grey eyes
And your white-blonde hair
Damn, she loved these two lines. You see, Hermione Granger had liked Draco Malfoy since they returned to their repeated Seventh Year at Hogwarts. To her, he had looked changed, not the same bullying and bigoted person. Shame that his arrogance and evilness didn't abate, resulting in her standing here.
I love the way you act
Like you just don't care
Follow me up
To the Astronomy Tower
After we're done
You might need a cold shower.
That was probably true, as she was very inexperienced in that field. He probably wouldn't even come up to the Tower. Then she nearly slapped herself. Now wasn't the time for her sex fantasies about him.
You're the hottest boy
In Slytherin
Well, that's true, thought Hermione. Malfoy was the hottest boy not only in Slytherin, but in whole Hogwarts. How damn unfair was that?!
You make me go wild
With your come hither grin
Fuck, she loved his grin, but bitterly thought about the fact that it was never for her.
There are things I want to do
But I'm afraid it's a sin
Hermione nearly laughed out loud. She didn't think anything was a sin concerning Draco Malfoy. Damn him for driving her crazy.
Let's play Quidditch naked
And I'll even let you win
She suddenly thought about riding his own broomstick and nearly moaned out loud. Snap out of it, Hermione!
Draco Malfoy
There's no need to be so coy
Sadly only Merlin knows
What you've got beneath your clothes
If only that was true. She was sure half of the Hogwarts female population had seen him beneath his clothes. It was a shock that she didn't burn then and there with jealousy.
Draco Malfoy
Don't be such a killjoy
Why you acting like you're shy
I know you're not a modest guy
Hermione snorted in her mind. She wouldn't really call Draco Malfoy modest or shy. He was probably the most arrogant boy in whole school.
Draco Malfoy
You're bad when you're a good boy
You snitched about some dragon eggs
But can I get between your legs?
Damn, now even this song was driving her crazy. Now she would probably fantasize about him all night.
Draco Malfoy
You've been a very sad boy
You couldn't kill off Dumbledore
Still I want you even more
She was eternally relieved that Malfoy wasn't the one who killed Dumbledore. Hermione would probably commit a suicide if she like Dumbledore's murderer.
Like the patronus charm
I'll be your protection
Just as long
As you give me affection
Oh Merlin, what she wouldn't do if he gave her affection. She would even burn all her books. Damn it! What was Draco Malfoy doing to her?
You're so smart
People call you a genius
Hey! I resent that! A voice called somewhere in her mind. Hermione didn't have time for that, even though she thought it was unfair that she was the top of class and Draco Malfoy was being called genius.
I'll show you mine
If you show me your
Dark mark
On your left arm
I'll keep it a secret
Like a fidelius charm
How could she have forgotten that Malfoy was a Death Eater? Of course, he and his mother avoided Azkaban, mostly because Harry stood up for them at their trials, though they still bribed some people. His father was serving five years sentence in Azkaban. The prison wasn't protected by Dementors now, though there were enchantments that probably bested Dementors in sucking people's good memories out.
Although you can't
Catch the snitch
If only his poor Seeker skills lasted till after the match. Hermione still couldn't believe that Draco Malfoy got the Snitch before Harry Potter. And the match was the one that mattered to her most.
You can't deny
You're filthy rich
So long as you let me scratch that itch
I'll be your most devoted witch
She was horrified to find that she meant those words. Oh God, how far had she fallen?
Draco Malfoy
You've been a rather foul boy
There ain't no one you wouldn't hex
And that makes me just want your sex.
Just as the last word came out of her mouth, a realization crashed down at her.
Hermione Granger was in love with Draco Malfoy.
It took all her will power not to break down then and there crying. Hermione climbed down the table and with as much dignity and grace as she could muster, walked out of the Great Hall.
After she was behind the doors, tears slipped down her face. Hermione ran for the Room of Requirement. She couldn't face anyone now. She paced across the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, thinking I need a cosy room in which nobody will be able to come in.
The door materialized and she wrenched it open. What greeted her was a small room with a squashy armchair positioned in front of fire. She collapsed down and started sobbing. She thought that now her friends would hate her (one of the conditions of the bet was that they wouldn't tell anyone until two weeks had past after the consequences); she would be the talk of the school, everybody thinking she was a slut and a hypocrite; but most of all, she thought about the fact the Draco Malfoy would never love her back.
After a few hours, Hermione finally calmed down, promising herself that she would never bet on anything. Suddenly her stomach growled and she realized that she hadn't eaten anything sufficient all day, being too nervous.
Hermione figured out that it was at least after curfew now and came out of RoR, heading towards the kitchens. Just as she was in front of the painting of a fruit bowl, a voice called out her name.
She froze, slowly turning towards the sound, and to her shock and horror, in front of her stood Draco Malfoy, still in his school robes.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She asked, proud that her voice didn't shake.
"I wanted to apologize", said Malfoy, shocking her.
"What do you want to apologize for?" She asked bitterly.
"You know what for. I'm... sorry that I made you sing that song", replied Malfoy, the word 'sorry' coming through clenched teeth. A Malfoy saying sorry wasn't a regular occurrence.
"It's my entire fault. I made the bet – I had to face the consequences", Hermione said with a smile that was both sad and bitter.
Then he did it. He kissed her. She was just standing there, looking too sad with her eyes red and her face puffy and he couldn't stop himself.
Hermione responded, but then realizing what she was doing leaned back.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked shrilly.
Draco knew it was the time to tell her, even though he was afraid of rejection.
"I love you", he said quietly.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to dance a victory dance while squealing like a fangirl.
Was she hallucinating about Draco saying he loved her? She blinked. Nope, he was still standing in front of her, vulnerability etched on his face.
Hermione kissed him. She herself didn't know why she did it. Perhaps it was the way his silver eyes looked with emotions swirling in them, or perhaps his lips looked too inviting.
"So, will you be my girlfriend?" Draco asked after a minute of snogging.
Hermione was about to say yes, when she had an idea. An evil idea.
"Yes, but on one condition".
"What is it?" Draco asked cautiously, wary of the maniacal gleam in her eyes.
"You have to sing I've Had Harry Potter Inside Me, just as our bet required if Slytherin lost".
Draco's eyes were wide with panic, and Hermione was pretty confident in the fact that he would just refuse and leave her then and there, but he accepted.
Both of them were sure that Hermione's evil cackle was heard by the whole population of Hogwarts.
Nine years later, as Hermione Malfoy was getting her daughter Alexia in bed, she reflected on the fact that Maybe Betting Wasn't So Bad.
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