Winner DramioneLove Mini Fest 2016 - Best Dark Fic
Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Professor Draco Malfoy sat back in his luxurious leather office chair, ready for the night's parent/teacher interview.
Smug over his recent triumph, he thought again about his successful revenge against Hermione Granger-Weasley… Many years ago, the Mudblood had deceived him, used him for one night of her pleasure. Then, she'd dumped him for that ginger muppet, Ron Weasley when the man had come sniffing around the next day looking to make it up with her.
So, he'd gotten back at her by winning her daughter's affections, and then taking a similar night of pleasure from the girl…
One month ago…
Draco was patiently waiting by the bar when he heard a female clear her throat behind him. Supressing a smirk, he schooled his features and pretended surprise when he turned to Rose.
"Rose? What are you doing here?" He put on his best voice of concern.
"I came to see you, to talk about us. I know you feel it, too."
He glanced around, feigning worry over Rose's words. "Shh, keep your voice down. It's bad enough you're here on a school night, but to talk about such things in the open... Do you realise if you are seen here by other members of the staff, you'll be expelled?" He put an arm around her, drawing her in as if to protect her. "Well, there's nothing for it. You'll have to stay here until morning and, of course, I cannot in good conscience leave you un-chaperoned. Come."
He cast a Disillusionment Charm over Rose and motioned for her to follow him to the reception area.
"I need a room for the night," he told the desk clerk.
Galleons were exchanged and Draco took the room key from the clerk. He and Rose then made their way up to the room he'd been assigned.
Once inside, Rose threw herself at him, tugging on his robes. "Oh, sir, you have to promise you won't tell on me," she pleaded, "but I had to see you!"
With a faked sign of resignation, Draco replied, "Rose, this mess you've made, coming here, it could mean the end of my job if we're found here together." He assumed an air of frustration for a moment before seeming to make a tough decision. "We should make a solemn vow to each other not to speak about the events of tonight again, and bind that vow with our wands."
Rose's eyes widened in fear, but she agreed anyway, trusting in him to do right by them both.
They joined hands and he swiftly cast the spell.
"There, now that the preliminaries are out of the way, why don't we discuss why you really sought me out tonight," he slyly suggested, slipping a hand down her arm and encircling her waist.
Mission accomplished, many times over.
However, after that one pleasurable night, Draco had decided to use the situation to his advantage. He'd concocted a new plan, which had included him intentionally distancing himself from Rose thereafter, seeming embarrassed by their liaison. That, in turn, caused the girl to spiral into a state of depression, and then into an angsty, typical teenage rebellion.
Of course, now it was his duty as a 'concerned authority figure' in Rose's life to meet with her mother to discuss the girl's academic decline…and to offer what support he could to the girls' distraught mother.
Internally, he congratulated himself on the plan coming to fruition so quickly. Hermione was on her way in now to talk to him about the matter.
A gentle knock at the door disrupted Draco's thoughts. He schooled his features, executing a professional, but friendly mien as he stood up to greet his guest.
"Come," he commanded.
Hermione entered his office, tentative, but determined. He gestured for her to take a seat in a chair across from him.
With the memory of her daughter's innocent, willing body under him still so fresh in his mind, Draco let his eyes roam freely over Hermione. She wore a form fitting suit which accentuated her curves, and her hair was pinned up in a messy up-do, with two stray curls left hanging down to frame her face. She was still beautiful enough to stir his blood.
She sat opposite him, clutching her handbag in both hands and fidgeting.
"I'm sure you know why I have called this meeting, Mrs. Weasley."
He smiled amicably at her, all the while, inside he cringed at the use of that idiotic blood traitor's name.
"I am," she replied curtly.
He eyed her sitting opposite him and did his best to maintain a professional façade. "To be frank, I am concerned by Rose's marks. Within a single month, she has slipped from an outstanding student with top marks to one who is failing my class, as well as her other classes. I have no idea what has caused this decline."
"Her father and I don't know either," Hermione replied somewhat pensively, as if trying to pinpoint an exact date in her mind to explain the odd situation. "The change was so sudden."
His plan falling perfectly into place, Draco adopted a sympathizing look as he slowly climbed to his feet and made his way over to the antique, carved cupboard behind his desk. From it, he pulled out two glasses and a crystal decanter filled with an expensive Scotch Firewhisky. As he poured, he said, "At her age, that can happen. Teenagers tend to be moody, unpredictable creatures."
He made his way back to the desk carrying the two glasses filled to their brims with liquor, noting Hermione nodding in agreement with his commiserative words.
Good, she was following his script, then.
Sitting back down in his office chair, he elegantly slid one glass towards her. With no hesitation she picked it up and took a sip.
They continued to talk about Rose. Draco could see Hermione relishing the intelligent discussion, something she probably lacked at home he mused. Of course he appeared to listen attentively which made her feel as if her concerns were wholly justified.
Slowly their conversation drifted off-topic. Lubricated by alcohol within minutes of finishing her second glass, Hermione began showing signs of intoxication: her posture relaxed, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over a bit. Before long, all her usual reserve was gone and she was outright flirting with him. Draco was fiendishly delighted when she even suggested that they should meet again, "over dinner, perhaps, but only to discuss Rose."
He'd agreed to her proposal, of course, and their meeting came to an end.
As he shut the door behind Hermione with a promise to Owl later, he laughed to himself. He'd done it—he was in! Check another item off his list.
Next up: Obliviate Rose's memory of their clandestine meeting.
Yes, Hermione Granger-Weasley would soon be his again…and then he'd teach her a lesson in how to properly deceive a person. He would destroy her feelings, her reputation, her marriage, and tear her happy family apart. He would make her feel as he had after she'd tossed him aside for that ginger idiot, Weasley.
Indeed, he thought, revenge was a dish best served cold.