Game of Seduction
PG-13 (for now)
Ryo Angel
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"The Book"
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Ten days until Valentine's Day. Ten days until the Dance. And poor ignorant Ronald Weasley still hasn't even begin the preparations to ask her out yet. Briefly the Head Girl, Hermione Granger, wondered if there was a potion or spell to hex him for his slowness, but then thought better of it. With a sigh, she snuggled up more comfortably in her chair and opened her book with a wicked little grin. Looking around, she confirmed that no one was around in that dark dusty corner of the library, the one corner that belonged solely to her… at least, for that moment. She quickly turned the page and settled herself down for a relaxing time. Unfortunately, she didn't have Harry's Invisibility Cloak or a silencing spell... or even a nice flea whacker. But lo, who should show his sexy self, but the Slytherin Prince - the walking, breathing orgasm who (supposedly) leaves no one unsatisfied.
Deeply absorbed in her book, she didn't notice the little... or maybe not too little, dragon sneak... er... walk gracefully up behind her and started reading aloud, "And he took her in his arms, brushing at her temple and told her to shut up before giving her what she always wanted..."
Startled, Hermione quickly slammed the book down and turned around to see Draco smirking down on her. "Well, well, well, mud blood. Didn't figure you for that type of girl."
"There are a lot of things you don't know." Hermione retorted, but slight fear begin to creep slowly into her eyes and she quickly scanned the library room to make sure no other soul was lurking around, "You're not going to tell are you?"
Draco snorted, "Tell? Sex is a completely normal activity. Especially in the wizard world. Just because you're," Here, he used his fingers to put up air quotes, "'Not getting any' doesn't mean anything."
"I would be getting SOMEthing if he'd just take the stupid initiative." Hermione muttered, glaring at his wand, wondering how long it was and what it was made out of. She would just love to grab hold of it and break it off into pieces… that would show him.
"Aww, is lover boy not satisfying you?" He sauntered up to her and leaned in, "You're always welcome in MY bed..." He drew back, a thoughtful smile on his face, "Although I'll probably have to change the bed after..."
She looked up and blushed rapidly, "Not even in your dreams, ferret face." She said, shoving him aside half-heartedly before stomping out.
Laughing, Draco paused for a moment before calling her name, "Granger!" He hurried to catch up with her, "Wait."
She whirled around, "What now?" She growled.
"You forgot your book."
She looked at it with suspicion, "What did you do to it?"
"Me?" His face was full of hurt. "I'm hurt, Granger. Truly, I am."
Hermione snatched the book from his hand and took off, weaving along the halls of Hogwarts, not seeing the slow grin on his face. Soon... very soon...
Hermione reached her room where it was lightly decorated with muggle figurines and magic books for the soul. She tossed the book lightly on her bed and went to take a shower before supper started. As the warm water rushed down on her, she contemplated the many ways to get Ron's attention and the many ways to torture Draco Malfoy. Ah if only...
She got out and got dressed before staring herself in the mirror, grimacing at her wild mane. "At least it's better than Harry's..." She muttered before casting a small spell to make it straight and sleek. She pulled it back into a pony tail and was about to leave when she remembered her book. Pulling it out from an even larger book, she was about to put it in with her secret stash in her mattress when she read the title - "Game of Seduction by Draconis Malfoy."
Draco wrote a sex book? Hermione snorted; of course he wrote a sex book. That's the type of arrogance he had. Wonder what type it is... wonder if it's any good. She hesitated and the supper bell tolled. Well, maybe later tonight. But one little peek now wouldn't hurt... would it?
Wand in hand in case Draco really did hex the book, she flipped it open.
'Are you sexually frustrated? Is your partner not 'getting it'? Do you want to make them notice you? Well, read on, my friend, read on.
This is a game we all play. A game of seduction, to be exact.
A person has to give a little to take in a lot. Give a kiss and get a slave. It all depends on the method. And how badly you want it.'
So engrossed in the book, Hermione didn't move until Dobby came up to get her. "Miss, dinner is ready. Dobby come up to get Miss."
With a shocked yelp, she hid the book under her covers and smiled brightly at Dobby, "I'm coming." 'Soon I hope...' She grinned wickedly as she followed the little house elf down to the dining room. She slowed when she saw Draco staring at her before his lips twitched into a smirk and winked at her. She tossed up her hair and went to sit with her friends, deliberately sitting the farthest from Ron.
Harry was the first to speak, "The dance is coming up... any prospective dates?"
Ron didn't reply, he merely looked at Hermione who shrugged, "I've been asked, but... eh, I think I'll wait."
Asked? By who? Certainly not him. Swallowing, he voiced this question.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She replied coolly, slowly eating her pudding, her tongue licking at the edges daintily, alluringly. She made sure Ron's eyes were on her as she slowly licked her lips and took the spoon in, half-closing her eyes. She pulled the spoon out and continued, excruciatingly slow, she finished her pudding and decided she was too hungry to continue this game, and so began to devour the food... although not as fast as Ron and more lady-like.
Draco was watching and silently applauded at her eating of the pudding and then mentally groaned. She was doing so well too!
Ah well, tonight. Tonight he'll offer a few pointers... for some information. Yes... tonight... and soon... very soon... He suppressed the urge to giggle; after all, Malfoy's do NOT giggle, and finished his dinner.
Later that night in their common room where a mixture of Gryffindor gold and Slitherin silver furniture was sprinkled all around, Draco approached Hermione, "So Granger..." He snuck a sidelong glance at the now blushing Head Girl, "Enjoying your book?"
She looked coldly at him, "How the hell did you become Head Boy?" How could Draco Malfoy, a guy who never studies, never grace the Library with his presence... well... almost never, got the second highest marks at Hogwarts?
"I can give you a REALLY suggestive answer..." He leered, "But I am a Malfoy. We're just naturally brilliant." Hermione shuddered at his response of a 'suggestive answer' and Draco nudged her, "Come on, Granger, loosen up. I have."
Grudgingly, Hermione agreed, Draco HAD loosened up and became less of a prick then he was. Of course, it might just be because he no longer had Lucius looming over his shoulder. Now that Hermione think about it, Draco is pitiful. She looked at him and saw him shaking his head, "Really Granger, I am not pitiful. Just because my father is in Azkaban, my mother dead, and I am virtually an orphan does NOT mean that you can pity me."
Hermione opened and shut her mouth in one smooth manner and then smiled, "Of course." She agreed before her eyes grew stormy, "You're just an egotistical prick who never seemed to grow up." With that, she turned on her heels and stormed off. Or rather, would have stormed off if Draco hasn't hexed her.
Fury in her eyes, she saw Draco approach, "Let me go." She hissed at him.
"I don't think I shall." Draco tossed his head up and smirked, "Not unless you tell me how you liked the book."
For a second Hermione thought about playing dumb, but then thought better of it. She used one of its techniques. Leave it to Malfoy to notice, "It's the most despicable piece of trash I've ever read!"
"And...?" He raised one eyebrow lazily.
Hermione fumed, "And..." Her voice grew into a whisper as she answered reluctantly, "I suppose it offers some advice."
Draco grinned, "Anytime you need pointers, love, just say the word." With that, he released her and walked off, leaving Hermione to glower at the white dragon, contemplating the many ways to skin and skewer him. She'll just have to make do with what she had. With a happy little skip at the thought in her mind, she went to get some rest. After all, tomorrow's going to be a long day...
Author's Notes
Okay people, this is my second attempt at a Hermoine and Ron fic. I'm not really an avid reader of the HP books, but I just ADORE Harry and Draco relationships... so yeah... anyways, this story was written for a friend whom I have been promising a story for... i don't know how long... and I'm looking for a beta reader. Yadda yadda, nothing here belongs to me... except my story plot. And uh... yeah, review if you like, flame if you hate... just... yeah... press the review button and write something in. okay?
PG-13 (for now)
Ryo Angel
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"The Book"
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Ten days until Valentine's Day. Ten days until the Dance. And poor ignorant Ronald Weasley still hasn't even begin the preparations to ask her out yet. Briefly the Head Girl, Hermione Granger, wondered if there was a potion or spell to hex him for his slowness, but then thought better of it. With a sigh, she snuggled up more comfortably in her chair and opened her book with a wicked little grin. Looking around, she confirmed that no one was around in that dark dusty corner of the library, the one corner that belonged solely to her… at least, for that moment. She quickly turned the page and settled herself down for a relaxing time. Unfortunately, she didn't have Harry's Invisibility Cloak or a silencing spell... or even a nice flea whacker. But lo, who should show his sexy self, but the Slytherin Prince - the walking, breathing orgasm who (supposedly) leaves no one unsatisfied.
Deeply absorbed in her book, she didn't notice the little... or maybe not too little, dragon sneak... er... walk gracefully up behind her and started reading aloud, "And he took her in his arms, brushing at her temple and told her to shut up before giving her what she always wanted..."
Startled, Hermione quickly slammed the book down and turned around to see Draco smirking down on her. "Well, well, well, mud blood. Didn't figure you for that type of girl."
"There are a lot of things you don't know." Hermione retorted, but slight fear begin to creep slowly into her eyes and she quickly scanned the library room to make sure no other soul was lurking around, "You're not going to tell are you?"
Draco snorted, "Tell? Sex is a completely normal activity. Especially in the wizard world. Just because you're," Here, he used his fingers to put up air quotes, "'Not getting any' doesn't mean anything."
"I would be getting SOMEthing if he'd just take the stupid initiative." Hermione muttered, glaring at his wand, wondering how long it was and what it was made out of. She would just love to grab hold of it and break it off into pieces… that would show him.
"Aww, is lover boy not satisfying you?" He sauntered up to her and leaned in, "You're always welcome in MY bed..." He drew back, a thoughtful smile on his face, "Although I'll probably have to change the bed after..."
She looked up and blushed rapidly, "Not even in your dreams, ferret face." She said, shoving him aside half-heartedly before stomping out.
Laughing, Draco paused for a moment before calling her name, "Granger!" He hurried to catch up with her, "Wait."
She whirled around, "What now?" She growled.
"You forgot your book."
She looked at it with suspicion, "What did you do to it?"
"Me?" His face was full of hurt. "I'm hurt, Granger. Truly, I am."
Hermione snatched the book from his hand and took off, weaving along the halls of Hogwarts, not seeing the slow grin on his face. Soon... very soon...
Hermione reached her room where it was lightly decorated with muggle figurines and magic books for the soul. She tossed the book lightly on her bed and went to take a shower before supper started. As the warm water rushed down on her, she contemplated the many ways to get Ron's attention and the many ways to torture Draco Malfoy. Ah if only...
She got out and got dressed before staring herself in the mirror, grimacing at her wild mane. "At least it's better than Harry's..." She muttered before casting a small spell to make it straight and sleek. She pulled it back into a pony tail and was about to leave when she remembered her book. Pulling it out from an even larger book, she was about to put it in with her secret stash in her mattress when she read the title - "Game of Seduction by Draconis Malfoy."
Draco wrote a sex book? Hermione snorted; of course he wrote a sex book. That's the type of arrogance he had. Wonder what type it is... wonder if it's any good. She hesitated and the supper bell tolled. Well, maybe later tonight. But one little peek now wouldn't hurt... would it?
Wand in hand in case Draco really did hex the book, she flipped it open.
'Are you sexually frustrated? Is your partner not 'getting it'? Do you want to make them notice you? Well, read on, my friend, read on.
This is a game we all play. A game of seduction, to be exact.
A person has to give a little to take in a lot. Give a kiss and get a slave. It all depends on the method. And how badly you want it.'
So engrossed in the book, Hermione didn't move until Dobby came up to get her. "Miss, dinner is ready. Dobby come up to get Miss."
With a shocked yelp, she hid the book under her covers and smiled brightly at Dobby, "I'm coming." 'Soon I hope...' She grinned wickedly as she followed the little house elf down to the dining room. She slowed when she saw Draco staring at her before his lips twitched into a smirk and winked at her. She tossed up her hair and went to sit with her friends, deliberately sitting the farthest from Ron.
Harry was the first to speak, "The dance is coming up... any prospective dates?"
Ron didn't reply, he merely looked at Hermione who shrugged, "I've been asked, but... eh, I think I'll wait."
Asked? By who? Certainly not him. Swallowing, he voiced this question.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She replied coolly, slowly eating her pudding, her tongue licking at the edges daintily, alluringly. She made sure Ron's eyes were on her as she slowly licked her lips and took the spoon in, half-closing her eyes. She pulled the spoon out and continued, excruciatingly slow, she finished her pudding and decided she was too hungry to continue this game, and so began to devour the food... although not as fast as Ron and more lady-like.
Draco was watching and silently applauded at her eating of the pudding and then mentally groaned. She was doing so well too!
Ah well, tonight. Tonight he'll offer a few pointers... for some information. Yes... tonight... and soon... very soon... He suppressed the urge to giggle; after all, Malfoy's do NOT giggle, and finished his dinner.
Later that night in their common room where a mixture of Gryffindor gold and Slitherin silver furniture was sprinkled all around, Draco approached Hermione, "So Granger..." He snuck a sidelong glance at the now blushing Head Girl, "Enjoying your book?"
She looked coldly at him, "How the hell did you become Head Boy?" How could Draco Malfoy, a guy who never studies, never grace the Library with his presence... well... almost never, got the second highest marks at Hogwarts?
"I can give you a REALLY suggestive answer..." He leered, "But I am a Malfoy. We're just naturally brilliant." Hermione shuddered at his response of a 'suggestive answer' and Draco nudged her, "Come on, Granger, loosen up. I have."
Grudgingly, Hermione agreed, Draco HAD loosened up and became less of a prick then he was. Of course, it might just be because he no longer had Lucius looming over his shoulder. Now that Hermione think about it, Draco is pitiful. She looked at him and saw him shaking his head, "Really Granger, I am not pitiful. Just because my father is in Azkaban, my mother dead, and I am virtually an orphan does NOT mean that you can pity me."
Hermione opened and shut her mouth in one smooth manner and then smiled, "Of course." She agreed before her eyes grew stormy, "You're just an egotistical prick who never seemed to grow up." With that, she turned on her heels and stormed off. Or rather, would have stormed off if Draco hasn't hexed her.
Fury in her eyes, she saw Draco approach, "Let me go." She hissed at him.
"I don't think I shall." Draco tossed his head up and smirked, "Not unless you tell me how you liked the book."
For a second Hermione thought about playing dumb, but then thought better of it. She used one of its techniques. Leave it to Malfoy to notice, "It's the most despicable piece of trash I've ever read!"
"And...?" He raised one eyebrow lazily.
Hermione fumed, "And..." Her voice grew into a whisper as she answered reluctantly, "I suppose it offers some advice."
Draco grinned, "Anytime you need pointers, love, just say the word." With that, he released her and walked off, leaving Hermione to glower at the white dragon, contemplating the many ways to skin and skewer him. She'll just have to make do with what she had. With a happy little skip at the thought in her mind, she went to get some rest. After all, tomorrow's going to be a long day...
Author's Notes
Okay people, this is my second attempt at a Hermoine and Ron fic. I'm not really an avid reader of the HP books, but I just ADORE Harry and Draco relationships... so yeah... anyways, this story was written for a friend whom I have been promising a story for... i don't know how long... and I'm looking for a beta reader. Yadda yadda, nothing here belongs to me... except my story plot. And uh... yeah, review if you like, flame if you hate... just... yeah... press the review button and write something in. okay?