Pure Blood Pride
Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry for the massive delay in all my writing, but don't worry I am back and I am better than ever. I have an editing programme on my laptop now, which means a lot fewer mistakes will be found (fingers crossed) and I'm also a little older now so I should have a little bit more life experience to be able to write stuff that actually holds your attention.
You should know that I have every intention of taking all my stories down and re-writing them to an actual standard but obviously I'm going to be working on having them all complete by July first, which should hopefully bring back my fan base, as understandably you all kind of think I am unreliable and inconsistent.
Anyway, to sum up what has happened so far in this fic, Harry and Hermione broke up, and for reasons that only Hogwarts can explain a meeting from the Witches and Wizards Relations Committee means that Hermione and Draco need to get a little closer.
Chapter 2.
"What can I do to get her back?" Harry asked Ron.
Ron looked back at him and smiled; he had secretly always really liked Hermione deep down and was actually pretty gutted when they got together. He thought the fact that they considered themselves 'brother and sister' before taking the plunge a little sickening. He knew he could use this time to ensure they never ever got back together and all three of them could potentially go back to being the best of friends again.
"Mate, do you really think that getting her back would be the best thing to do?" He said peering up from his book.
"Have you not seen the pictures of me posted around school?"
He roared at the memory, but quickly stopped himself when Harry looked at him blankly.
"I was thinking about posting some staged photos of her naked? She never even sent me a cheeky picture of herself through the whole time of us being together!"
"If you're going to do this kind of shit Harry you need to go one better than she already has! You can't just repeat what she's already done for you. It's unoriginal and frankly pretty boring!" He paused for breath and thought for a few seconds, "Why don't you get her where it hurts, predicted grades!"
Harry's eyes lit up. "You, my friend, are an evil genius!"
"What's your next plan for Potter then Granger?" Draco asked as he slouched on the chair next to where Hermione was.
"Malfoy, pardon me for being a little rude, but I don't actually think that's got even the slightest to do with you." She took a break from writing down her girl plans to speak.
Draco took the pen from her hand and threw it across the room, then he moved her parchment.
"Listen Granger, the fact of the matter is we are getting a little older and I have come to realise that as much as it pains me to say you are actually a reasonably good witch…"
"Why thank you for the patronising statement Malfoy, how about you go and fu…"
"Listen for Merlin's sake! It was actually a compliment if you think about it. You and I are together for three months, that takes us to Christmas break, by then the Head Boy and Head Girl places will have been decided for next year and if we can prove ourselves then it will definitely be us! That goes very well for future job prospects, correct me if I'm wrong?"
Hermione stayed silent.
"So, I'm right?" He smirked at her.
"Carry on."
"Right, as embarrassing you is pretty much off limits – for now! I may as well take the opportunity to humiliate Pot-Head. You're not forgetting that I have the whole of the male race of Hogwarts in the palm of my hand for the next three months are you?"
Hermione smiled at him. She had a few plans to continue the 'Harry Humiliation' plan, but knew deep down that if any one was a good ally it would be Draco.
"What were you thinking?"
Meanwhile in the Slytherin common room Pansy was talking to a group of girls about her amazing summer with the boy who now will hardly talk to her.
"We made love to each other almost every night, he told me he loved me and that one day we were going to marry each other. We talked about how cute our kids would be with my hair and his eyes and then we come back to school and he is a complete prick! How can someone love you and then hate you in the blink of an eye?"
Her response was a murmur of mixed voices all pretty much saying 'I don't know' or 'there's a fine line between love and hate' and then a voice that stuck out was Lavender.
"You're an absolute idiot, you know that right?"
"I hope you're not talking to me?" Pansy stood up and crossed her arms.
Lavender rolled her eyes.
"Oh my goodness! You really believe that Draco 'loved' you? Throughout the whole of school he has stuck by you because he knows that his parents think you two would make the perfect 'power couple' when we finish. He knows that all he has to do is whisper sweet nothings in your ear and he can have his wicked way with you. Then you'll totter off downstairs and tell your Mum how much you truly love each other. Before you've even got enough time to go back upstairs for seconds she's already nattering to his mum about how the marriage is totally going to go ahead. When in actual fact it was a summer of sex for him. He made an absolute fool of you and to make it worse you genuinely believe his crap. Hello? He's a boy Pansy! Boy's don't give a flying fuck about anyone or anything so long as they can get their you-know-what wet!"
Pansy couldn't believe what she just heard. None of her 'friends' have ever been this honest with her before! None of them dream to say what they were really thinking when she asked an 'honest' opinion. Yet this stupid person who shouldn't even be allowed to make eye contact was willing to risk a sharp slap to allow her to come to a ridiculously blunt conclusion.
"You're right! He is just a boy and boys do only care about that kind of crap! I cannot believe I was that stupid! All of you wastes of skin leave, NOW!"
The rest of the girls left the room very quickly, leaving Lavender sat on an arm chair and Pansy stood in front of the fire.
"What do I do?" Pansy pleaded with her eyes.
Lavender raised an eyebrow and smiled at her, "Play him at his own game, silly!"
"I don't follow."
"You're not thick Parkinson!" Pansy looked at her without the glimmer of hope that Lavender was expecting, "To all of your lessons you have with him, you wear the shortest of skirts, with the sluttiest of blouses and doll yourself up to high heaven to make his realise what he is never going to have again. You lull him into a place where you can have you way with him and then you don't. The ultimate insult."
"Why do you care?"
"You think you're the only girl he was with this summer? Your blonde friend who was keeping very quiet earlier was another one. He was 'in love' with us all! Don't think you're so special!"
"What a bastard!" She sat down and crossed her legs over, "I'm so telling my Mother about this!"
"Don't be an idiot. He'll know as soon as his mum does. Shut up and put up for now, don't let yourself get carried away. There can only ever be one last laugh!"
Hermione and Draco went over a few things between each other, he found hers very rookie-like and she thought his were a little bit harsh. Hermione felt that she should explain to Draco exactly how everything went down when they were together for him to be able to get an accurate image on how Hermione intended to give her pay back.
"Malfoy for goodness sake! I am not going to do that it's ridiculous!"
"Fuck sake! It was brilliant, all you have to do is suggest one of your stupid 'adventures' and slip him the wrong potion, he'll be out of our hair for good!"
"Do you even know why I'm doing this?"
"Do you really think I care? I'm doing this because it's a good way to spend my time, not because I actually want to stick up for you!"
Although Hermione deep down knew that that was the case, she didn't really want to actually hear it come from him. She was hoping that he actually did want to offer a helping hand just because he thought that what she was doing was right. Of course Draco didn't actually have a moral compass and so even though the hope was there, it was short lived.
"All he did was tell a few people that we slept together!"
"That's what we do." Her raised eyebrow said it all, he continued, "Let me put this in prospective for you; men like sex. Girls like emotions. People expect boys to have sex when they're in a relationship. How long were you two together?"
"Just over a year."
"I actually feel a little sorry for the beggar! You didn't give him anything?"
"I let him, you know…" She looked down at herself.
"Finger you? Oral?"
"Ew! That's disgusting! No! None of that!"
"What else is there?"
"I let him touch my breasts once, over my clothes," She smiled, "and occasionally we kissed with tongues."
"You're totally going to hell!" He said sarcastically "A hand gliding over you boob once doesn't count as a touch or a feel it's a bloody accident! If you only occasionally kissed with tongues, what the hell else did you do? Peck each other for half an hour?"
"I knew you wouldn't understand. Perhaps you should think about how sex affects girls for once before completely disregarding their feelings and stuff! For me, personally, sex is a very big deal. It needs to be with someone I can trust. I don't want details about myself surfacing. I don't only want a boyfriend, I want a best friend as well!"
"You're not thirty yet, Granger. God forgive me for saying this but live a little. In this day and age people don't hang out your blood-stained bed sheets for all to see that you were a pure virgin, and you can still wear white and get married in a church even if you've had sixty partners. That stuff doesn't matter any more."
"To you."
"I'm sorry?" He questioned.
"That stuff doesn't matter to you. Harry betrayed my trust by telling people that we did stuff when we hadn't. Not only did it make me look like a liar when I told people that he was amazing and trustworthy but it also made my best girl friends think that I hadn't told them one of the most important things a girl could do!" She sulked, "He completely fucked up everything! My image could have been tarnished, and to even consider saying that I put that disgusting thing in my mouth! He pisses out of that and I know he doesn't wash it every time like he insisted he did!"
All Draco could do was laugh. He had never, ever spoke to a girl about how they feel about sex, or relationships before. He had never wanted to. It made him realise a few things were indeed as true as his mother once told him. Girls are very complicated, and not even some old muggle, Einstein, could figure them out.
"Okay, I admit that was perhaps a little out of line considering that he should know your morals and that. I'm sure everyone knows that you wouldn't do that and stuff, so can we just get back to planning our activities?"
"No, we were trying to figure out what I should do!"
"I don't give a shit!"
"Oh fuck you, Malfoy!" Hermione grabbed her pen and parchment and darted into her bedroom.
All of a sudden after the room stopped shaking from how hard Hermione slammed her door, a light bulb came on in his head. He had the perfect idea. It wouldn't be easy, and she may not agree but it was truly amazing and deeply Slytherin!
A/N: So there is (finally) chapter two of Pure Blood Pride, I hope you enjoyed it. Chapter three will be up either later today or tomorrow.
Thanks for reading guys.
Karla-James
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