(A/N: Yay, chapter 2! Thanks for reading and reviewing, as always. I'm going to have such fun writing this story, hehehe. Love ya!)
The next day after classes, Hermione paced the length of the common room angrily. She was still fuming due to her previous encounter with Draco. Arms crossed, she spoke to Ron, Ginny, and Harry who were frighteningly staring at her from the couch.
"How dare he?!" she repeated for the twentieth time. "He wants to play with fire then by hell, he's going to get burned."
"Mia, please calm down. You're creeping me out," Ron said.
"DON'T CALL ME MIA!"
"Merlin, why are you so angry?!"
"Because Ronald, this buffoon is betting on me. He thinks he could just make people fall in love with him and then just break their hearts!"
"Isn't that what you plan to do?" Ron retaliated.
Hermione glared at him. "Yeah, I am going to do it but only because he has this-this shit coming!"
"So, it's on then?" Ginny grinned and Hermione nodded in response.
"There is just one little problem," Harry said. "What if you actually do end up liking, or even loving, him?"
Ron's eyes became wide and alarmed. "No, you would never, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't. This is strictly business," Hermione said.
"Harry does have a point though," Ginny started. "We might be the ones playing with fire. I mean, girls see he is a pompous idiot and they still fall for his charms. He is also quite a piece of eye-candy…"
"GINNY!" the boys bellowed.
"I'm being honest!"
"Well, you know what, it'll be a surprise to everyone when Malfoy falls for me instead of the other way around," Hermione said. "I may not be the most gorgeous girl and I may not have the best body but I can work what I've got."
"Yeah, I know," Ron grinned. "Hey wait! You aren't working anything for him!"
"Ron, I can do what I want with my body."
He gaped at her. "You would sleep with him!?"
"No! Besides, what's the big deal, I'm not a virgin."
"Yeah, because you gave that to me. Are you failing to realize that you are my girlfriend?"
Hermione sighed. "Ronald, I love you. I gave myself wholly to you. I would never, in a million years, betray you. You must understand that I have to do this. I have to hurt Malfoy. He has humiliated and belittled me. No more of that. Him and those other Slytherin bastards want entertainment? Oh, I'll give it to them."
"I just…," Ron muttered. "I don't want to lose you."
"You won't. Please trust me…"
"Fine…do what you have to in order to get your dignity and pride back."
Hermione smiled. "Let the games begin then."
A few weeks passed and Draco did not approach Hermione again. She was starting to think that he had forgotten or that the bet was off. She was sadly mistaken.
"Well, I am stuffed. I'm going to go…err, to the library and read. As always," Hermione said getting up from the Gryffindor table.
"I'll go with you," Ron suggested.
"No, Ron, stay with me!" Ginny pouted. "Harry will be leaving soon to Quidditch practice and I'll be alone."
"Um, okay…"
Hermione smiled. "Such a sweet sibling. See you in the common room!"
That was a close call! Hermione thought, walking towards the abandoned girls' bathroom. If Ron were to find out that I was brewing Ginny an Anti-Pregnancy Potion he would go under cardiac arrest. Then again, I drink it myself, how else did he think we got rid of the protection? He probably thinks I do the Anti-Pregnancy Spell but I hate it. It takes a negative toll on your reproductive organs while the potion is like the muggle pill…
Hermione entered the bathroom, thoughts about pregnancy and such swimming through her mind. She took Harry's invisibility cloak off of a cauldron she had hidden in a corner. She made him lend it to her since he approved of the potion making. She sat on the floor and with her wand, conjured a small fire under it.
"Goodness, this potion takes ages to make," she muttered to herself. "I've been doing this for like a week…"
"Well, if it isn't Granger making an Anti-Pregnancy Potion…," she heard a voice drawl.
"Your girls must take it a lot if you can tell from the smell," she answered, not bothering to turn around.
"They do. You see, I'm not very fond of using Wizard's Wrappers. They get in the way of my fun."
"I don't care about any sort of fun you have, Malfoy," said Hermione, adding crushed leaves to the concoction.
She heard his footsteps approaching her. "Merlin Granger, I guess you aren't a virgin at all. As a matter of fact, if you have to drink the potion, you must screw a lot."
"Ginny and I share one cauldron of it so I make it every two to three months."
"Wow, you and the Weaslette!"
"Yes, I know. It's amazing someone besides you has a good fuck every once in a while," Hermione said. She could feel her blood boiling and when her anger rose, she let some of her inhibitions go.
"Mmm, it sounds good when it rolls off of your tongue."
"What? Fuck? Fuck, fuck, fuck…How does 'Fuck me Malfoy' sound?"
Next thing Hermione knew, she was flipped on her back and Draco was straddling her. He was giving her his trademark smirk and his eyes were glittering with amusement.
"I don't know Granger, how does it sound?" Draco asked, his face inches away from hers.
"Like a horror film," she answered. "You know Malfoy, you really don't faze me."
"You aren't uncomfortable with the fact that I'm over you, my lips threatening to graze against yours…?" he whispered.
"Nope. As a matter of fact, I'm about as turned on as I was the day I walked in on my father taking a shit. This means, I'm not turned on at all."
Draco glared at her. How dare she say that? No one has ever resisted me and she isn't going to be any different. She'll do anything I say and want by the time this bet is over…Not knowing what else to do, he put his lips against hers and kissed her.
Hermione grimaced against his face and grabbed his shoulders. She brought her foot up to his chest and kicked him off of her.
"What is your damage, Granger?!" Draco asked, hitting the floor on his back.
"Draco Malfoy, look at me right now," she said. She dropped her school robe and under it she was wearing her short skirt, a white button up, and a form fitting sweater. It was the everyday school uniform but Hermione was not oblivious to the fact that it hugged her body nicely. "If you want this," she started, pointing at her body, "you're going to have to work for it, darling. Now, get the hell out of here with your lame flirting abilities."
Draco stared at her in awe. Was this the Hermione Granger he had known and taunted for 7 years of his life?
"Get out, sweetheart! This potion is just about ready and I want to do my boyfriend tonight!"
Draco scrambled to his feet and with one last shocked stare, left the bathroom. As soon as Hermione was sure he was far away, she burst into a tearful laughter.
"Does he really think he's going to win this? He obviously doesn't know the ambitious and angry side of Ms. Granger," she said to herself. Grinning, she sat back on the floor and continued brewing the potion.
Later on that night Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room. Ron was playing an intense game of chess with Harry. She winked at Ginny to signal that the potion was done and ready for pick up and then sat beside her.
"Having fun watching the boys?" Hermione asked.
"Always," replied Ginny, rolling her eyes. "Had fun in the library?"
"Actually…," she whispered, "I ran into quite the lagoon creature."
Ginny's eyes widened. "Give me the details of his torture."
Hermione went into a description of her encounter with Draco and Ginny started to giggle uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, moving a chess piece.
"Well, Hermione here was telling me about this bloody pad she found clogging up the toilet and the—"
"SILENCE! That is so disgusting!" Ron scowled.
"Merlin, I'm going to stop asking you girls anything," Harry muttered. "CHECKMATE!!!!!!"
"W-WHAT?!" Ron screamed, flabbergasted.
Harry got up from his seat and started pumping his crotch into the air. "I FINALLY WON AFTER SEVEN YEARS OF PLAYING CHESS WITH YOU!"
Ron stared at the chess board desperately trying to figure out what went wrong. A tear rolled down his cheek and he brushed it away quickly. Harry continued to dance around the common room.
"Ronniekins, are you choking up?" Ginny asked, amusement dripping from her voice.
Hermione giggled behind her hand. "Aw honey, it's just chess…"
"Just chess???" Ron asked.
"Come now, I'll make it feel better," Hermione offered, kissing him. "Okay?"
Ron sniffled and nodded with a large pout. Ginny was now dancing around the room with Harry. Hermione smiled at the scene around her. Harry wasn't the only one celebrating his first checkmate, but internally, she was too. She won her first game of "chess" with Draco and she could not be more satisfied.