"Draco Malfoy's Guide of Seduction"

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Chapter Three : Day Two

"Ugh, I really need to stop shagging Parkinson," Draco shuddered the next morning. "Disgusting hag. She's not nearly as pretty as Hermione. What did I just say? No! No no no no no! She's supposed to fall for me, not the other way around!"

"Draco!" yelled Blaise, walking in to wake up his friend. "You're babbling to yourself again. I hear therapy works, mate. So, how's the little...experiment going?"

"You!" Draco growled. "This is all YOUR fault!"

"What's all my fault?"

"What I just said!"

"What did you say?"

"NOTHING!"

"Er...okay...anyway, why don't we head down to breakfast, hm?" Blaise suggested, backing away from his crazed friend.

"Fine," Draco grumbled.


"Good morning boys!" Hermione chirped as she made her way over to Harry and Ron, hoping that they would actually talk to her.

"What do you want?" asked Harry. Ron ignored her completely.

"I want us to stop fighting. I miss you guys so much. And I'm going through a major crisis and I could use your help."

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to be a bitch to me. Oh, and as for your "crisis", Ginny told me all about it. I'm actually glad you turned me down now. I wouldn't want to be with a slut like you," Ron said, finally speaking up.

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Yeah, she told us all about how you've been shagging Malfoy!"

"But I...no...why..." Hermione stammered, before running back up to the girls' dorm and bursting into tears. "Why would Ginny tell them that? She knows I would never even think about doing something so...so...vile! And I thought she was on my side!"

'Ugh, I already knew Harry and Ron were beginning to hate me, but I always thought I'd have Ginny on my side,' she thought. 'Now no one cares about me. Unless Malfoy does. But even if he does...I don't have anyone. We're sworn enemies...so there's no way. Someone probably bet him to hit on me or something. Er...that's all I am to people. Someone they make bets about and laugh at and talk about and ignore! I bet no one would even care if I left school...it's not like anyone wants me around.'

Hermione's inner-ranting stopped abruptly when something shiny caught her eye. Well, it wasn't so much that it was shiny, but the way the light from the window was dancing off of it that distracted her. "What the -" she whispered, picking up the shiny something. "Oh, it's just a razor."

'Just a razor...' she thought. 'I remember reading somewhere about people that would cut their wrists when they'd get upset...and I'm definitely upset. And, I mean, it's not like anyone would care anyway... Maybe I'll try it...just once. Ugh. No. That's stupid. Everyone may hate me now, but that's no reason to...to...'

Her thoughts trailed off as she stared at the razor in her hand. And then, before her mind could talk her out of it, she took the blade and pressed it gently against her wrist. And with a shuddering breath, she sliced.

"Oh my..." she gasped. The searing pain in her arm mixed with something warmer...something like...satisfaction. "Woah. That was...er...intense."

She watched as the blood began to flow down her hand and had the intense urge to do it again.

'Wait a minute, Hermione! What do you think you're doing?' screamed the voice inside her head. 'This is crazy! You're going crazy. Look, just go down to breakfast and apologize to Ron. Then beg Harry and Ginny to stop hating you. And maybe everything can go back to normal. Okay? Okay! Now move it, missy!'

But, being the stubborn girl that she was, she ignored the little voice and sliced her wrist open again. And again. At this point she tore her gaze from her scarlet wrist and looked down at the floor...where a little pool of blood was already forming. That snapped her out of her trance.

"Oh no! What have I done? What have I done?" she shrieked, hastily getting a towel to hold on her wrist. "Ugh, I've really lost it..." As soon as she stopped the bleeding, she cleaned up the blood on the floor and made her way into the bathroom.

She splashed some cool water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. "What's wrong with you Hermione?" she asked her reflection.

"Hermione!" called a voice from right outside the bathroom.

"Oh no! What's Lavander doing in here?" she whispered, then added in a normal voice. "I'm, uh, in the bathroom."

"Are you alright? I noticed you weren't at breakfast and it's almost time for Charms."

"I'm not...er...feeling well. I don't think I'm going to class today," she stammered.

"Seriously? You never miss class! Well...alright...I guess I'll see you later. Did you want me to bring you anything? Like, I don't know, some soup or something?"

"N-no, I'll be alright. See you."

When she heard the door close and was sure that Lavender had gone, she came out of the bathroom and walked over to her bed. When she sat down, she noticed the three red lines covering her right wrist. She shuddered and thought, 'Woah. How did it come to this? I've never been upset enough to do something so stupid. And, I mean, it's not like my friends acutally hate me...we're just having a fight...that's all...Isn't it? And Lavander cares about me! She just came up here to see if I was okay. Of course...I always help her out in Charms...but that can't be the only reason she came to check...can it? Ugh! Who am I kidding? NO ONE cares about me...'

She looked over to her bedside table and saw the razor she had used before. And before she knew what she was doing, she had made another cut. After realizing what she'd done, she threw the razor across the room. Then she slammed her pillow down over her face and tried to go to sleep and forget all that had happened.


"Damn it, Blaise! Where is she?" Draco growled, slamming his fist on his desk in Charms. "She never misses class. What's going on? WHAT'S GOING ON?"

"Dude. Why do you even care? You aren't...falling for her, are you?" Blaise smirked.

"Hell no! I just...er...only have a few more days to seduce her. And I have a feeling I'm gonna need every second I can get. So she is not allowed to miss classes! That's against the rules."

"Of course, mate. What ever you say," Blaise said, rolling his eyes.'Easy, Draco,' he thought. 'You don't want Blaise to know the truth. Wait...truth? That was the truth. Ugh. I'm losing it. And it's all stupid Granger's fault. And just who does she think she is not coming to class? How am I supposed to seduce her today? I know! I'll write her a letter...not as good as in person...but it's my only option.'

And without a second thought he pulled out some parchment and wrote,

Hermione, my love,

Why aren't you in class today? Are you not feeling well? Maybe I should come make you feel better. What do you say, gorgeous?

Draco

'There,' he thought. 'That should do it. Ugh. I canNOT wait 'til this week is over. Hitting on Granger is seriously sick.'

"Blaise!" he whispered urgently. "Get your owl to take this to Granger."

"Why can't you use your's?"

"She's out."

"Oh, alright. I'll send a letter to your lover," he winked.

And before Draco could strangle him, the class ended and Blaise ran from the room.

"Arse..." he said.