A/N: I said in the beginning that I was simply adding Potter characters to the movie Cruel Intentions. If you don't like it then you don't have to read it. Thank you, and enjoy if you have the capacity.

Hermione was sitting on her bed at Andromeda's in her pajamas. She was rubbing lotion on her arms post-shower when the phone rang.

She answered after the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Draco."

"Hi," Hermione greeted him.

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No," Hermione replied, "not at all."

"Good. Um, did I leave my Quidditch goggles there?"

Hermione looked around the room. "No, I don't think so."

"Alright, well I guess I'll be seeing you around."

Hermione switched ears and sat up. "Is that really why you called me?" she asked.

"No, I called you because I miss talking to you."

"A moment of honesty," Hermione said, impressed with the sincerity in his voice.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it; I'm not liking it too much."

Hermione laughed. "What are you doing tomorrow?" she asked.

"I'm going out with you," he replied coolly.


Ophelia stood in front of a floor length mirror holding a dress up to herself. She was waiting in her favorite boutique to talk with Gloria Brown.

"I got your message and came as quick as I could," Gloria said as she entered the store.

"I hope I'm not keeping you from anything," Ophelia said as she hugged Mrs. Brown in greeting.

"Not at all," she replied worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"It's Lavender," Ophelia said in a calculated tone.

Gloria gasped. "What about her?"

"Well, you have to promise you won't say anything."

"You have my word," Mrs. Brown said with a sharp inhale. "It isn't drugs, is it?"

Ophelia placed her hand gently on Gloria's shoulder. "It's worse."

Gloria collapsed onto the couch that sat next to the mirror. Ophelia joined her and took her hand in a gesture of empathy.

"I think that there is something going on between Lavender and her Quidditch coach," she said in a hushed tone.

"Ronald?" Gloria said in surprise. "That's crazy."

"I know," Ophelia said softly. "She's so young and he's such…"

"A BLOOD TRAITOR!" Mrs. Brown shouted, almost hitting the tea boy who had just set down Ophelia's cup of Earl Grey. He looked at her like she was turning purple, but turned and walked away.

"He's been sending her love letter," Ophelia informed her, "that she hides under her dollhouse. I questioned whether or not to tell you, but something like this could destroy her reputation a Hogwarts. I hope I did the right thing in telling you. I'd hate to see Lavender ruin things with Ernie."

"No, I can't thank you enough for this," Mrs. Brown said franticly.

"You will be discrete about this?" Ophelia asked.

"Absolutely," Gloria exclaimed, terrified to discover whether or not what Ophelia said was true.


Lavender took a smooth lap around the Quidditch pitch and landed with ease in front of Ron.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Gloria asked angrily as she marched through the gate.

"Excuse me?" Ron asked in confusion.

"I'm paying you to give Quidditch lessons, no pervert my child," she said in a deadly calm voice.

"Mrs. Brown," Ron said, "I think you are misunderstanding something."

Gloria reached into her pocket and thrust a letter that Ron had written to Lavender toward him.

"Would you care to explain this then?" she asked with a hiss.

Ron took the letter, read the first few lines, then looked at Lavender in fear, confirming that it was one of his.

"Where did you find those?" Lavender asked with tears in her eyes.

"Patricia found them while she was cleaning," she lied. "Now you go to your room. NOW!"

"MUM!" Lavender yelled.

"NOW!"

Lavender began to cry and ran off the pitch.

"How dare you treat me with such disrespect?" Gloria asked. "I got you off of the streets, and this is how you repay me?"

"Got me off the streets?" Ron asked angrily. "I live in Devon!"

"Whatever!" she yelled. "Now, you are never to set foot in my house again, and you are never, I mean never to see my daughter again. Do you understand me?"

"First of all," Ron said angrily, "I never touched you daughter, and second, I would like to think that in these times someone of your stature would be able to look through bloodlines."

"Oh, don't give me any of that Pureblood vs. the world crap!" Gloria shouted. "My husband and I gave money to Cornelius Fudge!"

"Well I guess that puts me in my place," Ron said. "Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Brown. It was a true awakening."

With that said Ron took his broom and walked toward the gate. "THE BLOOD TRAITOR'S GONE, THE BLOOD TRAITOR'S GONE!" he shouted when he reached the exit.

Waiting on the other side of the gate were Ophelia and Draco, both dressed to the nines and looking cool as a cucumber in their Christophe Dalfine sunglasses. Ophelia handed Ron a folded piece of parchment with a smile.


"Wow," Ron exclaimed, "I never know she had these types of feelings!"

He was sitting in the study off Draco's bedroom along with Ophelia and Draco. Draco was sitting in an overstuffed chair across from Ron, and Ophelia sat on the arm.

"You're a lucky man," Draco said with a smile.

"So, what do I do?" Ron asked.

"I think you should tell her you love her," Ophelia said with a quick nod.

"Are you kidding me?" Ron asked. "Mrs. Brown will have me Avadaed if I go anywhere near her. She doesn't have her own phone and I don't even know her WizMail address."

"Ronald," Draco said in exasperation, "WizMail is for geeks and pedophiles. Be romantic; write her another letter."

"How will I get it to her?" Ron asked.

"We'll make sure she gets it!" Ophelia and Draco exclaimed simultaneously.

Ron looked at them suspiciously. "Why are you guys doing this for me?"

"Because…." Draco trailed off.

"Because we want to see Lavender happy," Ophelia cut in as she stood up and slid her arm around him, "and we know that you'd make her happy. You'd make any girl happy."

Draco pressed a fresh piece of parchment into Ron's hand and smiled.

"Do you guys mind if I have a little privacy?" Ron asked with a small smile.

"You can use my room," Ophelia said, pointing out the door. "It's right across the hall." Ron stood up. "Make yourself at home," she said and patted him on the back.

Ron left the room quickly.

Ophelia rolled her eyes and picked up a bag of Floo Powder.

"Who are you calling," Draco asked.

"Lavender," she replied, about to throw a handful of powder into the fire.

Draco grabbed the bag.

"Ah! What are you doing?" she asked.

"Before we go through with this," he said holding the bag out of her reach, "I just want to make you aware of the amount of damage we're about to cause."

Ophelia paused for a moment. "I'm aware," she said happily, snatching the bag.

Draco took the bag again. "Are you really?" he asked. "I mean, we've done some pretty fucked up shit in our time, but this is…." Ophelia gave him a disbelieving look. "We're destroying an innocent girl, you realize that?"

Ophelia stood up. "Ernie McMillan is going down, and if you won't help me, someone else will."

"You amaze me," Draco said in disbelief.

"Eat me, Draco," she replied. "It's alright for guys like you and Ernie to fuck everyone, but when I do it I get dumped for innocent little twits like Lavender. Merlin forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Sally fucking Sunshine twenty-four seven so that I can be considered a lady? I'm the Marcia fucking Brady of Northern London, and sometimes I want to kill myself. So, there's your psycho analysis, Dr. Freud. Now tell me, are you in or are you out?"

Draco rolled his eyes and handed her the bag. "Call her."

Ophelia smiled and took it. She threw a handful into the fire and called out Lavender's name.

"Hello?" came Lavender's sobbing voice.

"Lavender, it's Ophelia." Lavender whimpered. "Okay, stop crying." The sobbing persisted. "Stop crying. You know what, hold on for Draco." She left the fire and allowed Draco to stand in her place.

"Lavender, stop crying," he said sternly. "Now I need you to listen to me very carefully. I have a letter from Ronald; he asked me to give it to you. Now, I can't exactly bring it to your house since your mother despises me, so here's what we're going to do…."