This is it! The final chapter. I hope you like it-- be sure to review! And in case you hit your head or something and forgot, I still do not own any of the characters or HP universe.
The New Hermione
Chapter 4
Hermione walked down the hall the following morning, yet again late for breakfast. This time, however, it was planned. While her new exhibitionist self wanted to sprint to the great hall to see how much people knew about her and Draco's midnight liaison, Old Hermione kept rearing her self-conscious head, worrying about her reputation and how much time she'll lose from studying to have to explain the change that's come over her.
And so she was late.
After her tryst with Draco the night before, Hermione returned to her dorm and fell into a blissful sleep, thanks to a very successful mission accomplished. She felt proud and secure, as if her purpose were fulfilled…
And then she woke up the following morning just as dawn was breaking, her mind slapping her awake with the unthinkable newsflash of her nighttime endeavors.
"What the Hell?!" Hermione scrambled out of bed, as if standing would suddenly make all her problems clearer.
It didn't; instead, Pavarti stirred in her bed, faintly mumbling, "didinnslipwivhim, live me alooooooonuuuuh."
Not knowing at all what to do, Hermione stood there, having a slightly quieter mental breakdown. She'd just shagged Draco Malfoy.
She shagged Draco Malfoy. What's more, she seduced Draco Malfoy. She seduced and shagged Draco Malfoy with quasi-BDSM! She shagged and seduced Draco with quasi-BDSM on a teacher's desk in an abandoned—wait, it was an abandoned classroom, wasn't it? Hermione's brain was in too dense of a lust-cloud to care about the location of their affair, but looking back she was fairly certain that it was the old Charms classroom; She'd seduced and shagged Draco Malfoy with quasi-BDSM on FLITWICK's desk in a classroom they were very lucky was empty! Dear God!
She could see the series of events leading up to this, her growing sex-drive, her insistent fantasies, the burning passion which had abruptly been put-out, but it all felt like the biggest shock that could possibly be felt. She was numb; Hermione stared blankly ahead for a few minutes, her brain having been evenly fried by circular logic and disbelief.
Not knowing what else to do, she went to take a shower.
Hermione was ready for school before any of her roommates woke up, but she didn't want to go down to the great hall early. She sat in the common room, putting the finishing touches on a few essays that were due in a few weeks' time.
The boys passed by her on their way to breakfast, all too eager to believe her industriousness was due to pure scholarly dedication, and not at all to escapism from her sex-crazed philanderings. She tried to focus on her Arithmancy work, but each time there was an end to an academic thought, a sneaky voice filled her head…
I wonder what people are saying…
That I'm a slut.
Or that you're a Sex Goddess. That you're the most brilliant, sexy woman that has ever existed and the whole of the male population (and surely, some of the female population) wants you in every way, mind, body, and soul.
Psh. No way. And I'm glad. I've got friends, who know who I am, and know--
Absolutely nothing about anything you've been up to lately. Or were you considering filling them in?
NO! Although…
Ah, so you admit they don't know you! And you admit that you rather wanted Draco to out you, if you recall.
Well—yes, but that was the old Hermione! YOU! I'm not you!
"I'm ME, dammit!" Some second years that were milling around by the exit quickly left after their Head Girl made this rather mad exclamation. Hermione herself wondered about her sanity then, and about the degree of the duplicity of her actions.
Sighing, she realized that if she wanted to eat at all, she had to head to the great hall now.
She tried very hard not to question what gave her such a voracious appetite.
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With the brightest smile anyone had ever seen on Draco Malfoy, said Slytherin looked around the Great Hall expectantly. She was late, but he knew she had to come down at some point. He hadn't told anyone yet, save for a few subtle innuendos to Blaise, and was preparing for the most dramatic display the Great Hall had ever seen.
Yes, he thought to himself, this little plan of his had gone brilliantly. For three years he'd wondered what it would be like to have Hermione Granger; she was the only thing unattainable to him, the only thing forbidden. He couldn't just go up and proposition her; it wouldn't be very Slytherin, or Malfoy, to do so.
No; he thought of something better.
Late sixth year, Draco was researching Dark Potions in a book from the Restricted Section for a Potions essay. As he copied some notes on the particularly nasty Inside-Out Burning Potion, he happened to see a few pages later, the Lust Potion inebreamor.
Said potion began to work directly after it was given, manifesting in increasingly stronger lust toward every member of whatever sex the subject was attracted to, until he or she came into physical contact with the maker of the potion. After that, the subject lusted only after the maker with a nearly unbearable intensity, until their union was consummated.
Draco saw the description of this potion and thought of only one thing: Granger.
After the rather complex brewing, it was almost easy to slip the potion into the unsuspecting Gryffindor's drink at the End of Year Feast. She had no idea what was about to happen to her… Draco decided to rename the potion Slytherin Seduction.
Quite perfect, in his mind.
He knew it would take a week or two for her to become aware of the effects, and he knew they would magnify. He was quite entertained for the first few weeks of the school year by her ever blushing face. Every slight innuendo or male glance had her twitching in her seat, a lovely, red, frustrated victory for Draco.
His only regret was how long it took for him to be plausibly near her. His over-famous hate of any member of Gryffindor and especially the Golden Trio was so deeply ingrained in all of the Hogwarts students and staff that no student was stupid enough to cross paths when they were near, and no teacher was naïve enough to make them work together. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Draco, they were partnered in Herbology, and his hand subtly brushed hers as they passed ingredients.
After that, all he had to do was wait. He was rather curious as to how long it would take her burning lust to overtake her Gryffindor pride, and was quite surprised that it took only about 4 days. She was far braver—or far hornier—than he'd thought.
But he wasn't complaining. She'd even said she wanted him to out her, that she was tired of people thinking she was some cloistered little bookworm.
Well, the potion's more than worn off by now, he thought wryly as he glanced again around the Great Hall, and she did say I could tell, even if she was under the influence…
Yes, watching her embarrassment as he told the whole school would be quite the pay off. He even got some sex out of the bargain…
And finally he saw her. Hermione opened the door tentatively and walked through resolutely, as if squaring herself to her fate. She looked around the room, and her eyes met his—and he was quite unprepared for what he saw there.
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Hermione's hand slowly opened the door—
Holy shit holy crap holy holy damn damn what the hell--
But her mental freak-out didn't stop her movements; the door kept opening, and she decided that if she was going to do this, she was going to do it like a Gryffindor.
She lifted her head and stared resolutely into the Great Hall. None of the faces she scanned looked particularly scandalized or interested by her entrance. She decided to check the Slytherin table, to see if he'd told any of his green minions yet.
Nothing. Not one face in the room looked at all different—he hadn't told yet. She looked towards the end of the table and saw—
Him. Only it wasn't the old him, whom she'd loathed, it was the New Him, the one she'd fantasized about, the one she'd shagged on Flitwick's desk only a few hours previously.
And she felt the familiar dropping of her stomach, the heartbeat that filled her ears and clouded her judgement. Her unforeseen desire made her feet move and a smirk grace her mouth.
She walked—well, strutted, really—to the Slytherin table. A few eyes were watching this unusual path, but no one was scandalized yet. Hermione walked with the sway in her hips that she knew he was watching. Her eyes never left his, and her smile broadened as she saw him noticeably gulp. She plopped down next to him on the bench.
"Excuse me, mudblood filth sits over there," Pansy Parkinson politely directed.
"What the hell are you doing here, Granger?!" Crabbe sputtered.
"Something in your eye, Granger? We're not wearing red or parading around with scars on our heads and tears in our eyes over here," Blaise illuminated.
"Indeed you aren't," Hermione assented, "which is why I am here. I thought it best to tell you all, first."
"Tell us what," whined Pansy.
Draco, who had been silent up to this point, found his voice. "Granger, are you sure you want to do this?" The potion was supposed to stop working after they'd had sex….
"Quite sure. Everyone, your attention! Draco and I made mad, passionate love in the old charms classroom last night, on top of Flitwick's desk. And Draco didn't seduce me either, I lured him there and made him do some fairly kinky things."
The entire hall was quiet. All of Slytherin table had heard this, and some of the staff and other houses had, too. Those that hadn't were being quickly filled in by hissing whispers.
Then several Slytherins laughed.
"Please, in what world would he ever deign to have a little mudblood like yourself?"
"Why on earth would she make that up?"
"Figures she'd lust after him, but to make up a story like that? She's mad!"
"Draco, what's going on?"
The voices surrounded them, but Draco and Hermione were staring only at each other. Hermione's expression was one of serenity and desire, while Draco's countenance was a mask of confusion. What could be making her act this way? Could she really want this? She was the one that was supposed to be embarrassed right now! How did the tables turn like this?!
"Well, Draco, now that everyone knows, I have a question for you," Hermione's voice was one of the softer tones in the now cacophonous Great Hall. "I find that I quite liked last night, and was wondering if you'd like to repeat the experience? Not that it has to be the same, you know, I'm quite open to new things. What do you think?"
This, Draco was not expecting. And somehow, he wasn't terribly sad that Hermione wasn't in tears from embarrassment right now. The Gryffindor table was sputtering and the Slytherin table was bickering, but the other two houses seemed quite interested in this unexpected development between Hogwarts' most notorious rivals.
And Draco found it all rather fascinating.
And that was the only reason he could think of for why he pulled Hermione towards him and engaged her in an engrossing kiss. Slytherin table was quiet, and as they pulled apart, both Hermione and Draco had large grins on their faces.
"Well," Draco stood, drawing Hermione up with him. "If you'll excuse us, I believe we have many things to… discuss."
"Yes," Hermione assented, "Quite a few things."
And as they nearly skipped towards the doors, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw erupted into cheers for the new couple, while Slytherins hollered and Gryffindors argued.
The happy couple, meanwhile, were snogging quite vigorously against a wall in the hallway, quite oblivious to everything.
You know, thought Hermione as she was snug between Draco and the wall, I think I might like to stay as this New Hermione after all.
fin.