Author's notes:
Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out, hopefully I'll start writing regularly again soon. I'm debating making this an NC-17 fic but I'm not sure yet. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, as usual, you were the only reason I ever managed to finish this chapter! Fans of the movie will notice I don't follow the format exactly - I wanted to use the general ideas of the movie without copying it completely.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 3:
It was only the second day of school holidays when Draco set out to win his bet with Hermione. Being an under-age wizard, he wasn't yet able to Apparate so he had to rely on travelling on the Floo network - slower, but safer. His aunt had already invited him to visit her - and Harry - as often as he wanted to, and Draco meant to take full advantage of that invitation. After all, the famous Harry Potter had to know SOMEONE when he started at Hogwarts. It was practically Draco's duty to go and visit. Yes. His duty. He had dressed carefully that morning, trying to make himself look sexy yet wholesome. A near impossibility, especially for Draco. But eventually he was satisfied with his appearance and walked down into the living room where the fire was roaring.
Minutes later he was standing in the hearth of one of the bedrooms at his aunt's place. 'Got out at the wrong grate,' he thought to himself. He was about to open the bedroom door when he heard a noise behind him.
Spinning around, Draco saw a boy standing by the window, clutching the window ledge as though it could protect him. His eyes were wide and scared, and Draco hid a smirk, recognising the boy from the many pictures he had seen. "Harry Potter, right?"
"Ri-right," Harry stammered. "Who are you and what are you doing in my room?"
"Relax, I won't hurt you." A pause. "Unless you want me to."
Harry's eyes widened further. "I don't know who you are, but I think you should leave."
"Or you'll do what, exactly?" As much as he was enjoying himself, Draco decided that terrifying the hell out of the dark haired boy wouldn't really help him win his bet. "Like I said, I won't hurt you. My name's Draco, this is my aunt's house. I'm sorry about ending up in your room, I miscalculated."
Harry's grip on the window ledge lessened slightly. "Nice to meet you, Draco." Harry looked confused for a moment as he moved forward to shake Draco's hand.
"Something wrong?" Draco asked innocently, holding on to Harry's hand for a moment longer than necessary.
"No, I... your name sounds familiar, that's all."
Draco shrugged. "The Malfoys ARE a very old wizarding family," he commented, moving towards the door. "Shall we?"
Harry stood, rooted to the floor. "Malfoy? Your last name is Malfoy?"
"And yours is Potter."
"Draco Malfoy..." Realisation suddenly dawned on Harry. "I think you should go."
"What?" Now Draco was honestly confused. "Why?"
"I have - had - a pen pal at Hogwarts. When I told him I was going there, he warned me about you. Told me you have a reputation."
'Damn!' Draco cursed inwardly, while remaining calm on the surface. "Reputation? I can't imagine what you mean." Draco smiled charmingly while secretly vowing to cause some serious damage to whoever had told Harry about him.
"I really think you should go."
Draco smirked, walking closer to Harry. "Worried I might seduce you? Or are you worried that you might like it?"
"Don't touch me," Harry warned, pulling back.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Draco walked back over to the fireplace, pulling some Floo powder out from his robes as he did so. "I'm sorry your pen pal has told you these lies about me. I had hoped you and I could become friends, but I suppose that's not going to happen after all. I won't bother you again."
Predictably, Harry moved forward just as Draco was about to throw the powder on the flames. "Wait!" He moved to Draco's side. "I guess it's not fair to just believe everything Ron said without getting to know you first." He paused, looking at the floor shyly. "If you want to come back some time, I wouldn't mind."
Draco resisted the urge to yell triumphantly. "Guess I'll see you around then." He threw the powder on the fire, shouted "Malfoy Manor!" and in seconds was gone.
* * *
"Ron's so nice," Sarah was saying.
"Yes, he is." Hermione wondered whether the satisfaction she'd feel from throwing Sarah against the nearest wall was worth sacrificing her plan for. She didn't think she'd ever voluntarily spent so much time with one boring teenage girl. All Sarah seemed to want to do was talk about Ron.
The two had been to visit Ron and his family at The Burrow earlier in the day. Sarah had loved Ron's house and exclaimed over every tiny thing there. Ron had taken Sarah out into the garden to show her Quidditch - to which Hermione had readily agreed. The two had been about to kiss when Hermione had 'accidentally' interrupted them. She'd had to give the younger girl credit - Sarah was perfectly calm and didn't seem at all embarrassed about being caught in Ron's arms. Hermione had taken Sarah home shortly after that and had been listening to Sarah talking about Ron ever since. Hermione's plan was in place. If she could stop herself from strangling Sarah, then all would work out perfectly.
"Did you kiss him?"
"What?" Sarah was shocked enough to momentarily stop talking.
"Did you kiss him?" Hermione was lying on the sofa casually, idly flicking through one of Sarah's magazines.
Sarah blushed. "Only once," she said shyly. "You won't tell my mother, will you? Only, she might get angry at me."
"Sarah, dear, what are friends for?" Swinging into action, Hermione sat up and tossed the magazine aside. "So you kissed him. Was it fun?" Nobody looking at Hermione would suspect that she was anything other than genuinely interested in Sarah's escapades.
"I liked it," Sarah said thoughtfully, "only... well... I don't really think I'm very good at it."
Hermione hid a delighted smile - this was better than she could have imagined. "Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect."
"Well, I tried kissing my arm..." Sarah said, sounding doubtful.
"Didn't you and your girl friends ever practice kissing each other?"
Sarah made a face. "Ew, no way."
"Well how else do you think girls learn?"
"I never really thought about it."
"Right. Okay, come sit over here and close your eyes."
"Are you serious?"
Hermione put on a patient expression. "Well, I'm sure Ron won't mind TOO much if you're not any good at kissing. I mean, some boys don't care about that..."
"No. I'll do it," Sarah said, moving next to Hermione.
"Good. Now shut your eyes."
Hermione smiled as Sarah obediently shut her eyes. Leaning forward, she kissed Sarah on the mouth. "There. Now was that so bad?"
"But I already did that with Ron," Sarah complained.
"Close your eyes again. This time I'm going to stick my tongue in your mouth. When I do that I want you to massage my tongue with yours."
"Okay..." Sarah said doubtfully.
"Trust me."
Hermione leaned in, kissing Sarah again. Once her tongue had gained entry into Sarah's mouth, she slid her left hand onto Sarah's thigh. Breaking the kiss, she noted with satisfaction that Sarah's breathing had become slightly irregular.
"Pretty good."
Sarah touched her lips with her fingers. "I tingle."
"Maybe you should try that next time you see Ron."
"I couldn't do that!"
"You like him, right?"
"Yeah..."
"So what's the problem?"
Sarah leaned back into the sofa and sighed. "If my mother found out, she'd kill me!"
"Well, we'll just have to make sure she won't find out."
"You're such a good friend!"
"I try." Glancing up, Hermione saw Draco leaning against the doorframe. "Look Sarah, I have a lot of studying to get done. Why don't you just go up to your room for awhile?"
"Okay!" Sarah practically bounced out of the room, not even seeing Draco as she made her way upstairs.
"Energetic," was his only comment as he collapsed in a chair opposite Hermione.
"Mm."
"Have we been having fun, then?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "My plan is going well, if that's what you mean. Not that it's any of your business. This is solely for my enjoyment, remember? Nothing to do with you."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Draco stood slowly and moved over to where Hermione sat. "I'd like to help you play - if the offer's still open."
Hermione gestured to the place beside her. "By all means, sit." She watched Draco carefully as he sat down. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Her little boyfriend Ron told Harry about my 'reputation'," Draco said, a look of anger crossing his face. "Fucking Sarah would be a perfect way to exact revenge." He smiled nastily. "Besides, it might be fun. It's been awhile since I've screwed a virgin."
"So romantic," Hermione said sarcastically. "Whatever happened to, 'knowing I'm her first will make it mean so much more'? I thought that was a tradition."
"I like to break traditions - or haven't you noticed?" Draco replied, smirking.
Hermione ignored him. Her voice became business like as she worked things out aloud. "Okay. New plan. I've already taught her how to kiss - "
"Man, I SO wish I'd been here to see that!"
"- so now I'll just convince her that guys like girls with experience. Then you come in and shag her a few times. Turn her into a slut. Meanwhile, she's still seeing Ron. Then I let mummy dearest know, she throws and fit, Sarah and Ron are broken up."
"Sounds good so far. Then what?"
"She turns to us for comfort and support. I offer to help her and Ron meet in secret. By this stage she'll be horny as hell and fucking him before long. The end."
"What's in it for you?"
"What do you mean?"
Draco looked at Hermione suspiciously. "Seems like a pretty happy ending. What's in it for you?"
Hermione tried to think up an excuse. The ending to her real plan wasn't something she wanted Draco to know about. She planned to tell Ron all about Draco and Sarah's little fling, thus breaking up Ron and Sarah for good, and giving her some entertainment in the process. But she suspected Draco might not want a jealous boyfriend to come after him. "What do you think? Once she's back at Hogwarts and not seeing Ron all the time, I know she's going to fall into bad habits and start sleeping around."
"I see." Draco eyed Hermione carefully, but seemed satisfied with her answer.
"Meanwhile, how are things coming along with little Harry Potter?"
"I just told you."
"No, you told me that Ron mentioned your reputation to him. How does Ron even know him?"
"Pen pals or something else equally ridiculous." Draco drew in a sharp breath as Hermione moved over onto his lap.
"I see," she purred, running her hand over his crotch.
"I'll get there though." One of Draco's hands gently massaged her shoulder, before circling and cupping one of her breasts.
"Let me know when you do." Sliding off Draco's lap, Hermione heard him groan.
"Now what am I supposed to do?" he demanded, pointing at the bulge in his pants.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. Go fuck Sarah or something."
"Fuck you."
"I already told you. Not until you win the bet." Hermione blew Draco a kiss as she walked out the door, leaving Draco staring after her.
Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out, hopefully I'll start writing regularly again soon. I'm debating making this an NC-17 fic but I'm not sure yet. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, as usual, you were the only reason I ever managed to finish this chapter! Fans of the movie will notice I don't follow the format exactly - I wanted to use the general ideas of the movie without copying it completely.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 3:
It was only the second day of school holidays when Draco set out to win his bet with Hermione. Being an under-age wizard, he wasn't yet able to Apparate so he had to rely on travelling on the Floo network - slower, but safer. His aunt had already invited him to visit her - and Harry - as often as he wanted to, and Draco meant to take full advantage of that invitation. After all, the famous Harry Potter had to know SOMEONE when he started at Hogwarts. It was practically Draco's duty to go and visit. Yes. His duty. He had dressed carefully that morning, trying to make himself look sexy yet wholesome. A near impossibility, especially for Draco. But eventually he was satisfied with his appearance and walked down into the living room where the fire was roaring.
Minutes later he was standing in the hearth of one of the bedrooms at his aunt's place. 'Got out at the wrong grate,' he thought to himself. He was about to open the bedroom door when he heard a noise behind him.
Spinning around, Draco saw a boy standing by the window, clutching the window ledge as though it could protect him. His eyes were wide and scared, and Draco hid a smirk, recognising the boy from the many pictures he had seen. "Harry Potter, right?"
"Ri-right," Harry stammered. "Who are you and what are you doing in my room?"
"Relax, I won't hurt you." A pause. "Unless you want me to."
Harry's eyes widened further. "I don't know who you are, but I think you should leave."
"Or you'll do what, exactly?" As much as he was enjoying himself, Draco decided that terrifying the hell out of the dark haired boy wouldn't really help him win his bet. "Like I said, I won't hurt you. My name's Draco, this is my aunt's house. I'm sorry about ending up in your room, I miscalculated."
Harry's grip on the window ledge lessened slightly. "Nice to meet you, Draco." Harry looked confused for a moment as he moved forward to shake Draco's hand.
"Something wrong?" Draco asked innocently, holding on to Harry's hand for a moment longer than necessary.
"No, I... your name sounds familiar, that's all."
Draco shrugged. "The Malfoys ARE a very old wizarding family," he commented, moving towards the door. "Shall we?"
Harry stood, rooted to the floor. "Malfoy? Your last name is Malfoy?"
"And yours is Potter."
"Draco Malfoy..." Realisation suddenly dawned on Harry. "I think you should go."
"What?" Now Draco was honestly confused. "Why?"
"I have - had - a pen pal at Hogwarts. When I told him I was going there, he warned me about you. Told me you have a reputation."
'Damn!' Draco cursed inwardly, while remaining calm on the surface. "Reputation? I can't imagine what you mean." Draco smiled charmingly while secretly vowing to cause some serious damage to whoever had told Harry about him.
"I really think you should go."
Draco smirked, walking closer to Harry. "Worried I might seduce you? Or are you worried that you might like it?"
"Don't touch me," Harry warned, pulling back.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Draco walked back over to the fireplace, pulling some Floo powder out from his robes as he did so. "I'm sorry your pen pal has told you these lies about me. I had hoped you and I could become friends, but I suppose that's not going to happen after all. I won't bother you again."
Predictably, Harry moved forward just as Draco was about to throw the powder on the flames. "Wait!" He moved to Draco's side. "I guess it's not fair to just believe everything Ron said without getting to know you first." He paused, looking at the floor shyly. "If you want to come back some time, I wouldn't mind."
Draco resisted the urge to yell triumphantly. "Guess I'll see you around then." He threw the powder on the fire, shouted "Malfoy Manor!" and in seconds was gone.
* * *
"Ron's so nice," Sarah was saying.
"Yes, he is." Hermione wondered whether the satisfaction she'd feel from throwing Sarah against the nearest wall was worth sacrificing her plan for. She didn't think she'd ever voluntarily spent so much time with one boring teenage girl. All Sarah seemed to want to do was talk about Ron.
The two had been to visit Ron and his family at The Burrow earlier in the day. Sarah had loved Ron's house and exclaimed over every tiny thing there. Ron had taken Sarah out into the garden to show her Quidditch - to which Hermione had readily agreed. The two had been about to kiss when Hermione had 'accidentally' interrupted them. She'd had to give the younger girl credit - Sarah was perfectly calm and didn't seem at all embarrassed about being caught in Ron's arms. Hermione had taken Sarah home shortly after that and had been listening to Sarah talking about Ron ever since. Hermione's plan was in place. If she could stop herself from strangling Sarah, then all would work out perfectly.
"Did you kiss him?"
"What?" Sarah was shocked enough to momentarily stop talking.
"Did you kiss him?" Hermione was lying on the sofa casually, idly flicking through one of Sarah's magazines.
Sarah blushed. "Only once," she said shyly. "You won't tell my mother, will you? Only, she might get angry at me."
"Sarah, dear, what are friends for?" Swinging into action, Hermione sat up and tossed the magazine aside. "So you kissed him. Was it fun?" Nobody looking at Hermione would suspect that she was anything other than genuinely interested in Sarah's escapades.
"I liked it," Sarah said thoughtfully, "only... well... I don't really think I'm very good at it."
Hermione hid a delighted smile - this was better than she could have imagined. "Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect."
"Well, I tried kissing my arm..." Sarah said, sounding doubtful.
"Didn't you and your girl friends ever practice kissing each other?"
Sarah made a face. "Ew, no way."
"Well how else do you think girls learn?"
"I never really thought about it."
"Right. Okay, come sit over here and close your eyes."
"Are you serious?"
Hermione put on a patient expression. "Well, I'm sure Ron won't mind TOO much if you're not any good at kissing. I mean, some boys don't care about that..."
"No. I'll do it," Sarah said, moving next to Hermione.
"Good. Now shut your eyes."
Hermione smiled as Sarah obediently shut her eyes. Leaning forward, she kissed Sarah on the mouth. "There. Now was that so bad?"
"But I already did that with Ron," Sarah complained.
"Close your eyes again. This time I'm going to stick my tongue in your mouth. When I do that I want you to massage my tongue with yours."
"Okay..." Sarah said doubtfully.
"Trust me."
Hermione leaned in, kissing Sarah again. Once her tongue had gained entry into Sarah's mouth, she slid her left hand onto Sarah's thigh. Breaking the kiss, she noted with satisfaction that Sarah's breathing had become slightly irregular.
"Pretty good."
Sarah touched her lips with her fingers. "I tingle."
"Maybe you should try that next time you see Ron."
"I couldn't do that!"
"You like him, right?"
"Yeah..."
"So what's the problem?"
Sarah leaned back into the sofa and sighed. "If my mother found out, she'd kill me!"
"Well, we'll just have to make sure she won't find out."
"You're such a good friend!"
"I try." Glancing up, Hermione saw Draco leaning against the doorframe. "Look Sarah, I have a lot of studying to get done. Why don't you just go up to your room for awhile?"
"Okay!" Sarah practically bounced out of the room, not even seeing Draco as she made her way upstairs.
"Energetic," was his only comment as he collapsed in a chair opposite Hermione.
"Mm."
"Have we been having fun, then?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "My plan is going well, if that's what you mean. Not that it's any of your business. This is solely for my enjoyment, remember? Nothing to do with you."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Draco stood slowly and moved over to where Hermione sat. "I'd like to help you play - if the offer's still open."
Hermione gestured to the place beside her. "By all means, sit." She watched Draco carefully as he sat down. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Her little boyfriend Ron told Harry about my 'reputation'," Draco said, a look of anger crossing his face. "Fucking Sarah would be a perfect way to exact revenge." He smiled nastily. "Besides, it might be fun. It's been awhile since I've screwed a virgin."
"So romantic," Hermione said sarcastically. "Whatever happened to, 'knowing I'm her first will make it mean so much more'? I thought that was a tradition."
"I like to break traditions - or haven't you noticed?" Draco replied, smirking.
Hermione ignored him. Her voice became business like as she worked things out aloud. "Okay. New plan. I've already taught her how to kiss - "
"Man, I SO wish I'd been here to see that!"
"- so now I'll just convince her that guys like girls with experience. Then you come in and shag her a few times. Turn her into a slut. Meanwhile, she's still seeing Ron. Then I let mummy dearest know, she throws and fit, Sarah and Ron are broken up."
"Sounds good so far. Then what?"
"She turns to us for comfort and support. I offer to help her and Ron meet in secret. By this stage she'll be horny as hell and fucking him before long. The end."
"What's in it for you?"
"What do you mean?"
Draco looked at Hermione suspiciously. "Seems like a pretty happy ending. What's in it for you?"
Hermione tried to think up an excuse. The ending to her real plan wasn't something she wanted Draco to know about. She planned to tell Ron all about Draco and Sarah's little fling, thus breaking up Ron and Sarah for good, and giving her some entertainment in the process. But she suspected Draco might not want a jealous boyfriend to come after him. "What do you think? Once she's back at Hogwarts and not seeing Ron all the time, I know she's going to fall into bad habits and start sleeping around."
"I see." Draco eyed Hermione carefully, but seemed satisfied with her answer.
"Meanwhile, how are things coming along with little Harry Potter?"
"I just told you."
"No, you told me that Ron mentioned your reputation to him. How does Ron even know him?"
"Pen pals or something else equally ridiculous." Draco drew in a sharp breath as Hermione moved over onto his lap.
"I see," she purred, running her hand over his crotch.
"I'll get there though." One of Draco's hands gently massaged her shoulder, before circling and cupping one of her breasts.
"Let me know when you do." Sliding off Draco's lap, Hermione heard him groan.
"Now what am I supposed to do?" he demanded, pointing at the bulge in his pants.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. Go fuck Sarah or something."
"Fuck you."
"I already told you. Not until you win the bet." Hermione blew Draco a kiss as she walked out the door, leaving Draco staring after her.