Disclaimer (PLEASE READ): We all know that I don't own Harry Potter, but I
want to make it very clear that I do not own "The Art of Seduction" either.
It is a book by Robert Greene, filled with steps to seduce someone. I am
taking each rule and using it as a start of a chapter, kind of like a
songfic, but with excerpts from a book instead of verses from a song. Also
I would like to point out the no characters are actually reading the book
in my story, its just sort of an introduction into each chapter. If you
want to read the book it's from, go to
http://www.seductionbook.com/popup.html. That said, moving on.
Author's Note: I'm back! And you guys thought that I would be that easy to get rid of . . . anyway, I had a severe case of writer's laziness, but am back into it now. Hopefully I'll have another part out soon.
~*This chapter is dedicated to my new beta's Grace aka xAsiax (http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=99490) and blinkinpark182 ((E- mail me! I couldn't get a hold of youand I had to put this up!) (http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=171402)*~
Rule #4: Appear to be an Object of Desire - Create Triangles Few are drawn to the person whom others avoids or neglect; people gather around those who have already attracted interest. To draw your victims closer and make them hungry to possess you, you must create an aura of desirability - of being wanted and courted by many. It will become a point of vanity for them to be the preferred object of your attention, to win you away from a crowd of admirers build a reputation that precedes you: If many have succumbed to your charms, there must be a reason.
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It was too soon to go in for the kill. If he didn't play his cards right, stall until the perfect moment, the seduction wouldn't work. Ginny Weasley was intelligent, although easily manipulated. If you don't prey on her weeknesses, she will catch on. If you didn't find her soft spots and slither into them, the seduction would fail. Draco Malfoy does not fail.
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Hogsmede. If you've seen it once, Ginny thought to herself, lazily stirring her Buterbeer, you don't need to see it again. That is, unless you had money. Which, it just so happened, she didn't. So there she was, alone in the Three Broomsticks. Her friends were off shopping and Ginny drinking a butterbeer she had spent her last sickle on.
There was no point in even staying. She had a History of Magic essay due after school again and she still needed another roll of parchment to meet Professor Binns' requirement. She figured that it would be nice to get out of the school for the day, but there was really nothing for her to do. Her friends had all gone off to go shopping, and rather than embarass herself by letting her friends know she didn't have any money, she had said she wanted to get something to drink and went off alone. It really sucked being poor.
It was unusually warm for a winter day, so there were only a few students in the Three Broomsticks. On the other side of the room, she could see Eloise Midgen and some of her Hufflepuff friends. In a corner, well concealed by a couple of Christmas trees, sat the scary looking group of Slytherins.
Ginny stood up and went to go throw her knapkin into the garbage, taking a detour past the Slytherins and trying to see if Draco was sitting with them. She hadn't talked to him and had barely seen him since the Yule Ball. Since then, she had been keeping an eye out for him. In reflection, she felt rather stupid for letting her guard down so easily - she had never been as wary as she should have been when it came to trusting people. It was always after it was too late that she would realize how daft she had been. She would just have to be more cautious in the future, in case he decided to reveal whatever scheme plotting belatedly.
Draco was with the Slytherins, a fact that made her glad that she had remained as inconspicuous as possible. He was sitting in the middle of the group, smirking at whatever they were talking about - but then again, he was always smirking. The only time Ginny had seen him not smirking or sneering was the other night . . .
There was a pretty Slytherin girl sitting next to him, apparently flirting. Draco only seemed mildly interested, but still Ginny felt a pang of hurt. At the Yule Ball, she had thought for an instant that maybe he was interested in her . . . but no. He had his pick of the most beautiful girls in the school, and what was there about Ginny to want? She felt ridiculous and foolish for having thought so.
For a moment she stood at the garbage bin, her napkin still in her hand, staring at the table. All thoughts of remaining unnoticed had vanished, until she realized that Draco had turned to look at her and realized that she was watching him. He raised one eyebrow, and then gave the genuine smile again.
Blushing madly, Ginny lowered her eyes, tossed her napkin into the waste bin and quickly walked out of the Three Broomsticks. A furious battle raged inside of her between feeling asinine at being careless enough to let him see her, and a feeling of elatement at his having smiled at her again.
Part of her wanted to barge back into the building and rub it in the other Slytherin's faces that he had smiled at her; she wanted to show them that he didn't feel like she was below him, even if they did. Despite her embarrassment, Ginny found herself feeling particularly smug.
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Draco Malfoy was also feeling smug, but for a much different reason.
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Author's Note: I'm back! And you guys thought that I would be that easy to get rid of . . . anyway, I had a severe case of writer's laziness, but am back into it now. Hopefully I'll have another part out soon.
~*This chapter is dedicated to my new beta's Grace aka xAsiax (http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=99490) and blinkinpark182 ((E- mail me! I couldn't get a hold of youand I had to put this up!) (http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=171402)*~
Rule #4: Appear to be an Object of Desire - Create Triangles Few are drawn to the person whom others avoids or neglect; people gather around those who have already attracted interest. To draw your victims closer and make them hungry to possess you, you must create an aura of desirability - of being wanted and courted by many. It will become a point of vanity for them to be the preferred object of your attention, to win you away from a crowd of admirers build a reputation that precedes you: If many have succumbed to your charms, there must be a reason.
*
It was too soon to go in for the kill. If he didn't play his cards right, stall until the perfect moment, the seduction wouldn't work. Ginny Weasley was intelligent, although easily manipulated. If you don't prey on her weeknesses, she will catch on. If you didn't find her soft spots and slither into them, the seduction would fail. Draco Malfoy does not fail.
*
Hogsmede. If you've seen it once, Ginny thought to herself, lazily stirring her Buterbeer, you don't need to see it again. That is, unless you had money. Which, it just so happened, she didn't. So there she was, alone in the Three Broomsticks. Her friends were off shopping and Ginny drinking a butterbeer she had spent her last sickle on.
There was no point in even staying. She had a History of Magic essay due after school again and she still needed another roll of parchment to meet Professor Binns' requirement. She figured that it would be nice to get out of the school for the day, but there was really nothing for her to do. Her friends had all gone off to go shopping, and rather than embarass herself by letting her friends know she didn't have any money, she had said she wanted to get something to drink and went off alone. It really sucked being poor.
It was unusually warm for a winter day, so there were only a few students in the Three Broomsticks. On the other side of the room, she could see Eloise Midgen and some of her Hufflepuff friends. In a corner, well concealed by a couple of Christmas trees, sat the scary looking group of Slytherins.
Ginny stood up and went to go throw her knapkin into the garbage, taking a detour past the Slytherins and trying to see if Draco was sitting with them. She hadn't talked to him and had barely seen him since the Yule Ball. Since then, she had been keeping an eye out for him. In reflection, she felt rather stupid for letting her guard down so easily - she had never been as wary as she should have been when it came to trusting people. It was always after it was too late that she would realize how daft she had been. She would just have to be more cautious in the future, in case he decided to reveal whatever scheme plotting belatedly.
Draco was with the Slytherins, a fact that made her glad that she had remained as inconspicuous as possible. He was sitting in the middle of the group, smirking at whatever they were talking about - but then again, he was always smirking. The only time Ginny had seen him not smirking or sneering was the other night . . .
There was a pretty Slytherin girl sitting next to him, apparently flirting. Draco only seemed mildly interested, but still Ginny felt a pang of hurt. At the Yule Ball, she had thought for an instant that maybe he was interested in her . . . but no. He had his pick of the most beautiful girls in the school, and what was there about Ginny to want? She felt ridiculous and foolish for having thought so.
For a moment she stood at the garbage bin, her napkin still in her hand, staring at the table. All thoughts of remaining unnoticed had vanished, until she realized that Draco had turned to look at her and realized that she was watching him. He raised one eyebrow, and then gave the genuine smile again.
Blushing madly, Ginny lowered her eyes, tossed her napkin into the waste bin and quickly walked out of the Three Broomsticks. A furious battle raged inside of her between feeling asinine at being careless enough to let him see her, and a feeling of elatement at his having smiled at her again.
Part of her wanted to barge back into the building and rub it in the other Slytherin's faces that he had smiled at her; she wanted to show them that he didn't feel like she was below him, even if they did. Despite her embarrassment, Ginny found herself feeling particularly smug.
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Draco Malfoy was also feeling smug, but for a much different reason.
A/N: There ya go!
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