A/N:
Here's my Halloween treat for y'all. I'm taking my four year old brother out trick-or-treating in a minute (do they do that in Britain, or wherever you readers are from?), but I have an hour in which to write this. It probably won't be finished by then, though :P. Anyway, on with it. BTW, this is the last chapter in Phase One. Then we get on to the good stuff . . .
Disclaimer (PLEASE READ - IMPORTANT):
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. Got it? Good.
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Rule # 8
Create Temptation
Lure the target deep into your seduction by creating the proper temptation: a glimpse of the pleasures to come. As the serpent tempted Eve with the promise of forbidden knowledge, you must awaken a desire in your targets that they cannot control. Find that weakness of theirs, that fantasy that has yet to be realized, and hint that you can lead them toward it. The key is to keep it vague. Simulate a curiosity stronger than the doubts and anxieties that go with it, and they will follow you.
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Dates - secluded, yet not. Personal, yet not. Dinner - a chance to get closer without being threatening. In a situation where there are others around, no isolation, a person is less likely to become nervous and back away. It's important not to cause them to back away, close up. He had to tread carefully. The time for forcefulness was to come later.
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"No you didn't!" Ginny giggled, eyes wide in surprise. He just raised one eyebrow. "You DID, didn't you! I can't believe you said that!"
Draco, Ginny's DATE (she always thought this word to herself in all capitols, so as to reassure herself it was really taking place, every now and then) was turning out to be just as entertaining as he was beautiful. In some ways, she felt rather . . . inadequate. Yet he didn't really allow her to feel that way - every time she was beginning to feel insufficient, he would ask her a probing question or make a sweet compliment that would draw her back into the limelight and make her feel special. He was a perfect gentleman.
They had taken a special-ordered, by Draco of course, carriage to Hogsmede Street Station. It was quite beautiful, and all of the servers (they were much to exclusive to use House Elfs) kind of fluttered around several feet off of the ground, like they had all consumed sherbet balls that were beginning to wear off.
She had glanced down the menu rather guiltily - there were no prices, but the sheer impressiveness of the restaurant told her that she probably wouldn't have been able to afford one of the napkins with her life savings. Yeesh.
"So, have you seen Shakespeare before?" Draco asked after a moment's pause, in which he had taken a bite of his fois gras.
Ginny's glass froze halfway to her mouth. Would he think she was stupid if she told him that she hadn't seen any plays since the Halloween special she had watched when she was five in Pre-Hogwarts School. Would he think she was stupid? In any case, better not to lie.
"Not really. I tried to read Hamlet for extra credit in fifth year Muggle Studies, but I couldn't understand it. I don't really go to many plays."
"Ah." He looked thoughtful (as he always did) for a moment, and then continued. "Don't worry about not being able to understand it. When you watch it on stage and hear it spoken out loud, it's much easier to comprehend what they mean. I think that you'll find that Shakespeare had quite a sense of humor." He flashed a dazzling smile at her, revealing a set of perfectly aligned white teeth.
Ginny tried to respond by flashing an equally amazing smile, but she felt it turned out rather wide. She had never really been one to have a good smile. He didn't seem to mind.
"I have ze bill for you. Can I take zeese?" one of the levitated servers asked in a heavy French accent, setting a folded piece of paper on the table and reaching for the recently polished plates.
Draco nodded. He took the bill into his hand, carefully obscuring it from view, and wrote the numbers Ginny figured belonged to a Wizard's Credit Card. She saw him trace his signature, and then hand it back to the server.
"Zank you," he said monotonously, and left with the dishes.
Draco glanced up at the clock. "We still have an hour until the play begins. Do you want to walk around for a while?"
Wide-eyed, Ginny made an affirmative shake of her head. Smiling again, he stood up and held out his arm for her to take, which she did.
Together they left the restaurant for the winter cold outside. At the cool rush of air, Draco took out his wand and placed a Warming Spell on Ginny, and then on himself.
"Thank you," Ginny said gratefully as she felt the sweep of hot air making her as warm and cozy as if she had been wrapped in blankets in front of a fire.
"You're welcome." He moved his arm from being linked with hers to his hand being entwined with hers. He gave it a quick squeeze. Ginny thought for a moment about what she was supposed to do, and thought it best to squeeze him back.
Together they walked around Hogsmede for about a half an hour, before they settled on a bench in the Town Square in front of Gringettes. Ginny was reminded of the necklace, and decided to question him about it more than she had earlier.
"Draco," she began, after he had finished telling her the story of the first time that he had ridden a broom. "About the necklace - you didn't have to get it for me. I'm sure it was expensive. And honestly, I'm really sorry that I didn't get you anything."
"It's fine. I know that . . . circumstances . . ." his voice trailed off, as it seemed like he was deciding what to say. After looking deep in though for a moment, he shook his head, and looked away. "In any case, it was a gift. If I didn't want to make you happy I wouldn't have given it to you . . ."
Ginny was in awe. That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her . . . For her, it was one of those rare moments in life where you know exactly what to do. As he turned his head to her, she slowly raised her lips to his . . .
*
Hn. That had worked better than he had intended.
A/N:
I guess that I didn't get this out before I left for Trick-or-Treating. Oh well. I seriously don't have time to thank everyone, I'm leaving for the weekend in a couple of minutes . . . But maybe you all could have some nice reviews waiting for me when I get back? Maybe . . . a hundred total? I know it's a little ambitious of me, but hey! All it takes is for you to click that little button down there and take two seconds out of your day to make me happy!
Love y'all!
~Manissetan
Here's my Halloween treat for y'all. I'm taking my four year old brother out trick-or-treating in a minute (do they do that in Britain, or wherever you readers are from?), but I have an hour in which to write this. It probably won't be finished by then, though :P. Anyway, on with it. BTW, this is the last chapter in Phase One. Then we get on to the good stuff . . .
Disclaimer (PLEASE READ - IMPORTANT):
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. Got it? Good.
*
Rule # 8
Create Temptation
Lure the target deep into your seduction by creating the proper temptation: a glimpse of the pleasures to come. As the serpent tempted Eve with the promise of forbidden knowledge, you must awaken a desire in your targets that they cannot control. Find that weakness of theirs, that fantasy that has yet to be realized, and hint that you can lead them toward it. The key is to keep it vague. Simulate a curiosity stronger than the doubts and anxieties that go with it, and they will follow you.
*
Dates - secluded, yet not. Personal, yet not. Dinner - a chance to get closer without being threatening. In a situation where there are others around, no isolation, a person is less likely to become nervous and back away. It's important not to cause them to back away, close up. He had to tread carefully. The time for forcefulness was to come later.
*
"No you didn't!" Ginny giggled, eyes wide in surprise. He just raised one eyebrow. "You DID, didn't you! I can't believe you said that!"
Draco, Ginny's DATE (she always thought this word to herself in all capitols, so as to reassure herself it was really taking place, every now and then) was turning out to be just as entertaining as he was beautiful. In some ways, she felt rather . . . inadequate. Yet he didn't really allow her to feel that way - every time she was beginning to feel insufficient, he would ask her a probing question or make a sweet compliment that would draw her back into the limelight and make her feel special. He was a perfect gentleman.
They had taken a special-ordered, by Draco of course, carriage to Hogsmede Street Station. It was quite beautiful, and all of the servers (they were much to exclusive to use House Elfs) kind of fluttered around several feet off of the ground, like they had all consumed sherbet balls that were beginning to wear off.
She had glanced down the menu rather guiltily - there were no prices, but the sheer impressiveness of the restaurant told her that she probably wouldn't have been able to afford one of the napkins with her life savings. Yeesh.
"So, have you seen Shakespeare before?" Draco asked after a moment's pause, in which he had taken a bite of his fois gras.
Ginny's glass froze halfway to her mouth. Would he think she was stupid if she told him that she hadn't seen any plays since the Halloween special she had watched when she was five in Pre-Hogwarts School. Would he think she was stupid? In any case, better not to lie.
"Not really. I tried to read Hamlet for extra credit in fifth year Muggle Studies, but I couldn't understand it. I don't really go to many plays."
"Ah." He looked thoughtful (as he always did) for a moment, and then continued. "Don't worry about not being able to understand it. When you watch it on stage and hear it spoken out loud, it's much easier to comprehend what they mean. I think that you'll find that Shakespeare had quite a sense of humor." He flashed a dazzling smile at her, revealing a set of perfectly aligned white teeth.
Ginny tried to respond by flashing an equally amazing smile, but she felt it turned out rather wide. She had never really been one to have a good smile. He didn't seem to mind.
"I have ze bill for you. Can I take zeese?" one of the levitated servers asked in a heavy French accent, setting a folded piece of paper on the table and reaching for the recently polished plates.
Draco nodded. He took the bill into his hand, carefully obscuring it from view, and wrote the numbers Ginny figured belonged to a Wizard's Credit Card. She saw him trace his signature, and then hand it back to the server.
"Zank you," he said monotonously, and left with the dishes.
Draco glanced up at the clock. "We still have an hour until the play begins. Do you want to walk around for a while?"
Wide-eyed, Ginny made an affirmative shake of her head. Smiling again, he stood up and held out his arm for her to take, which she did.
Together they left the restaurant for the winter cold outside. At the cool rush of air, Draco took out his wand and placed a Warming Spell on Ginny, and then on himself.
"Thank you," Ginny said gratefully as she felt the sweep of hot air making her as warm and cozy as if she had been wrapped in blankets in front of a fire.
"You're welcome." He moved his arm from being linked with hers to his hand being entwined with hers. He gave it a quick squeeze. Ginny thought for a moment about what she was supposed to do, and thought it best to squeeze him back.
Together they walked around Hogsmede for about a half an hour, before they settled on a bench in the Town Square in front of Gringettes. Ginny was reminded of the necklace, and decided to question him about it more than she had earlier.
"Draco," she began, after he had finished telling her the story of the first time that he had ridden a broom. "About the necklace - you didn't have to get it for me. I'm sure it was expensive. And honestly, I'm really sorry that I didn't get you anything."
"It's fine. I know that . . . circumstances . . ." his voice trailed off, as it seemed like he was deciding what to say. After looking deep in though for a moment, he shook his head, and looked away. "In any case, it was a gift. If I didn't want to make you happy I wouldn't have given it to you . . ."
Ginny was in awe. That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her . . . For her, it was one of those rare moments in life where you know exactly what to do. As he turned his head to her, she slowly raised her lips to his . . .
*
Hn. That had worked better than he had intended.
A/N:
I guess that I didn't get this out before I left for Trick-or-Treating. Oh well. I seriously don't have time to thank everyone, I'm leaving for the weekend in a couple of minutes . . . But maybe you all could have some nice reviews waiting for me when I get back? Maybe . . . a hundred total? I know it's a little ambitious of me, but hey! All it takes is for you to click that little button down there and take two seconds out of your day to make me happy!
Love y'all!
~Manissetan