Having Fun With The Devil

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Cruel Intentions Style

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties belong to J.K. Rowling and Warnor Bros.

Summary: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are sworn enemies, and this time things go too far. A war is set, and extreme measures are met. Everybody deserves a little sexual harassment in this show, but have things gone too far? Who will win, and which one will be bitten by the unlikely sensation of love?

Dear Draco,

You haven't taken any time answering my letters nor your mother's. You think Hogwarts will keep you safe, boy? Not a chance, a chance, while the greatest dark sorcerer of them all is still out there in hiding. You shall not ignore me forever, son. Make sure to sign up for going home from Christmas, I will not stand your bastardly ways this year. You must be ready for the Dark Lord when the time is right. Remember, you need to study your dark arts much faster this year, by the end of this year, you will have the dark mark imprinted on your arm, and I don't want anything but obedience to the Dark Lord from you, you hear me, boy?

Cordially yours,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco Malfoy's face turned into a scowl upon reading the hastily written note, and he simply folded it and placed it on his dresser. He examined his new private dorm, the one he just arrived in just today. His father had paid well so that the current Prefect would sleep in another room while Draco occupy this one. It would make well for his late night adventures. It was not small, but not huge either. Decorated in silver and green, his house colors, there was a large queen size bed, covered with silk green sheets, and silver curtains. His other valuables looked the same, the same color, except one red colored picture frame kept away in the tuck of his clothes contained a small mini-sized picture of a frowning girl with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. Her arms were folded across her chest, and she had an expressionless face on, her shirt the color of simple white. Draco felt that it was the only thing that had sentimental value in the dorm, and he kept it hidden away from the rest, so nothing could harm it.

He opened the second letter slowly, as if he was capturing the moment. The letter was small, slim, and a piece of parchment colored in lavender, and it smelled of a faint color of rose. He smiled, she always put perfume on her parchment, and it was like everything else she owned. Fancy, and lovingly fragranced.

Dear Draco,

I am to have tea at your mother's this evening. Did you tell her to do so? You know it would not make me happy to have your sour faced mother for company, Drake. You really should come home for Christmas, I am going to Paris with my parents this weekend, and maybe if you work things out, you can organize a portkey to spend time with me there. We'll be staying at that small hotel that you love. I have something very important to tell you, and I need to tell you in person. You have to promise not to freak out.

All my love,

Sarah S. Hatenzel

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Dear Mione,

Your father and I are very lonely without you. You don't spend much time writing to your old parents, now do you? How are Harry, and Ron? Well, we hope. We hope your getting nicely along with your studies, but of course, you always do. What we really wanted to ask you, sweetie is if you're going to come home for Christmas. Jenny is engaged again, and she wants to spend time with you before she leaves for California with Emma. Emma just celebrated her third birthday, and we really miss you. Things are too much too hassle. I know Jennifer and you are not on bright terms, but please come for Christmas and try to get along with your sister and her daughter. Emma misses her Aunt Hermione.

Love,

Mum & Dad

(P.S. Haden says hi and much more)

Hermione smiled at the last little note, and felt her face go crimson red. Haden. Perfect, sixteen year old Haden who she loved Haden. He was a muggle, and was growing to work to be a doctor. Luckily, he lived on Hermione's block back home, and they spent the summer together, and grew up to be amazingly connected friends, with one hitch. Hermione was in love with him. Hermione quickly scribbled back a note to her parents.

Dear Mum & Dad,

Tell Jenny to go to hell. Frankly, I don't give a damn if she's engaged again. Didn't I tell her before not to marry Devon the first time, and now she's probably fallen head over heels for another man that's just going to knock her up and leave her. I am really sick of this, and I want to spend time alone on Christmas, which means I'll be staying with Harry. Give Emma my love and tell her to run while she can, that mother's of hers is a complete idiot.

Love,

Mione

(P.S. tell Haden I can't wait to see him in the summer! And wish him a happy early Christmas!)

She harshly folded it up and stuck it in an envelope, and sprayed it with faint perfume that smelled of apples. It was sort of her trademark. She tied a small, green bow around it to symbolize Christmas, and left it on her desk. When it was time to go to sleep, she would spend time at the Owlery and send the letter. She took a deep breath and smiled at the second letter. It was folded slowly and neatly, and was tied with a red string.

Dear Hermione,

I have wonderful news. I am in love. Now I know you're probably gaping right now, since you thought old Haden was too stuck up to be in love *wink*. This girl is...she is just perfect. She's funny, cute, outgoing, and wild. She's so smart, like you, Herm, but she knows how to have fun. Her name's Clarissa, and she takes the same classes with me, and she wants to be a successful woman as a lawyer when she grows up, but she also wants to have a fun job on the side. She's seventeen, and I know what you're thinking, I shouldn't date an older woman. But she really likes me, and we're going to go out this weekend. I am thinking of dinner at Share's, the cute little restaurant you and I go to all the time. Well, let me know what you think.

Hoping to see you soon,

Yours truly,

Haden

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The morning started out quickly, Draco's dim witted friends, Crabbe and Goyle gobbled down their food and asked for more rapidly, while Draco sat there, forking his food and looking down at it dully. He found it disinteresting, and his gaze wandered over to the Gryffindor table and he smirked. Granger, it seemed, was thoroughly upset this morning. Her friend, Draco's nemeses, Harry, was rubbing her neck encouragingly, and was whispering to her in a soothing voice while she shook her head vividly.

He watched intently as she got up from the table, gathering her things and leaving the Great Hall. His curiosity got the better of him, and he slowly got up, ignoring the Slytherins. Was that mudblood bitch still over her head over the stupid homework he had ripped up? Pathetic, he thought, retracing her steps. He paused as he saw her figure go into a deserted classroom, used for storage of old potions and cauldrons.

Draco tried the knob and easily went in. Darkness flooded his vision, but he closed the door softly, he saw Granger standing there, her back to him, her arms crossed over her chest, staring into nothing. He smirked and walked quietly behind her, and grabbed her by the waist.

She shrieked in surprise, and turned around to glare at him.

"Malfoy," she noted in disgust. "Come to torture me a bit more, have you? Get a life."

"I have a life, and you should know better than to show your weak insults to me, Granger. I was merely here to get something from here," he lied.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'm very doubtful. What do you need?" She challenged him.

"A six inch pewter spare cauldron colored in black, if you have it," he coolly stated.

She squinted her eyes at him, but after a moment of observation, she looked around and shook her head. "We don't have that. You have to ask one of the professors. That cauldron is used strictly for dark arts that we don't learn 'till seventh year."

"Whatever. What the hell are you doing in here, Granger?"

"That, in fact, is none of your damn business, Malfoy. Now go shag Crabbe or something. I have work to do in here. Or did you forget when you completely damaged my work yesterday afternoon?"

She didn't wait for a response, because she didn't get a proper one. He pulled her against him and pressed his lips against hers. Mouthing wordlessly in shock, he took the chance to slide his tongue over her bottom lip. The kiss was priceless, however, when he pressed further into her body, she pushed him away with her hands, drying her wet lips with the back of her hand.

"What are you doing, Malfoy? What the hell is your problem?"

"My problem, Granger, is that I'd rather shag you than Crabbe." He said this clearly, bluntly and smoothly, smugly. The trademark smirk of his flickered on his face when she came closer, and placed her hands on his hips.

She leaned forward, her lips inches away from his.

"Oh really? Well I'd rather shag Crabbe and Goyle at the same time before shagging you, Malfoy," she whispered, pressing her lower body against his just for a moment so they were brushing against each other before she let go of him and proceeded to the door.

"By the way, Malfoy...I am getting you back for my homework. You won't like to mess with me after this."

With that, she shut the door.

Click.

And locked it.

Draco Malfoy was locked in the storage room, all by himself.

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"I am saying this one more time, bitch. What the hell is the damn password to the Slytherin Common Room?"

The little girl squirmed in Hermione's grip.

"Fine! Fine! This week's password is Stupid Mudblood."

Hermione snorted in disgust. "Oh, how original," she snarled, and let go of the girl and the girl hurried off to class.

She stepped in front of the painting and said the password, and the door swung open to admit her. She looked around at the identical common room, that was in a green and silver decor with a little bit of red and black. She looked around, and finally concluded that it was deserted. She knew she had to be fast, and and find Draco's dorm. There wasn't much time left before Draco found out how to magic the door to the storage room open.

Hermione walked through the common room, and found a small door near the end of the staircase, which was painted in curly letters to say Prefect's Dorm.

She turned the knob, and walked in. This was undoable Draco's dorm. It was covered in silver and green all over. Wondering how Draco could ever become a prefect, she opened the drawers of the dresser he owned and took out all of his clothes, splattering them on the floor. She went through them, her heart beating against her ribs painfully. The fear of getting caught was quite anxious, but exhilarating. Hermione finally found what she was looking for. Boxers, in the color of red, green and silver. She grinned, and took something from out of her pocket. It was a red permanent marker, magicked so that it was impossible to get off, even by wizarding standards.

She took the first pair of boxers which was silver and began writing.

I fuck trees.

Oh yes, payback was going to be a fun little bitch.

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