Having Fun With The Devil
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Cruel Intentions Style
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner 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?
"What in the bloody hell is this?"
Draco Malfoy was staring around at his room, and he was awestruck. Underwear and other clothes were thrown all over the place, personal items strewn upon the bed. If he was a girl, he'd shriek and squeal and break into pieces, but Draco Malfoy was not one to be made a fool out of.
Sighing in shock, he picked up his silver boxers, which had been paid for and in scripted the Slytherin Serpent by his own father. He made a raw noise of anger, for in the back, was written in clear, red words were:
I fuck trees.
Who had done this? Who the fuck in this world had been brave enough to challenge a Malfoy? Ruin his property, and trespass on everything his father had paid so much for? It was not likely to be a Slytherin, for most feared him, and it certainly wasn't any of the Slytherin Girls, because they worshipped him beyond control because of his godly tendencies in bed. And besides, they were too stupid and not careful to create such a mess and not leave any evidence.
Was there any evidence? It seemed whoever the intruder was had something harsh against him and was very clever indeed.
Groaning, he grabbed his wand from the drawer and whipped it around lazily.
"Rependo!"
Clothes were starting to rise and they placed themselves neatly together in a bundle in the middle of the floor.
"Crespanio!"
This spell did not have much effect at all. The stains and written words upon his clothes merely looked drenched, and the color was now dripping on the sides of clothing.
He bit his lip, and started picking them up and folding them by hand. This was house elf work! Whoever did this was going to pay, and pay big they were. Nobody messed with a Malfoy and got away with it!
As he folded the clothes and put them neatly in drawers, he sniffed the air suspiciously.
It smelled of something different, not of Draco's faint cologne as it usually smelled like. No, this scent was entirely different, and it smelled of fresh apples. He found this smell oddly familiar, a perfume of some kind, clearly belonging to a girl's and as he sniffed enticingly throughout his room, a grin started to spread through his face...
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Dear Haden,
Hermione tapped her quill against her chin, thinking. What would she write? What could she write? The boy she had fallen in love with during the summer after her 5th year was in love with someone else! Someone else who was smarter, prettier, and older, and spunkier than her. What had she done so wrong to deserve this?
You're in love, huh? That's great, buddy!
She made a cringing face and crossed that sentence out. That's great buddy? It sounded extremely homosexual! She couldn't write anything like that, it would seem too obvious. Haden was working up to become a doctor, for heaven's sakes, he was not one to be fooled. She continued, starting with a fresh new piece of parchment.
Dear Haden,
I'm really glad you're doing good back home. Things are fine here. Clarissa seems like a nice enough girl, I think you chose well. I won't be home for Christmas, I'd like to stay here for a while. With my friends. I hope you're doing well, and I hope you have a happy Christmas. With Clarissa.
Love from
Hermione
There, she thought as she folded up the letter and stuck it inside the letter to her parents. Since Haden knew nothing of the Wizarding World, he was told that Hermione was going to a private boarding school in Long Island, and Hermione knew she could trust her parents enough to give the letter straight to him. Spraying another layer of her apple scented perfume, she wrapped another ribbon around the two letters and set off to the Owlery.
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Dear Father,
I will be ready.
-Draco
Dear Sarah,
You know how bratty mothers can be. Sorry I can't come this weekend. Perhaps it will be better if I come next weekend? I want to hear what important thing you have to tell me. I'm doing well in school, and Father thinks I should get the Dark Mark soon. You want to know what's been going on here? Well, not much. I ripped up this mudblood's homework, and she got all pissed off and trashed my private room here. That's all so far. I miss you, I've only slept with Pansy and this dumb Hufflepuff girl since we got here. You know, these people need to learn how to fuck, they have poor skills. You, Sarah, are so much more compared to them.
I look forward to seeing you next weekend,
Cordially yours,
Draco L. Malfoy
Draco took the letters and folded it up. His owl, Daren, was up in the Owlery, eating. Snorting in disgust, he stuffed the letters in his robes and reluctantly looking around his room, he shut the door behind him, placing a locking charm as he left.
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Hermione looked around, observing the owls. A rather darling owl that was pure black with white highlights flew around her head, and she noticed that the owl had a small green ribbon placed strategically on it's collar. She grabbed the owl slowly and patted it on it's head, smiling at it. She looked at the ribbon, it was pure emerald and as she looked closely, she saw a silver snake imprinted upon the nape.
Before she could figure out what it meant, she heard footsteps behind her, and someone say, "Granger, get your filthy hands off my owl."
She whipped around and was so surprised that she let the owl go, and it flew over to Draco in an instant, perching itself upon his finger. She observed him, a frown on her face. He was wearing black robes, a green scarf, and his hair wasn't slicked back, but thrown in a messy manner. He was glaring at her in disgust and she smiled sweetly at him. He obviously hadn't forgotten the hours he spent stuck in the storage room when she had locked him in.
"Sorry, Dray-co, didn't know that darling owl was yours," she said, grinning.
He looked at her strangely, and she stood there as he pinned two small parchments into the owl's beak. He whispered something to the raven owl and patted it softly on it's head. The owl obeyed and flew across the room and out a nearby window.
"Rare owl, it is. A Collerby, I presume? That's a beautiful one, mostly they're white, but little precious Daddy wanted to get the best for Draky, eh?" Granger seemed to be in a delightful mood, Draco noted bitterly.
"Glad you're enjoying my misery, Granger. Really, don't you think it's a bit harsh to mess up my property when I ripped up some stupid assignment of yours?"
Her smile flickered slightly, but widened slowly as he glared at her.
"Stupid? I don't care what you accuse me of, Malfoy. But my work isn't stupid. In fact, it's rather clever. More clever than yours. I bet Daddy Dearest was surprised when a little mudblood beat you in every exam?" she said innocently.
His glared tightened and he walked toward her. She watched nervously as he took hold of her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. Pain surfaced in her back, but he didn't seem to notice. Draco pressed against her grimly and planted his forehead over his.
"Listen, here, you little bitch, you. Nobody messes with a Malfoy and gets away with it. Nobody. I don't give a damn if you're top in the class, the fact that I'll have the pleasure killing you and your parents soon speaks for itself," he spat.
Hermione squirmed at his tight grip, but he didn't let go. Instead, he moved his face slightly toward hers so that their lips were inches away from each other. Hermione took an intake of her breath as he lowered his lips.
She could feel Draco's bottom lip brushing against her top one, and she quivered slightly. Closing her eyes on instinct, she relaxed in his tight embrace, unwillingly enjoying the feeling of his toned chest pressed hard against her bosom.
"Does the little mudblood like this?" he whispered mockingly at her. Hermione kept her eyes closed as she felt his fingers explore her sides. She whimpered as she felt something hard pressing against her hips.
"Well it seems you certainly do," Hermione replied, still keeping her eyelids closed. Her nose was on the bridge of his cheek, and their lips were almost touching. She knew with one single movement, her and Malfoy would be kissing. And what scared her the most, was that she actually wanted the movement to happen. Leaning forward an inch, their lips brushed against each other, and she felt Draco take a painful breath. She scrunched up her forehead in confusion. What the hell was wrong with him?
Letting all thoughts swim away from her head, she put her hands on her neck and pulled him closer.
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Stupid mudblood, he thought loathingly. Even though he hated her to his every being, he had to admit she was damn hot, and the thing that turned him on the most was that she was completely humbled by it. She was one of the few Gryffindors that actually bothered to wear her robes properly, and she hid that sweet little body inside those insane clothes. The thought wanted to make him rip them off of her. The fact that they were sworn enemies since their first year, and they were in opposite houses and that this was forbidden gave Draco a chill of excitement he had never felt with Sarah, that forbidding feeling that plunged into his body.
Sarah, he suddenly remembered, he took a painful breath. He saw Granger's face scrunch up in puzzlement before she pulled him towards her, kissing him. The fragrance of apples reached his nostrils, and he felt himself getting drowsy. He scowled at himself for being such a cunt. How could he just lose control over a stupid mudblood? But she's quite hotter than you expected, another voice said in her head. Her thigh was clinging to his hip now, and she was pressing hard against him. Her lips weren't that bad either, how they seemed to pay attention to small corners of his flesh and make him want more. Her lips left off of his, and he started to protest, but felt her fingertip stop him.
Granger's lips were now slipping past his chin and onto his neck. Her lips were brushing so timidly against his skin that he grabbed a hold of her brown curls in case the loss of control seemed to happen. He vaguely recalled that she was unbuttoning his shirt, and he stopped her. She gaped at him in surprise, but her mouth went down when he pressed his lips against hers again. She gave in, holding onto him tightly for support of balance. One hand was wandering around her backside, and one was placed firmly on her ribcage, going upward and downward.
Hermione gave what was unmistakingly a small moan, and her knee was now placed between his knees. It happened so fast that they were unable to stop it. The door to the Owlery opened suddenly, and they both pulled away from each other quickly.
The intruder was a small fifth year Hufflepuff girl, the one that Draco had slept with in the beginning of the term. She shot him a suspicious glance, but all she did was take a small white colored owl from the selection and left.
"That, was close," breathed Hermione.
"Yeah, really close," Draco said, a small smirk placed on his lips.
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The beautiful girl tugged strings of hair out of her way, and set down to read her lover's latest letter. Her eyes darted toward the last words.
You want to know what's been going on here? Well, not much. I ripped up this mudblood's homework, and she got all pissed off and trashed my private room here. That's all so far. I miss you, I've only slept with Pansy and this dumb Hufflepuff girl since we got here. You know, these people need to learn how to fuck, they have poor skills. You, Sarah, are so much more compared to them.
I look forward to seeing you next weekend,
Cordially yours,
Draco L. Malfoy
Sarah snorted in disgust. Cordially yours? What happened to love, yours truly, sincerely, even? Sarah however, was flattered that she bedded Draco better than other girls. She took a pen out and ripped off a pink piece of paper from her stationary and began writing back.
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Hermione was only aware that Draco Malfoy was snogging her.
"Draco," she said, pushing him away and wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "We - I have - we have to stop."
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, looking at her hungrily. She looked away, and felt him pull her into his arms again. As soon as his lips touched hers again, she lost all the control she had managed to regain. She felt herself being pulled into a hard surface of the floor, and she heard Draco whisper something that sounded oddly like "I'd rather fuck you than trees."
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Dear Draco,
This is a very hard letter for me to write. Perhaps it shouldn't be written at all. But I need to tell you this. I can't wait for next weekend, this needs to be said right now. I am pregnant. Your mother knows, I told her during our tea. I wanted to tell you before, but I couldn't stand it. I can't wait to see you again.
(P.S., I'm flattered I am a better fuck than those two girls. And that mudblood sounds like a bitch. I'll take care her if you want me to.)
"Cordially yours",
Sarah H.
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Well, okay that was sudden snogging, AND sudden news about Sarah...but can you blame me, I've always been a drama queen! Sorry guys, I'll try to do better next time. BTW, I am really surprised at the response I got at the first and second chapter! Over 40 reviews!!! I really appreciate your reviews, and thank you thank you thank you.
I have never done this before, but some authors do it, and I always listen to songs while I write, so....
Songs listened to while writing this:
Supernatural By Divine Right
If I Had The Chance By Cynthia
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"Cordially yours"...
-Court
