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?
It had been two weeks since the incident at the Owlery, and Draco and Hermione had been avoiding each other. Hermione was busy studying for exams, while Draco did his usual strut around the school and earned unfair points for Slytherin from Snape. As Hermione read her schedule, she groaned aloud. Double Potions with the Slytherins. It was a nightmare waiting to happen. Ever since her lips had been placed on Draco's, she couldn't forget the rush of feelings that had exploded inside her, causing her to squirm every so often. She hated Draco, loathed him to his very being, and didn't want to have a crush on him. All the years that he had taunted her about being muggleborn were far too much to forgive and forget. She wished she could strangle him, and laugh while he died. But, she wanted to kiss him also. It was a slight dilemma that not even drowning herself in studying could cure. Every time she woke up in the morning, she went to breakfast and had a nagging suspicion that someone was watching her. However, when her glance went to the Slytherin table, Draco seemed to be occupied with his food. Was she just being paranoid? Or did her subconscious really want to catch Malfoy staring at her?
The answer came in Potions. Ron and Harry were walking beside her, and she wasn't listening to a word they were saying. She was looking around, feeling a stare at the back of her neck. Shrugging the thought off, she continued walking to class, and managed to hear clips of conversation.
"So, Hermione and I will ...."
"What?" she turned her attention to her friends, were talking excitedly to each other.
"We were just finalizing the plans. Harry's going to be with Sarah at Hogesmade, so I thought we could go together," said Ron, giving her a half smile. She widened her eyes, turning away, a silent dread growing in her stomach. Hermione knew very well Ron had feelings for her, but she had gotten over her silly crush on him in their fifth year, however, it was obvious that Ron hadn't.
"Hermione? You agree right?"
Hermione looked at him, finally managing a wide smile.
"Of course, Ron. We'll have fun," she said. His ears turned red, and he grinned back at her, going back to talking to Harry. She sighed softly, and was thinking about excuses not to go when there was a tap on her shoulder.
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Draco Malfoy was vaguely aware that ever since their make out session, Granger seemed hesitant to talk to him. Of course, it wasn't like he wanted to talk to her, it just annoyed him when girls thought they could dump him. That's my job, he thought smugly to himself. He glanced lazily at his schedule, and saw that next was Double Potions with Gryffindors. He grinned. Perfect. That little mudblood Granger couldn't avoid him then. As he was walking to class, he saw the famous trio walking across the halls. Catching up with him, he walked softly behind them, trying to hear bits of conversation.
"I thought we could go together," Weasley was saying. Draco stopped for a second, before regaining his walking. Was he saying that to Granger? Go together where? A forbidding rush fell into his stomach, and he saw Granger look away from Weasley as he turned red. Anger flooded Draco, did the little mudblood think that he was going to let her off the hook so easily?
"Hermione you agree right?" added Weasley, with a pathetic hopefulness in his voice.
Granger looked back at Weasley and gave him a wide smile that made Draco want to choke her to death, right there. "Of course, Ron. We'll have fun."
She sighed softly, probably relieved she finally had a date, Draco thought harshly. Unaware of what he was doing, Draco reached up his hand and tapped Granger on the shoulder. She stopped and turned around, her brown hair swirling across her shoulders.
"Herm - Herm, what're you waiting for?" Potter was saying, and he and Weasley stopped and turned around like her, giving Draco furious glares.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Weasley said, grinding his teeth. Draco snorted. As if the Weasel could do anything to him.
"I want to speak to Granger," he said with relish.
"What would you want with me, Malfoy?" Granger prompted, giving him a warning look. He smirked at her slowly.
"Oh I am sorry, I'll leave you alone. I guess kissing in the Owlery meant nothing to you...?" he remarked innocently.
Weasley and Potter clenched their fists, giving him murderous glares.
"Get away from her, Malfoy. Like she would kiss filth like you," Potter spat. Weasley didn't trust himself to speak, he merely glared at Malfoy in an unsure way.
Draco gave a mock gasp. "You mean, you didn't tell your best friends about us, Granger?"
They both looked at Granger, awaiting her denial. But she gave none, to Draco's satisfaction. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were flaming, her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
"Harry, Ron, can you go inside the classroom? I'd like to have a word with Malfoy here," she said casually, glancing at them. They opened their mouths to protest, but Hermione pushed them into Snape's classroom and closed the door. He had never seen her so mad in her life. Unlike her shocked and innocent expression when he had accused her of kissing him in front of her two best friends, this time he could see she was really pissed off. Her fists were clenched, and her eyes wide, her lips set in a firm straight line.
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"You have some fucking nerve," Hermione said. He smirked at her, although his eyes were narrowing dangerously.
"You - bitch," Hermione said calmly. She had never been so pissed off in her entire life. He had teased her often about her muggleborn parents, and the fact that she had bushy hair, but embarrassing her in front of her two best friends with complete truth had caught her off guard. She didn't want to screw around with his mind anymore. She wanted to kill him, with her bare hands. It scared her, the anger that rose inside of her, but it felt oddly exhilarating, and she wanted to feel the outrageous feeling more often. Instead of killing him, she settled for pushing him against the wall. Hard. His head banged against the hard surface, and he groaned, rubbing his head with his hand.
"You're going to pay for that, Granger," he yelled, whipping out his wand, but Hermione was already ready. She kicked him hard on the groin with her knee, and he yelled out loudly, his wand dropping to the floor. She picked it up and jabbed it to his chest as he sat against the wall, groaning in agony.
"You think just because I'm a girl that I don't play rough? Think again, Malfoy. God or your father can't save your ass this time. And to think, you're going to get murdered by a girl."
"I don't believe in God," Malfoy replied.
Hermione's anger rose once more, and she pulled his hand over his neck, clutching it tightly. To hear Malfoy speaking about God like that was enough.
"I don't fucking care, you hear me?" she whispered, leaning dangerously close to his face.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her down to the floor, holding her down with his palm on her head.
Hermione whimpered in pain. The sharp edge of the floor was grinding against her head, and Draco's fingers were covering her eyes slightly.
All that she could feel was a soft brushing against her lips, and a tingling sensation running through them. Those lips were so soft, she thought vaguely, pressing against them. The tingle was spreading from her bottom lip to her top. She didn't want to stop, and she didn't want to think. He pressed against her body, and she pulled herself against him, trying to feel more of him. Her hands were numb, and so was her mind. His hand was rubbing against her hip, making her shift uncomfortably against him, where she could feel his throbbing hardness. He's turned on, she thought, wanting to smile. It was flattering how she could make him react so easily with one, swift movement. His nails were digging against her forehead, and she whimpered once more, feeling the pricking numbness in her temples.
"You be a good little girl now," he murmured softly, his lips kissing the front of her neck and spreading through her breasts. Her robes shifted open easily, and it revealed a white blouse, trimmed and pressed neatly. He chuckled, his teeth on one of the buttons. She pushed him away and unbuttoned it slowly, her eyes on his face. He watched intently as she finished the process, showing the small cleavage of her flesh. He smirked slightly and proceeded to go on top of her again, but she obviously had other plans, because she pushed him against the floor, and leaned close to his ear.
"We could caught, you know," she said innocently. Dra-Malfoy laughed and squeezed her hip encouragingly.
"Isn't that the fun part?" he said enticingly. Hermione smiled and got up and Malfoy gulped. Her strapless bra was hanging loosely across her skin, and her robes were halfway hanging down her waist, and she pulled them off, so she was only wearing her skirt. Instead of taking off her shoes and high knee socks, she put her hands on her hips and looked at him expectantly.
"Hey, it's not fair if I'm the only one going to be naked," she said, pouting. He clumsily got up, glaring at her. He stripped off his robes and looked back at her stubbornly.
"Not enough skin, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said, grinning. "Your not self conscious, are you?" she asked mockingly, with a gasp.
His glare deepened as he started pulling on his shirt, but then he hesitated. "You take off your bra."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
They must've been pretty loud, because the classroom door nearby to the Potions Classroom opened, and Hermione, horrified, stood numbly in her place, scared to look that way.
"You are disturbing my class- what the ..."
She finally took a deep breath, and to her horror, Professor Snape was staring at them crossly, but his expression changed swiftly into complete shock as he eyed the students. Gryffindor Prefect, half naked, standing across from Slytherin Prefect, who had his robes off. They must've been quite a sight. Hermione's body was numb from disbelief. It can't get any worse, she thought deridingly.
But it did. Students were peering out curiously, to see what had caused such a disturbance to have Snape open the door and end in a gasp. Harry and Ron were among them.
This just gets better and better, Hermione thought bitterly.
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Ohhhh that SUCKED SO MUCH. Oh God, I have a big case of writer's block, that's the worst thing I've ever written ...well actually, I have more, but this completely SUCKED. Also, I'm sorry for the lack of smut, my smut sucks in this story, sorry, I guess I don't know how to write D/HR smut anymore. I'm SO sorry guys. I might stop writing this, since it's turning out so hurried and bad....
But I do appreciate your reviews, I mean 76 reviews for three chapters, is amazing!!! I loved all of them!!!! I wish I could tell you guys to review, but you probably won't, so I just want to tell everyone I am sorry again.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...
-Court
