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?
The detentions with Draco passed by in silence. For the last detention, they were cleaning up Flitwick's classroom, and Draco finally broke. He was annoyed that Granger had managed to keep quiet to him, even when he spoke to her. A Malfoy was to be obeyed, he thought grimly.
So just to get her to say something, he took one of the large books placed on Flitwick's desk (as they were left unsupervised for a few moments) and threw it at the back of her head. She turned around, jumping. When she saw Draco smirking at her, her eyes flashed a deep narrow shade of crimson before she turned back to her work. So Draco stood there in front of his neatly stacked pile of parchments, nothing left to do but feel very stupid and left unsatisfied.
Why was she ignoring him like this? There was no 'What the fuck do you think you're doing' nor 'Shut the fuck up.' Although he had taken no liking to the brainy muggleborn, he had to admit it felt oddly spacey without her annoying words, or her angry blush.
But the day wasn't a complete waste. He had a plan, since the day she had fucked up his room, to get back at her. He knew she was a real Gryffindor Prefect, and had her own dorm. And, that after she finished cleaning her half of the room, she would be free to leave. These two statements gave him plenty of oppurtunities. He smiled weakly, picking up the rest of the parchments. When Granger was finished stacking the books away in the proper bookshelves and spare desks, she fiddled with her robes a bit, put her hair in place again, and yawned, stretching.
Without saying a word, she picked up her bookbag and stalked out of the room. Hurriedly, Draco watched as she escaped through the hallway. He reached inside his bookbag and took out a silvery cloak, and put it on himself, making him completely invisible. He had inherited from his father, for 'dark arts' buisness. He snorted at the thought, and without looking back at the bookbag he had left behind, followed Granger out to the hallway. Her shiny, brunette hair was shaking behind her as she walked. She seemed to be in a tight rush, he noted with interest. Before he knew what was happening, Granger suddenly turned a corner and ran through a door of a classroom. Draco had the self control not to groan aloud.
What was the little mudblood bitch up to now? She knew it was 10 o'clock already, and time for bed. Why couldn't she just go up to her damn dorm? But Draco followed her anyway, finally relenting. He opened the door slowly and stepped in. It was dim lighted, but he could still see the light features of the room. There were ten large desks, along with soft looking chairs, and some cushions sprawled across the floor. There was also a long, blackboard that stood out, and smooth, long chalk on it's border, looking unused and freshly new. Granger, surprisingly, took a seat nearby one of the cushions, and stared blankly at the board. Fear rushed through
Draco, with a soft bit of excitement. What was she waiting for? He shivered unknowingly...
Suddenly, the door swung open again, to reveal a hooded figure. Draco squinted, but the dim light showed nothing. The figure sat her/himself down onto a seat next to her, across the table.
"Sorry I'm late." It was a deep, male voice, that sounded strangely familiar. He squinted again, and saw a flash of red hair.
"It's okay, I would've waited anyway. Listen, thanks for meeting me."
"No problem, 'Mione...we are friends after all."
Draco restrained a snort on his part. It was obviously Weasley, trying to suck up to Granger, and strangely enough, Draco found himself sickened with the thought of Granger kissing Weasley.
"Look, I don't know what Harry told you..."
" - What do you - talked to me since - "
Draco crept closer, and placed himself silently on a seat near the talking and contented couple. They were whispering, their heads close, whispering to each other. It made his stomach grumble.
"I haven't been avoiding you Ron, it's just, the incident with me and Malfoy," Hermione said, creeping closer to him. Draco jumped a bit when he heard his surname being called.
"I know it wasn't your fault, 'Mione...that guy's a bloody son of a bitch, he manipulates people to getting what they want. Someday he'll realize the world doesn't work that way...I'd never want him near you again, I don't want you to get hurt," Weasley said softly, rubbing his fingers against the strands of hair hanging loosely from her ponytail and onto her neck.
Oh, how sweet, Draco thought sarcastically. It's obvious he wants to get laid by the fucking bitch, why doesn't just put a move on? He shivered slightly at the thought of what one of 'Weasley's moves' would be. He listened to more whispered chatter of recent plays of Qudditch, laughter about Weasley's brother's new pranks, Weasley's little sister's new secret crush, which he did not approve of (Ron! You don't even know who it is!, 'So what, my little sister isn't supposed to grow up!') Draco grew to be very bored indeed, before his brilliant mind deducted a demented plan. The table covered both Granger and Weasley's legs, and they were sitting across from each other. He grinned. Being invisible was going to be a little more fun...
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"So then, Colin, you know, the tiny guy with the camera, follows Harry around? He was like 'Oh yeah, Ron, tell Gin I had a great time last night'...I mean, what's that about?"
"Oh Ron, don't tell me you beat him into a pulp."
Ron shrugged in reply. "Hey, a great time might sound normal to him, but not when it involves my baby sister...especially since she was quiet about the date...maybe something happened?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Or maybe it's because she had to see you afterwards, mmm?" she teased.
His ears turned red and he chuckled softly.
Hermione was about to comment when something unexpected happened. Something brushed against her leg, another leg of some kind. It was kneeling foward so it was creeping it's way between her legs...
"Ron!" she shrieked.
Ron jumped. "What is it?"
"What - what are you doing?" asked his best friend breathlessly. "Are you insane?" A heavy blush was falling in her cheeks.
"What are you -" he stopped talking quickly and his ears turned red. "Uh, 'Mione, could you please refrain from...um, could you remove your foot...it's on my..."
Hermione jumped up. "What?!"
"What?!" Ron repeated, easily confused. Hermione looked around, a slight gape in her lips.
"Okay, this is scaring me...I'm going to bed. G'night," she said in a rush, and patted his hair affectionately before running toward the door, swinging it open and rushing into the hallway.
Draco was in silent fits of laughter as he proceeded to follow her.
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She was going to undress!
Draco Malfoy couldn't believe his luck. Hermione Granger was going to undress in front of him, unknowingly. He found this strangely seductive. They had finally arrived at her dorm, and she was hurriedly getting off of her robes, and now she was unbuttoning her blouse slowly, sweeping it off of her shoulders, revealing, white, creamy skin.
In all the years of Hogwarts, Hermione managed to fail to do one thing: show off her beautiful figure.
Now that her blouse was off, her fingers were beginning to work on the hem of her skirt, what Draco had been anticipating all these weeks.
It slowly revered down her hips and steered out of her legs, and she folded it up neatly along with her blouse. Her undergarments consisted both of the same, white, cotton fabric.
Draco was filled with slight disappointment. He had thought that she would at least wear silk underwear, but white cotton was all she could wear, he felt strangely like he was watching Virgin Mary undress.
His disappointment floated away as Hermione began taking things out of a drawer, placing them messily on the floor. Undergarments socks, shirts, tops, pants, and pajamas. Finally, she took out something that Draco thought looked a bit like a bundle of silk. The fabric looked shiny, anyway. It was silver colored, and it wasn't before she placed it over her head and over her figure that he figured out what it was. It was a short nightgown, that came up to her knees, with four thin straps, two thin ones in each shoulder, to support the hold. He frowned slowly. Couldn't she wear something a bit shorter? Or get rid of those stupid strings, to show a bit more cleavage? He rolled his eyes, and watched as she collapsed into bed, obviously troubled but still tired the same.
Good. She didn't turn off the light. This will make it a bit easier for me...
He grinned mischievously.
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It was dim. It was dim. Hmmm...
Everything seemed perfectly normal. Except for the fact that she was in the Forbidden Forest, and that it was nighttime. Sweat was rushing through the brims of her forehead. Someone's watching me, she thought. Someone's watching me...
There was a tap on her back.
"AGHH!" Hermione jumped and shrieked, looking at the face.
Harry. "What're you doing here?"
"You have to choose," he merely said. It was then that she realized that he had an afro on, one that was orange. She didn't find this funny in her dream, of course...she screamed.
"NO! PLEASE! NO!"
"YES! MUHAHAHA - ACK! Help, I'm choking!" Harry clutched his throat, his glasses popping out, and his large afro shaking back and forth
"No! Harry, NO!" she ran to aid him to help, but she couldn't get near him. A strange, watery substance stood around him like a bubble, and she was unable to get in.
"I don't think so," a voice drawled. Hermione gasped. DRACO!!??
She turned her head to the side, but it wasn't Draco. It was Professor Flitwick, but he WAS Draco.
"AAAAAHHAAAA..." Professor/Draco exclaimed, pointing at Harry.
Draco, or whoever he was, was hit over in the head with an umbrella, suddenly.
Then, came out Colin Creevey.
"'Mione, come to Hogesmade, come! Come! COME!" he said, in a squeaky voice. His hair was turning red...
"RON! RON!"
"FORGET ABOUT HIM!" both Harry and Professor Flitwick/Malfoy exclaimed.
Flitwick grabbed Hermione by her ears, and kissed her fiercely.
"NOOOO!"
The last thing she remembered, was a gray mixture of lighting, and Harry's orange massive amount of hair shaking back and forth again...
Hermione Granger shifted in bed, and opened her eyes, horrified, clutching her head.
She gasped. Her room was so... hot...the large portion of heat was surrounding her, and Hermione felt sweat trickle down her hair. All she could remember was the burning sensation in her temples as Flitwick had kissed her...even though it felt oddly disgusting, she could still feel the pricking tingling of Draco's lips.
Suddenly, she burst out laughing. Harry had been in an afro! Snorting, she threw the covers off of her, and blinked the darkness into vision. She needed ice, something cold to lather over her body...a cold shower. Her loss of sleep had set her off in a extreme headache. She collapsed back in bed and reached out to put her arm around her side pillow by her left side.
That's when she realized that it wasn't the pillow she was hugging.
It was the lumpy form of a person.
And that person was Draco Malfoy.
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Hehe, hope I did alright with the dream...believe me, I've had weirder dreams!
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Love,
-Courtney
