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?
Hermione took an intake of her breath. The covers shifted a bit, and went to reveal Draco's angelic face. He had obviously turned over in his half-sleep. Hermione had the sudden sensation to shriek, because Harry was awfully close to the sleeping figure, and if he found out, their friendship wouldn't last for long.
"I wanted to talk to you - about the kiss," Harry nervously stated, wringing his fingers in his hands.
She nodded innocently, looking down at her knees. Her heartbeat race increased quickly as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"It was wrong. I'm sorry."
Hermione did not quite know what to say right then. Part of her was relieved, they could put this behind them, and then she could deal with the horrid situation of the war with Malfoy and Haden's new girlfriend. But there was another part that was stricken. Why had he changed his mind so steadily after the kiss? From her point of view, the brushing across the lips hadn't been bad. In fact, she was pretty sure it would've felt the same way with Haden. If she ever got to kiss him, that is.
"Oh. Okay. Well, you better leave. I need to get to sleep anyway. Got to be fresh up for Hogesmade tomorrow. See you there?" she said, hoping she sounded offhand. She needed him to get out of her room so she could finish the job of turning Malfoy into a woman, anyway.
"Sure, 'Mione," he replied, and Hermione could've sworn there was a disappointed catch to his face.
"What is it?" she asked curiously, fighting the urge to groan. This boy would not give up, would he?
"Nothing, it's just you seem really eager to get me out. You don't even seem sleepy," Harry said, squirming a bit.
Hermione shrugged. "But I am, Harry. We don't have anything else to say, alright?"
Apparently, her voice had come out snappish, because Harry's head shifted toward hers, his green eyes boring into her brown ones.
"Is there something wrong? What did I say to make you so pissed?"
"Nothing."
But Harry kept giving her the suspicious look, so she sighed in withdrawal.
"I just think it's really rich of you to kiss me and then say it was a big mistake and tyr to be the freaking hero," she said bitterly.
"I didn't kiss you! YOU kissed me!" he objected.
She gasped. "I did not!"
"Yes you did! And by the way, I bet if I was Malfoy and kissed you, you would've kissed me back. What is it with you Hermione? You're being a complete hypocrite bitch. You can kiss your enemy, but no, when your best friend does, you just push me away. You don't even seem to like Ron anymore."
"I never did!" she confessed, getting up. She was tired of everyone implying that she had not gotten over him, especially Harry. And she did not like at all how he referred to her as a "hypocrite bitch". Hadn't they been friends long enough to not get mad over silly things? But she knew it wasn't a mere "thing". Oh no, it was far worse than that.
"Then how is it that you take a liking to your enemy? Answer me that." His face was red now, gleaming in the darkness. He had gotten up from the bed now too, and was in splitting rage.
"I - I don't like him! You really need to leave now, Harry. You're giving me a headache!"
"Tell me the last time I gave a damn. You don't like Malfoy? Prove it."
Then Hermione did something that was definitely uncalled for. She threw her arms around him and kissed him. It wasn't one of those romantic scenarios where there was a moment. It was a moment of stupidity and a way to get Harry to shut up.
It was nothing like before. The quick brushing of lips had done no mercy. This time, their lips collided heatedly, with Hermione clutching Harry's waist tightly, not trusting herself to regain oxygen. It felt good, to kiss like this, and not worry about who she was kissing, because his tight grip on her reminded her that it was Harry, Harry, just a friend, and it was okay. She didn't have to worry about if she was kissing an enemy or not. It's just a friendly kiss, she told herself playfully, and she knew it was a lie, because suddenly her body was against the soft rumbled covers of the bed, and he was half lying on top of her, pulling on the fabric of her nightgown.
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"Tell me the last time I gave a damn."
More muffled whispers.
"Prove it." It was a male voice, deeper and softer than Draco's. He saw the familiar edge to it. It belonged to Potter. He dared not to open his eyes. He knew he had fallen asleep on Granger's bed, but he was half awake, aware of sounds and mumbles. So. Potter was with Granger now. Suddenly, there was a large plump on the bed, and by instinct he turned his head, and saw a rather surprising sight.
Hermione Granger, with Harry Potter, on top of her. Who would've thought? he thought, trying to put the situation in an amusing way. But this did not succeed. The fact that Herm- Granger was going to get laid by the Boy Who Lived in the bed that he was in was not a happy thought. He slowly rose from his covers, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He got up from the bed unnoticed by the kissing couple, and ran past them. His eyes caught on something gleaming on Granger's desk drawer.
Two letters. Both wrapped around with gleaming silver ribbons shimmering in the dim light. He grabbed them carefully, and pulled the invisibility cloak onto him which he had left in the floor.
By the time he had arrived at his prefect dorm, his mind was swimming with curiosity about what would happen next. The war would certainly go on until someone called a truce or gave up. But none of them were ready for that, were they? Draco raised his eyebrows. Perhaps Granger would call for a truce.
He shrugged to himself and proceeded to open the first enevelope he had 'borrowed' from Granger's dorm.
Dearest Hermione,
Jenny is still awaiting you for Christmas. Emma is crying more often then ever because her aunt hasn't arrived yet. Next week, you will arrive, Hermione. I demand you come. Just because Jenny might make a mistake doesn't mean Emma did anything wrong. She's your sister, and Emma's your niece. I know you'll give in, you've always been a nice person, Hermione. Please, please take this into consideration.
Love,
Dad
(P.S. Haden's letter is enclosed)
Aw, isn't that adorable, Draco thought, laughing, tugging the letter back into the envelope. So Granger was having family troubles, eh? Who the hell was Haden, though? The answer to that question came quickly as he picked up the second envelope.
Dear 'Mione:
Clarissa is dating her teacher. It's over between us. I guess this letter's supposed to be sappy, but she was the one that broke up with me. She said she loved me, but my heart was somewhere else. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, anyway, I thought. But I guess she was right. Everytime I looked at her, I found myself comparing her to you, thinking of the qualities you have that she doesn't. She might be smarter and prettier, but you were more fun to be around with. And I guess it doesn't help either that one time I slipped and called her Mione. That led to a big argument. I wanted to marry her, but I guess it just wasn't right. I want to see you at Christmas, Hermione. I want for us to go on a date. A real one. I want to spend Christmas with you too. I don't want to feel like you're a girl on the rebound, I really don't think we should be just friends. Please let me know what you think. I'm already kicking myself for writing this to you, anyway.
Miss you,
-Haden
An unknown furious force took over Draco. So. The little Granger was a slut. Two guys were after her. Was it two? Was Draco after her too? No, it was just a war. A silly little game. But he had a dreading and exciting feeling that it was going to get a bit more intense.
He happened to glance in the mirror and gaped. Lipstick smeared his lips. He looked absolutely disgusting! Granger had done this! She had waken and seen the clothes and had done this! She was planning to humiliate him in public! We'll see about this, he thought sinisterly. He grinded his teeth, and then a strange grin spread onto his face. Now he had an excuse.
Oh yes, Granger would pay.
Dear Haden,
To hell I'm going out with you. You are a disgusting little bastard. I'm glad Clarissa is gone, why would you think a girl like her would like you anyways? I might come home for Christmas, I haven't decided yet, but it won't be for you if I go. It'll be for Emma and Jenny.
I hope you die, Merry Christmas.
-Hermione Granger
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WELL THAT SUCKED! Sorry, guys...not much smut on D/HR..actually not any at all. I promise there will be in the next chapter. Sorry about H/HR, I can't resist making things more complicated for these two! Don't worry, those wondering about what happened to pregnant Sarah will get their wish.
Thanks for all the encouraging reviews!!!!
Love,
-Court
