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?
WARNING: This chapter is sappy and sucks. Don't tell me I didn't warn you.
The morning came only too soon. Hermione shielded her eyes from the beaming light producing from her windows and yawned tiredly. Yesterday night's events were buzzing into her head, turning into confusion every so often. She looked beside her, looking into the face of Harry's.
She leaned over and shook him gently, and he made a slight movement and murmured something without opening his eyes.
"Harry, wake up," she whispered in his ear, tenderly rubbing his locks of black hair.
"One more minute, Aunt Petunia," Harry mumbled inaudibly, shaking off Hermione's hands.
"Aunt Petunia?" Hermione questioned in disgust.
"Well," she continued in a loud voice in his ear, "If I am your aunt, then we did some very, very bad things yesterday."
"What?" Harry jumped up, wiping his eyes. When he saw Hermione, he gave her a weak grin.
"Hey," he said, his breath fanning her face.
"Good morning," she replied shyly, warily looking at his bare chest.
"What day is it?"
"The day to pack my bags. Christmastime, it's here at last," she breathed.
"Oh, right. You're coming with us to the Burrow, then?"
Hermione shrugged. "Err- maybe I'll visit, but my, well, sister Jenny, she's expecting me for home, so I'm going to go there. And anyway, I am not sure Ron would comfortable around me at the Burrow if he finds out what happened."
Harry looked bewildered for a moment. Then, realization came over his face of the past night's events and nodded. "That's true...but you can't leave me alone with him at the Burrow to tell him alone...that's not fair."
His friend rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't do that. Just, just restrain yourself from talking much about me at Christmas, okay? And then, when we're back, we'll...,we'll figure something out."
"Okay," he agreed meekly, observing her. "You look pretty in bed sheets," he said, grinning slyly.
"You!" Hermione said, laughing, hitting him with a pillow.
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Draco Malfoy warily stuffed his clothes in various bags, and prized possessions, and of course, some homework. He was only going home for Christmas for Sarah anyway. He didn't like going home, facing his egotistical father and his careless mother. But, it was only for Christmas, so it didn't really matter.
He was still overjoyed of what he had done yesterday. He thought it was ingenious, brilliant, and in fact, very evil. "Haden" was obviously smitten with Granger, and if he took that away from her, she would be more than pissed. Oh well, he thought, she deserves it.
But a little part of his mind knew that he was lying to himself.
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Of course, it occurred to her that Draco had left. But she tried hard not to think about him seeing Harry and her kiss. The thought was too unnerving to think about. The fact that Draco had even been in the bed while they were talking was disgusting.
"Hermione, are you listening to me?" Ginny's voice interrupted.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Fine, tell me what I was saying."
Hermione thought fast. "Err- something about a guy you like and...uh ... other stuff."
Ginny rolled her eyes stubbornly.
"It's not just that. Hermione, is fifteen too young to...um...lose your virginity?" she said, speaking the words quickly.
That got her friend's attention very well.
"What?" she sputtered, widening her eyes.
"I mean - I -" she stammered, her brown eyes twitching in nervousness.
"You what?" Hermione said slowly, even though her intention was to say 'What the fuck?!'
Ginny didn't answer. Her cheeks was turning slowly red, and she turned away shyly from Hermione.
"Ginny, is this just a silly question of yours, or something that - that is about you?" Hermione noted carefully, hoping she would say it was just a silly question.
"It's sort of about me. I mean, Ron would kill me if he knew, but I - oh, I don't know. Forget it, that was very idiotic of me to talk to you about this. Especially since you're my brother's best friend."
"Gin, tell me. I won't care, okay? I didn't know you wanted to talk to me in the first place. You just said that you needed help packing, and since I already packed, I agreed to helping you. But if what you really want to do is talk, that's fine," Hermione babbled, wishing she had made up an excuse and bolted out of the room right then.
"Well...okay," Ginny said, dropping one of the shirts she was about to pack, and took a seat on her bed. Hermione reluctantly sat next to her, waiting.
Finally, her friend began to speak. "There's this guy. He - well we don't know each other very well. We've had troubles in the past, but everytime I look at him, he's so gorgeous, you know? And I have these thoughts about doing more than kissing with him...he's just so...one night stand kind of material..." she said dreamily.
Hermione scrunched up her nose in disgust. One night stand material? Ginny, sweet, innocent Gryffindor Ginny was talking about this?
"And?"
"And, I - well, I want to kind of, um," she sad, having trouble with the words.
"You want to seduce him," Hermione declared softly. Ginny blushed furiously, but nodded in agreement.
"Exactly. But you musn't tell Ron about this. He was so angry about me dating Colin that if he knew I was having thoughts about another guy, sexually, he'd freak out," Ginny chatted quickly.
"Ah, okay. I don't know, Ginny. I - well, fifteen is kind of young, but it is your decision," Hermione said, shrugging, although she was fighting the urge to yank off Ginny's hair. This conversation was only reminding her of the things she and Harry had done yesterday night, and she was only a year older than Ginny!
"Okay."
That closed the conversation. As they continued packing in silence, Hermione thought of something Ginny had said.
"Wait, the guy you want to seduce isn't Colin?" she asked, hoping her voice would sound casual. Ron DID say something about her having a crush...
"No," Ginny muttered. "That's the problem."
"Can you tell me who it is?"
She hesitated. "Alright, but only if you keep it a secret, or my head will be chopped off my by own sibling."
"I swear."
"It's- it's Malfoy."
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"Brenda."
"No, that's too - virgin," said Sarah grinning sheepishly. Draco rolled his eyes and eyed her curiously.
"And you want our newborn to be non-virgin?" he asked, bursting into laughter. She punched him lightly and giggled in spite of herself.
"Zat's disgusting and you know it. Stop ze laughing! Stop it!" she ordered, hissing. "People are staring!"
"I'm sorry but your accent is making it more humorous."
Sarah rolled her eyes this time. "British boys," she sighed, muttering furiously under her breath.
"Beautiful French girls," he muttered, imitating her and grinning meekly.
She smiled back at him, and leaned in for one, tender kiss. It lasted for seconds, but they hadn't kissed for so long while he was Hogwarts he was beginning to enjoy spending time with Sarah for once.
When their lips parted, she gave him a lopsided smirk. "Let's go to my place," she whispered suggestively in his ear, her lukewarm breath brushing against the side of his face and reaching his eardrums enticingly.
"Okay," he replied, getting up and paying his bill for the food on the table, and put his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the restaurant.
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"Haden! Haden! Come back here this instant!" Hermione Granger's voice shrieked throughout the muggle streets. He turned back to give her another loathing glare.
"Why should I? I am just a little bastard, aren't I?" he yelled, breathing heavily.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, looking at him, confused.
"The letter, damnit! What the hell is wrong with you 'Mione?! What? You are a fucking moron you know. At first I thought you were brilliant but I guess I was wrong," he said, heading back to his house. Before he could slam the door, she ran and grabbed him tightly by the arm.
"Let go," he said, struggling in her death grip.
"Not until you tell me what I did. What letter?" she breathed calmly.
"I told you - Clarissa broke up with me - I told you some fucking meaningful things about our fucking relationship and you just screwed me off. What kind of a friend is that, 'Mione?"
"Haden, I never read your letter, nor did I respond -" her response was cut off with Haden getting away and slamming the door hard in her face. The bang ringing in her ears, she leaned against the door, her chin on her knees, and covered her face with her hands, and started to do the only thing she could think of. She put her head down and started to cry.
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Well, that sucked, but don't worry, when Hermione finds out who the culprit is, she'll get revenge - and believe me when I say the revenge will be more sweeter than the torture Draco gave her. I am so sorry I couldn't fit any smut into this chapter like I promised. But I'm just SURE that there will be kisses in the next chapter. 'Till then...Stay tuned! And remember to review!!!
Music Listened To:
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She Hates Me - Puddle Of Mudd
This Is The Story Of A Girl - Nine Days
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Love,
-Court
