Having Fun With The Devil
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Cruel Intentions Style
Harry James Potter pushed his hand up further his forehead to rinse his hair of his sweat. His breathing heavy through the steamy storm of water that ran through his body and the soap that lathered across his stomach intensely found itself being repeatedly taken over and over again. He was thinking. About Hermione. About Qudditch. About sex.
Well, of course.
Hermione and him hadn't had one more night together after their first time being together, and he was extremely frustrated. He found himself even looking at the guys sometimes and it reminded him of Hermione. He had been in Qudditch camp for merely a day, and he was already exhausted. They all had to get up promptly at six o'clock in the morning, brush their teeth quickly and go onto the huge Qudditch field that's layer was twice as big as the one at Hogwarts. There were about one hundred kids there, but all were divided into separate groups, so for Harry, he only had to face the thirty kids in his group. At first, he was at the Beginner's Group, but after his performance on the Quidditch field, their eighteen year old instructor, Kira Hamilton had given him a chance to go to the expert level, and now he wished he hadn't shown off so much. In Beginner's, he could've gotten up later, at ten o'clock to practice, have only one game a week, and relax, and talk with boys his own age. At the expert level, the only person he recognized there was his old team captain, Oliver Wood, who, after this, was planning to play for England soon.
His mind shifted quickly as he toweled himself dry and wrapped it around his waist. The only thought screamed in his mind right now: Malfoy. Malfoy, the bitter foe from school that had always found ways to get him pissed, and he wasn't the only one thinking about him. Hermione was obviously distracted before summer; and they had only kissed and talked a few times in between classes or in the common room, but for most of the part, she seemed to vanish the moment he turned around to talk to her. He knew she had taken up on even more classes this year, telling him firmly that she had her full mind on her studies, since next year would be their final one, and she wanted to graduate with pride. He understood this quite well of course, but it seemed as if she was purposely ignoring him for some unknown reason.
And that reason was Malfoy.
Harry wasn't a very jealous person, often, but the name of his rival made him cringe with rage and envy. His mind drifted to the daft moment where he had seen Hermione and Draco outside the Potions classroom, in a slightly unmotivated position and couldn't seem to get it out of his head after that unfortunate incident.
What did Malfoy have that he didn't? Harry wasn't rich, exactly, but he did have plenty of fortunes in Gringotts. Malfoy lived in a manor, but that surely wouldn't attract Hermione to him. So, he was a bit handsome. But wasn't Harry too? He pulled his robes on, sighing. He went upstairs to get some rest before they would have their second practice that day. However, when he came up to his room, he found himself facing the mirror unintentionally and looking himself over. The first thing he noticed was his scar, which hung lightly into his forehead, with a messy tangle of black hair over his head. He had a small nose, two emerald green eyes, and thin lips. There was nothing wrong with him! He wasn't fully gorgeous, but he wasn't dreadful either. He was somewhere in between, with the classy-innocent schoolboy look. He smirked wryly, then frowned deeply. The smirk. It wasn't classy at all. Malfoy had a sexy smirk. How come his smirk looked so un-significant? Was that what made Hermione have that hungry look in her eyes whenever she happened to glance at Malfoy?
Probably, he supposed, disappointed.
But there HAD to be something else. Hermione was a nice, caring, intelligent girl, and it was very unlikely that she was suddenly attracted to bad boys with a good smirk. It was as if she couldn't help herself - that when she was around him, some other evil girl took over her and forced her to do un-Hermione-ish things.
He groaned, pulling himself away from his own reflection and into his bed, his arms over his head.
It has to be the smirk, Harry thought with confidence, before he closed his eyes into deep slumber.
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"Sarah!"
"Yeah..."
"The shippings..."
"Checked."
"The restrooms..."
"Nobody's in..."
"Got the keys?"
"Yeah."
"Everything closed? Lights? Valuable clothes tucked inside?"
"All done."
"Finally," Hermione Granger breathed in relief. Sarah flashed her a small smile. They had both agreed to do the night shift and be the last ones there to lock up, just to see what it was like that Wensday night. Hermione and Sarah both headed outside, Hermione locking it carefully and checking it over after.
"Which way do you go?"
"Right."
"Me too," Sarah said softly, and they began walking in silence.
"So, do you live with your parents?" Hermione finally asked awkwardly.
"Sort of. I mean I live in their manor and all, but they ...they work so they're not around much," she muttered in reply.
"Oh..."
"Oh no!" Hermione suddenly cried out, stepping backwards in advance.
"What?"
"I - I think I left my purse in there! My God, I am such an idiot! And I can't get in, because after you lock it, you have to have the main entry key to go inside again and we only have the junior ones and oh great!"
"Calm down," Sarah said soothingly, tugging at her arm.
"Where are we going? We can't...it won't open, and even if it does, the security alarm will go off and..." her voice faded off.
"We don't need a key;" Sarah interrupted her breakdown mischievously.
"What do you mean?"
"Just hold on there..." they reached the store and Sarah took out something from her coat. Hermione couldn't see anything in the darkness, but emitting blue sparks shone and the door croaked open.
Hermione gasped.
"How did -"
"Don't ask."
"You're a witch!"
"No!" Sarah looked frantically at her, and took out her wand. Hermione's eyes flashed at it. She pointed at her, and Hermione knew she was about to do a memory charm on her.
"Wait! No! I am one too!"
"What?"
"Yeah!"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes..."
Sarah eyed her suspiciously. "Give me proof."
Hermione beckoned her inside the store and vanished for a few moments, returning with her purse. She checked inside it and pulled out her wand, showing it to Sarah, who was grinning now.
"I can't believe this...I thought that there was something weird about you, but now I actually have a reason."
Hermione tried to hold up her smile. Something weird? What had she meant by that? What a snotty bitch.
Sarah, however, obviously had not noticed the tight expression on her co-worker's face, as she was chattering excitedly.
"Why don't you come over my house? I'll show you the new dark arts I've learned, and my parents aren't home..."
"Sure," she accepted politely, and let her grab her hand and pull her toward further down the sidewalk.
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"What are you doing here, son? Need any help?" the old woman asked, offering him a green-broiled covered hand. He snorted.
"No thanks," he muttered, and she gave him a dirty look before tending down to another store. Draco sighed. Where was Sarah? Sure, he was a bit early but she wasn't exactly always tediously late...had something come up? She was supposed to meet him at Knockturn Alley! So why was she the one to stand him up in the first place? He wanted to see her badly.
"Hey," a female voice prompted behind him. He didn't think. He reached behind her and grabbed the girl in his arms, pulling her close.
"Finally, I get to see you again," he whispered, his lips lowering to hers. Sarah shivered in his arms and gently gripped on the strands of his hair. Their lips parted reluctantly as she breathed against the base of her neck.
"I missed you," he murmured, barely audible. He wasn't sure Sarah had heard him.
"What?" The girl straightened her robes, the hood falling from her flaming red hair.
"Weasley?!" Draco barked.
She smiled shyly at him. "I was waiting for you to do that, Draco."
"Draco! What're you doing?" They both turned around in surprise, Ginny still in his arms, and faced HIM, and three other sneering hooded- people - who Draco knew from his own knowledge that were death eaters.
"Err- hello, Father."
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"Hey, Potter, you got a second?"
"Sure."
He smeared the sweat off his forehead and rubbed it on his clothes, heading toward his instructor with unease.
"What is it? It was my fall, wasn't it? You saw you what happened, right? Brooks just came toward me -"
"Calm yourself, junior," Kira's voice rang out. "What I was going to say that your flying was excellent. You could play for England...oh, if only Charlie did..."
Her expression faded once more into a dream-struck expression before she shook herself. "Anyways, never mind about that. I want to teach you some of the moves, but it has to be done at night, because I have to teach and supervise throughout the whole evening. Care for nine o'clock, at the field?"
Harry shrugged. "Okay, but if we stay up late, I might not get enough sleep."
"Tough love," she said, grinning. "See you around, junior," she told him, and ruffled his hair playfully, his fingers massaging his scalp, sending him a tingling sensation all the way to his spine.
She turned around and started walking away, her beautiful, curly black hair swaying behind her, her robes flying in the lurid wind. He was still staring after her in awe.
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Hermione Granger walked around the spacious room. She caught her breath in a gasp inside her throat. Never had she seen such a gorgeous room. It was painted fully white, with posters covered all over the walls. She recognized them timidly as some muggle rock bands, some wizarding rock bands, some half-pornographic pictures of various and random boys, and several framed photographs of her all the way from age eight to her sweet sixteen birthday-party.
She looked around, and was relieved to find that she was alone. Sarah was still downstairs, getting drinks and snacks for both of them, and Hermione wasn't very comfortable if she was there to see her reaction of her room. She examined the pictures ruefully, jealousy raving inside her. Sarah was a beautiful girl, and there was even a picture of her in front of a muggle school (Hermione supposed she went there until she had to go to a wizarding school), wearing a cheerleading uniform, with several of friends around her in placid circles.
Hermione lowered herself to the right wall, and leaned closer and her vision saw something: two, very small pictures. She picked up the first one that was taped in the wall and examined it. It was a tiny poloraid of a small little girl, in the arms of a tall, blonde-haired man who was giving her an adored emotion on his face. Hermione put it back carefully and picked up the second one -
This time, the gasp in her throat gave out.
It was a boy, age fourteen, who was fairly tall, and thin, silver-colored hair...
Draco. Malfoy.
She heard the door open. Hermione clutched the picture in her hand, still as Sarah came in, carrying their drinks and cookies.
"Hey...so, how'd you like the room?"
Hermione's palms began to sweat as she tucked the photo into her jeans.
"I loved it. Perfect."
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Songs Listened To When Writing This:
Shakedown by The Start (again)
If You Leave by Good Charlotte
Don't Speak by No Doubt
Show Me Love by T.A.T.U.
(singers of 'All The Things She Said, All The Things She Said')
Oh God, I am SOOO sorry if it wasn't usually like the way it was, I am getting over major writer's block and depression so please forgive me if it sucked a bit, the first passage about Harry was waaay too long, and I am a very rapid reader myself and even I don't like to read paragraphs that long, so sorry about that too, and also if I went too far with the vocabulary.
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