Having Fun With The Devil

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Cruel Intentions Style

"Haden?" Hermione said, awestruck.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a dead-prone voice.

"Hey, Haden!" a voice interrupted their conversation from upstairs. Hermione stared upward. It was Sarah, walking heavenly down the staircase, in a soft, silk black flowing dress that reached just above her feet, and a white blouse that was unbuttoned at the top to show her cleavage.

"Sarah. You look great," Haden complimented her gracefully.

"Thanks. Hey 'Mione, I don't mind if you stay here, but ... don't wait up. Kiss, kiss," she said in a deep, husky voice that made Hermione raise an eyebrow.

"Kiss kiss?" she questioned, muttering softly to herself. Haden and Sarah vanished from the doorstep and she banged the door closed at their backs.

Haden?

Haden was Sarah's date? No, this couldn't be! It wasn't possible! Sarah hardly lived near a muggle neighborhood like Haden's, so when could they have met? She took a deep, heaving breath. She needed something to drink.

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"Just do it, Ginny, you can do it, he'll help you. Just ask him if he thinks abortion is the right choice," Ginny mumbled to herself on the way out of Knockturn Alley. She had to do this...but there was only one way: portkey, or floo powder. No way in hell was she going to get expelled by aparating in the summer without assistance. And anyway, she had no idea how!

Portkey seemed to be her only hope, since she didn't know if they had a portable fireplace connected to the floo network. But the first job was to get one. She had to ask her dad of course, he was in the ministry, he would know.

She stopped at nearby stores at Diagon Alley and admired the robes that were far too much expensive to buy, but it was good to dream. By the time she had arrived home, it was dinnertime, and her mother was preparing dishes at the sink, her father sat at the table, contently reading The Daily Prophet. Ginny sighed; she felt oddly lonely. Fred was getting married in October, and George was already looking for his own place to live. And Ron was...well, gay.

"Ginny, dear, can you set the silverware? We're having an important man from the Ministry visit your father at dinner today. He's in the department of Witch and Wizardry Wear Support," her mother said stiffly, hurrying down to get the fancy china.

"He is?" Ginny's heart leaped as her mother said this. "Um...what does he take care of?" she asked, hoping she sounded offhand.

Her mother finished placing the cups on the table and wiped her hands in her apron.

"Well, he creates and helps things, like, wands, different schools, portkeys, floo powder, aparation, different transportations for wizards, and he checks if every wand made in companies are ideal," her mother reported to her.

"He does? Portkeys?" Ginny couldn't believe her luck...of how irony this was beginning to sound.

"Yes, now will you please set the rest of the table! I can't wear an apron and a dress for dinner!" Her mother hurriedly vanished upstairs.

A tight smile stretched out in Ginny's face, relief settling in her chest.

By the end of dinnertime, she would have a portkey to see the father of her child.

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Draco examined himself in the mirror, squinting every so often. His arm gleamed with the Dark Mark. He blinked broadly. This wasn't quite as exciting as he had expected. For years he had dreamed of following in his father's footsteps, but now he was quickly annoyed at how much dedication his father had to a half-dead man. It was quite morbid and sick.

There was a light knock on the door.

"Mister has been asked to come down for dinner, please," a squeaky voice on the other side of the door said. It was his house-elf, Dorres.

"I'm coming," he roared. There was quick footsteps heard, and he was finally assured he was alone at last.

He sighed. He still hadn't gotten a reply from the letter he had sent to Sarah. She must be busy, or something, you'll visit her after dinner, he told himself confidently. You don't need any more to worry about.

Except...

Granger. Or Hermione. Whatever she was called. Or whatever he wanted to call her.

That night still stuck on the back of his mind, although he couldn't find himself to admit it. She was obviously amazing for him to think about afterwards; and he sort of...

missed her? No, that couldn't be it. Then, how come he had a sudden aching in his chest whenever he thought of the times they argued? And how come when she happened to appear in one of his dreams, he had a small, faint smile on his face when he woke up?

Oh God, you bastard, you're acting like a shameful one night stand with a filthy mudblood is worth anything, an evil voice corrupted in his mind.

It is worth something, and she's not just a filthy mudblood, she's nice, a kind voice prompted.

Will you two shut up! he thought back to the two voices. His mind was now silent, numb.

Now he had no idea what to think.

Forget this, just go to Sarah's house NOW, skip dinner. It's nothing new, anyway. In dinner, his father would probably tell him how proud he was or how new responsibilities would come with the joyful experience of being a death eater.

And since Draco couldn't care less about rules, he decided apparating to Sarah's was just the thing to do.

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"Mmmmm..."

"Oh yeah!"

"Mmm...right there, right there..."

What the hell? Ginny stepped inside, after a rushing flight of portkey, rinsing her hair of the leaves she had to pass by and strung to her hair. She was finally in his cabin, 206. But, what were those noises?

"Harry?" she called. No reply, just a shuffling of something soft.

"Who's there!" his male voice called out.

"Who's there?" a meek voice called out. A female voice.

She stepped furthur inside and screamed at the sight before her.

"Oh fuck!" Harry leaped up, twisting the covers around him. The girl - no, the WOMAN, did the same, covering her face in them.

"What are you doing here?! Ginny!"

"Oh my eyes! MY FUCKING VIRGIN EYES!" she shrieked, averting her eyes quickly and rushing outside.

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Hermione lay on Sarah's bed, facedown on a pillow. Her head filled with various thoughts, some idiotic, some reasonable, and some just plain crazy. For example, why would Sarah meet Haden? It was JUST to ironic. Like a story, or something. A soap opera. And just when I thought it could never happen to me, she thought to herself grimly.

The doorbell rang. She leaped up from the bed. Was it possible Sarah realized she hated Haden and arrived? No, that was very unlikely. It was more likely that she just forgotten to bring something with her from her house and came to get it back. Glumly walking down the stairs, she headed to the door with a small run and opened the door, ready to scowl at her.

When she did, she found it was not Sarah, nor even Haden.

It was Draco.

"What - what - what?" she croaked. What an incredibly sophisticated response, Hermione Granger, she thought to herself bitterly, looking at Draco anxiously. He was wearing normal black robes, (which she noted looked very, very luscious on him) and his hair was slicked onto his forehead in a watery embrace.

"What're YOU doing here, Granger?" he asked, shock ensuing his voice.

"Me? What about you?"

"I happen to be in my girlfriend's house, thank you very much," he sneered, managing to block the surprise in his voice.

"Oh, right, Sarah," she said cooly.

"How - how did you..." he stammered, more surprised than ever.

"I work with her. Apparently, she's pregnant?" Hermione asked, blinking her eyelashes innocently.

"Yes, by me," he snarled, smirking ever so slyly at her.

"Not what I heard," Hermione said, trying to cope with a straight face.

"What?" Draco was now flabbergasted, and Hermione was vaguely enjoying this. She neared closer to him, and seductively leaning forward with the help of holding onto his shoulder for balance, she whispered in his ear.

"She's. Not. Pregnant. By. You. I guess you just got two-timed, Draco Malfoy." She slid her hand comfortingly on his shoulder, and snuck two fingers from her free hand into the opening of his robes, caressing the soft fabric of his pants underneath.

"That's not true!" he denied, outraged. He grabbed her hand that was touching his shoulder and pushed it away. Hermione noted with satisfaction that he didn't pull away the one that was planted on his thigh...

"It is too..."

"It is not!"

"It is too..."

They were arguing again, and Hermione had to admit it sent a surge of happiness into her. It was like old times...she had missed doing this.

What? Don't say that, that's just idiotic Malfoy, a voice screamed in her mind. She smoothly put this voice in the back of her thoughts once more.

"Granger, you are the most despicable person I've ever known!" he said, finally removing my hand from his pants.

"You are the most revolting!" I shrieked back.

"You are repulsive!"

"I hate you!"

"I hate YOU!"

"I wish you were never born!"

"I do too!"

"You wish you were never born?" She began laughing as a stroke of anger filled Draco's face.

"Argh! Infuriating bitch!" He pulled her towards him and grabbed her forcefully by her chin, planting his lips on hers. He slid his hand in her back, swaying it under her sweater and into the back hook of her bra. She gave a muffled protest, but he planted his other hand on her neck, forcing her to press her lips more hungrily against his.

"I hate you," she muttered softly as their lips parted

"I know," he whispered back, their foreheads pressed heatedly against each other's, his lips inches away from hers. She was holding onto the back of his robes, and his hands were planted firmly on the back of her sweater.

They stood like that for what seemed like hours, but it was truly a few moments, then Hermione pulled away awkwardly, her hands folding themselves in her back.

She looks cute like that, adorable, a voice erupted in Draco's mind.

Gross, DON'T say that, it seems as if you FANCY her or something of a sort! another voice said.

Shut up, he told both of them, admiring her figure silently. He had a sudden deja vu of the time at the lake where she had glared at him in her blue dress...She didn't look too bad when she was pissed. It actually aroused him a bit.

"Well?" she finally said. He looked up from his deep thoughts.

"Well... tell Sarah I came by," he said, purposely brushing against her as he went outside.

"Tell Sarah I came by," she mimicked bitterly. "Kiss, kiss!" she shouted, slamming the door in my face.

Was that me or did she sound jealous?

Draco was very confused at his thoughts after this.

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I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I will repeat this a thousand times to myself because I am not jealous. I am not jealous.

Hermione sighed, heading upstairs to Sarah's room. She was NOT jealous...she was just extremely pissed. At Haden. At Draco. At perfect pregnant Sarah!

You are having a breakdown, a voice from the former Hermione Granger said. How can you be jealous you are not pregnant?

"Oh shut up!" she screamed at herself. "Great! Now I am talking to myself! Isn't this lovely? Kiss, kiss, my ass!"

She proceeded to Sarah's desk and opened it, tugging at Sarah's clothes and letting them fly on the floor. She deserved the worst! By the time she was done, Sarah's room looked like hell had run through it.

Uh-oh...

What have I done?! Hermione squirmed guiltily to herself and collapsed on the bed, her face planted grimly on the pillow. How could she have done this over a stupid boy like Draco?

Was it possible - that she was taking a liking to her worst enemy?

This can't be happening, she thought to herself, groaning.

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Songs Listened To While Writing:

The Anthem - By Good Charlotte

(rec. by Nat)

Good Life - By Leslie Mills

(What A Girl Wants soundtrack)

Okay! Longer chapter at last! *breath of relief* I won't be able to respond to the reviewers this time because I have to go soon but since I feel guilty now, I PROMISE I will the next chapter. Yes, another chapter. Usually in my stories I make the couple fall in love fast, but this took 15 chapters just to make them LIKE each other! Tough crowd! Oh well, I just want to acknowledge that 'Oh my virgin eyes!' belongs to Nat, not me. She came up with it. Also, I want to thank ALL OF YOU GUYS for reviewing! You guys, lying and saying it didn't suck means a lot!!! :) (Yes, I knew you were lying, don't deny it. It's okay!)

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because I think I did better in this chapter,

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-Court S.A.