Having Fun With The Devil -------------------------------------- Cruel Intentions Style


This could NOT be happening.

That's the thought Hermione Granger had for the second most utmost time.

Flowers. Pretty decorations. Presents. Lovely little party hats. Cute baby shoes. Everyone thought Sarah and the idea of her having a baby was absolutely adorable. Hermione found it absolutely sick.

Pricilla, Kelly, Jenny, Lauren...

How many were these women?

"Hey, 'Mione, can you get us more drinks?" Jenny called, waving her curls of blonde hair in what she thought was a rather sophisticated motion.

"Yes, please, we've been WAITING for them for over an hour now," Pricilla, the oldest noted conceitedly, one eyebrow raised in a fashionly manner.

"Oh!These are SO cute," Sarah interrupted, pulling up a pair of baby hip huggers, tugging at them with an adoring expression on her face.

"I got those for you," Kelly said, smiling widely. Or maybe it was Jenny. Hermione wasn't sure at all.

"So Hermione, what did YOU give Sarah?" Kelly asked, her french accent heaving through her words heavenly.

"This shower," Sarah said, smiling lightly. "And she did a terrific job." Sarah winked at her, backing up more comfortably in the couch. She was really starting to show now - actually, showing a lot. Her big stomach bulged through her white, long t-shirt that reached up to her knees, in large size. Hermione noticed that she must've done something with it a few days ago, because she couldn't remember it being so large before. But it had been about eight or nine months already, for Sarah's pregnancy, and it was time for everyone to notice the 'joy' that was growing out of her now.

Great, Hermione thought to herself bitterly. When I get pregnant, I can hardly fit into my current pants in my first three months and she's got a spell to conceal everything just so she can fit into those stupid slinky cocktail dresses...

There were many jealous and envious glares from Sarah's friends as she said this, but Hermione ignored them and smiled back tightly to Sarah before going back to the kitchen. She sighed, relieved she was finally alone.

Why had she offered so willingly to do this? What had made her leap up and give the opportunity to assist Sarah on this ridicilous baby shower?

You love babies, she told herself grimly. You love them; it doesn't matter who Sarah's dating or not, she's going to bring new life into this world.

Yes, but there is a little bonus in store...

Hermione grinned a sly smile as she pulled a tiny packet out of her pocket of her new jeans. It was titled: Tabasco.

Perfect. She brought the cake, which had strawberry icing saying Sarah's name and 'Congratulations' at the top. She stuck the knife into it to make a barely visible hole and poured the tabasco in, careful not to make it seem blunt or either obvious. She cut the slice and put it on a plate.

It would be just perfect for Sarah.

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"Okay, Ginny I can explain!"

"I am listening."

"Well err- err- yeah."

"Oh thank you, Harry, I forgive you now," snapped Ginny in sarcasm. "What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you and HERMIONE were going out? Or did you forget that you had a girlfriend?"

Harry had a blank look on his face, as if she was speaking some sort of foreign language or somewhat.

"Oh, for God's sakes, Harry! Never mind! Don't act like you don't have a brain! It was a mistake coming here in the first place. GOOD- BYE!" Ginny stomped once on the ground, staring menacingly at Harry (who was covered merely in bedsheets in public) and headed her way to the forest.

"Wait! You won't tell Hermione, will you?"

"Hermione?" a voice said behind him. He turned his head and his eyes turned wide at Kira's pale face, peeking out of their cabin.

"Err- go back to bed, sweetheart," he muttered.

She glared at him and slammed the door.

There was a cold laugh from Ginny as she heard this short conversation and she moved further into the forest.

"Kira?  Kira, open the door," Harry sighed in distress, knocking on the door rapidly. There was no answer. And he was wearing bed sheets. In public. And the Group C and B were having a Qudditch game in less than three minutes.

"Anybody?  Hello!? ANYBODY! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

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"This is such a great cake, Hermione, it looks delicious," Sarah said, her face beaming with delight. Hermione smiled kindly back, thinking, that's what you think. Sarah lifted her fork and took a piece of the slice and raised it up to her mouth, nodding at something Kelly was saying.

Hermione waited impatiently as she blinked and the piece was right up to her lips -

The plate smashed. Hermione shrieked, and she wasn't the only one. Everyone was in shock and terror as Sarah dropped the plate, cake splattering all over the floor.

"Oh no!" Sarah screamed, clutching her stomach.

"Something wrong?" Pricilla asked, looking careless, her hands digging into her hair and waving it, in case anybody failed to notice how shiny, wavy and beautiful it was.

"Sweets, what is it?" Kelly asked raising an eyebrow.

"Are you having pains or something? Call the doctor, then," Jenny reported, not looking the least bit caring nor worried.

"I think - I think my water just broke," Sarah said croakingly.

"What?!"

"What!?"

"What?!"

"What!?"

"WHAT?!" Hermione's exclamation was much more screamed than anybody else's. Sarah whimpered, looking like she was about to heave forward...

"Get some blankets," Hermione ordered to Pricilla. She managed to convince Jenny to call the muggle hospital, since it was the closest and Sarah was in no shape or form to apparate. Lauren was beside herself, a washcloth over her eyes, mumbling about how awful this was, the baby being born premature.

Sarah was screaming and breathing in utter pain, and Hermione was standing, looking at her while her foot smashed against the pieces of glass the plate had broken.

"Hermione?" the heaving woman breathed, "Call - call..."

She closed her eyes.

"Sarah?" Hermione called, nudging her lightly. She didn't move. Who did Sarah want her to call?

Of course. That was obvious.

Draco Malfoy.

But she couldn't. She was feeling hate toward him now, getting such a young girl pregnant. She was angry at him for making her feel like a slut for sleeping with him. She was angry she DID sleep with him. She was angry that he had destroyed most of her life, so it was shattered. She was angry that she had actually LIKED him after he had teased her so many times. She was seething with ambition to get revenge. But most of all, Hermione was actually a bit jealous. Jealous that if she contacted him, he would be running to assist Sarah through all of this. It was a horrible thought, but she didn't want to admit he was the father of her child and would always be.

Nevertheless, she picked up the second phone in the house and punched in a number.

"Hello?" a male voice answered swiftly. "Haden? Hi...this is Hermione..."

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