Having Fun With The Devil

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Cruel Intentions Style

"Oh God," Hermione whispered, pulling herself away from his grip.

"What?" he asked, a dumbfounded look upon his face.

"What're we doing, Draco? God, I have a boyfriend, you have a girlfriend and a freaking mother...I am such a fucking mess." She bowed her head down, her hands covering her face as she let out soft breaths.

"Fine, let's go then, forget this ever happened."

"Only this? What about the other times, huh? Are we going to magically forget that too?"

"Well I can put a memory charm if you like..."

"Draco, stop, this is serious."

"It's not," he said grimly. "You are just making it seem that way. When Sarah and I started dating we promised each other that we wouldn't be in a serious, steady relationship unless something important happened. We agreed that although we were seeing each other, we could see other people."

"That's sick."

"It's called an 'open relationship', Granger," he snapped. "I didn't break any rules until you started feeling me up, okay?"

"You didn't protest," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.


"No, I didn't. But let's just forget this, okay? I am a father now, you can get on with Potter, and we still have to face our seventh year. Forget it."

Hermione paused. "If that's what you really want."

He avoided her eyes. "Of course that's what I want."

She nodded, her arms instinctively folding across her chest. Saying no more, she turned her back to him, and began walking to the door.

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"Hey, little baby, how're you doing? You're so cute, yes you are. Oh yes you are," Sarah cooed, squeezing the baby tightly in her arms as it cried.

"Sarah! You're going to suffocate it! A baby needs -"

"Oh shut up, what do you know? You want to give birth? I'll tell you, it's a LOT of fun, with all the screaming, shrieking and wishing you could die for more than thirty hours, very fun!" she snapped. She started to sob, cradling the baby to her chest protectively.

Haden stepped away a bit, fearful of her mental capacity.

"Don't you want to hold Haden II?" Sarah asked sweetly now, smiling. It was amazing how she could change appearances so fast.

"I think it would be better if the father held him first."

Her eyes flashed. "He wasn't here for the birth..."

At that instant, the door flung open to reveal a tired-looking Draco.

"Your here!" Sarah shrieked, obviously surprised.

He grinned. "Yeah, I made it."

Hermione was behind him, her arms folded over her chest, managing a warm smile.

"Hermione! Look what I made," Sarah said, laughing insanely, holding up the baby for show.

"It's a healthy baby boy," Haden announced, and to Hermione's shock, he grinned at her. She smiled widely back, warmth filling her chest.

Draco came toward her, his eyes glittering with an emotion Hermione had never seen before. Carefully, he gently grasped the baby, cautious of it's head, and held him, a tiny, wistful smirk spread out into his face.

Sarah clapped her hands, laughing. "He likes you! He's stopped crying!"

"Would you look at that," whispered Hermione.

Draco turned his head toward her. "You can hold him if you like..." he said softly.

She took the baby in her arms without a word, patting it's head. The baby raised his arms, giving out a sound what sounded like a tiny squeal.

"It loves you," Sarah said, her voice filled with envy.

"Oh, don't worry Sarah, it loves you too," Hermione said, trying to be nice.

"It?" Draco questioned, amused.

"His name's Haden," the mother offered graciously.

"Haden?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, looking at Haden with a suspicious look.

"Yeah," Haden answered.

"It's a beautiful name," Hermione commented, staring at Draco pointedly, who had a sulking look on his face.

Her brown eyes searched into his gray pools, and then, she blinked.

"Beautiful," Draco whispered.

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"And! Don't EVER! Expect night lessons, EVER again! You can get your OWN ass to the England games!"

"Kira, if you please - players are coming!"

"I don't...GIVE a damn!"

The door slammed again. Laughter rung in Harry's ears.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked one of the counselors coming toward him, his broomstick motioning in the air.

Harry's face flushed, and he clutched the sheets around his bare body.

'What have I done?' he thought, banging his head against the door, his eyes closing.

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Colin rose as the door swung open to the waiting room.

"Ginny?" he called, to the frail young figure that was now clutching a large coat over her shoulders.

She didn't reply. The doctor followed behind her, mumbling things in her ear, while patting her shoulder.

"Did everything go alright? The procedure worked? Are you okay?" he asked all these questions hastily.

Ginny looked up at him and shook her head, her face scrunching up.

"Oh God, what have I done?" she croaked, settling her face into the crook of his neck.

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He put a towel around him, encircling it on the outside of his waist, rinsing splattering water out of his hair. He sighed, feeling distressed. He couldn't get his own damn baby to get to rest, and now he was actually ENJOYING the time away from Sarah and Haden II. Also, he hadn't told his parents yet about the baby. Also, his mind kept flipping to Granger.

Also...

His eyes flickered over to his arm, and the dark mark glowered, a pricking pain rising within his skin.

He shook himself, telling himself to ignore the call. He was tired of Voldemort, a half-dead man that thought he was powerful. He was tired of Sarah calling him inappropriate names every chance she got, reminding him that since he was so lazy not to get to see the birth, he should be there to raise the baby.

He was missing something, something important. It left a hole imprinted in his mind.

All he knew, was that he had let that something go.

He groaned, closing the bathroom door behind him.

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The last few weeks of summer arose with a new atmosphere. It was peace. And quiet. Hermione eventually quit her job at Rainbow's; for fear of working alone. Now that Sarah was a working mother, her time was spent up on learning how to change the baby, feed it, and how in hell it would ever fall asleep. She found out it was not too easy. Hermione had began to pack her books, and clothes into categories of different suitcases and bags; for the insane glint of organizing and a love for getting everything perfect still glowed it's presence. Tired, she finally sighed, peeling off the jeans she had been wearing repeatedly for the past days. She was actually starting to miss robes, how they swished freely around her legs, and the skirt and blouse she hid under it as her uniform.

After dressing into a comfortable orange skirt and a yellow top, she put her hair into a ponytail, making a mental note to get a trim later on.

"Hermione!" a voice called, knocking on the door.

"Yeah, mom?"

"Can you give me your dirty clothes so I can do the laundry, please?" her mother's voice sang out, obviously irritated. Hermione rolled her eyes, she was getting tired of not using magic unless she had graduated Hogwarts and become a full-term witch. She dreamed of doing the laundry with a swish and flick of her wand, so her mother wouldn't have her hands full.

"Okay, hold on..."

Her mother's footsteps vanished, and she picked up the jeans that had stained cake, juice and soda on it. The ones she had just taken off. She checked the pockets for inspection; she always loved to do this, and sometimes she would find some extra coins, or unopened candy. This time, she found the picture.

It was the surprise of seeing it again, because Hermione had forgotten she had put it in her pocket the day she went over to Sarah's house. But seeing it so clearly and closely made her chest thump as she breathed heavily. He was gorgeous, of course she had known that, but he was more cute than she had never seen before. The familiar silver hair, slicked over his forehead, a strong, glimmering youth shining on his features. The sarcastic, devilish smirk.

Her eyes turned away from it. She shouldn't be carrying on like this...hadn't Draco and her agreed to ignore each other and go back to the way things were? They were completely different, and she knew it. But she couldn't just throw the picture away. And she didn't feel like giving it back to Sarah.

Looking at it with one more glance, she tucked the photo inside her drawer, under clothes so it stayed concealed. She pushed it closed, and leaned against it, closing her eyes, feeling liquid go beneath her eyelashes, drenching her under her eyelids.

"Oh God, what have I done?" she whispered.

Finally, she opened them again.

But it was quite a while before she did.

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Song Listened To:

Even Angels Fall - By Jessica Riddle

(obviously!!!)

Well, okay, not my best. Sappy and unbelievable...but, good news...I am rethinking the ending now. I know I said it was going to be really sad and all, but now it even hurts me to even think about writing it. So there may be a chance of a happy ending...me, writing a happy ending (*gasps*).

THANK YOU ALL for reviewing. I read each and every one but I am unable to respond at this time to reply to every individual one (Translation: I am majorly lazy and will answer them in the last chapter). Also, I know I said this would be the "Season Finale", but I think the next chapter will be. Then, the epilogue.

Anyways, here's a small question that'll keep you occupied/sustained 'till the next chapter:

What, exactly, did Ginny do? (Pretty obvious if you think hard...) I was thinking about changing the title of this story, but...it's hard to do since EVERY single chapter has 'Having Fun WTD' on it...how very foolish of me. Oh well, I guess the title will stay, but it doesn't really match the story. I'll try hard to make it, though.

Well, anyways,

remember to leave a review!!!

Love,

Court S.A.