Their Game


Pairings: HG&HP, HG&DM, DM&HG

Rating: R (for language)

Warnings: language (again), maybe ooc (depending on how you look at it), bastard!Harry, slut!Hermione, again, might offend some of you

A/N: The second one... I just had to do one from Hermione's POV... This follows 'This Game'...



They are so different and so alike at the same time. They both come to me. They both use me. They both leave me alone.


I don't mind being used by this one as much. With his platinum blond hair and stormy grey eyes, he's magnificent. He at least, respects me, if only a little. It's more than what that other bastard gives me.


They think that I'm slightly ditzy when it comes to them. But I'm not, I just play their game so well. I play better than they do, the maestros of this delicate performance. I hear what they call me, and I don't care enough to defend myself. I am a slut, plain and simple. That doesn't mean I'm proud of it. But back to their differences.


This one at least treats me better than a common whore. He does not always come to me for release, at least, not initially. He comes for a faux sense of comfort and caring. I give him that. Understanding is a mutual gift in our lives.


Almost always we wind up fucking. Not lovemaking, fucking, there is no love between us, it's just a mutual fuck. It's not the kind of fuck that Harry gives. Harry will make me so sore I won't be able to walk right with out painkillers of some sort, he'll make me bleed and I have to beg him to stop. But Draco is different. He is tender, caring, almost loving. He does not have any real strong feelings for me, and even if he does they are not what makes him be gentle with me.


He sees the bruises. He always sees the bruises. The piss yellow, denim blue, and blood black bruises left by the bastard who lived. He almost never leaves bruises, not unless I ask. Even then the bruises are the finest baby blue, sweet dandelion yellow, and watermelon seed black, and I don't mind them as much. They are wanted, they are almost cherished. In this game of theirs, these bruises signify my victory over them, though they do not realize.


I know that I am only a pawn in their game, they think I do not know, but I know. I see the Slytherin when he is watching us, though the egotistical Gryffindor does not. I see the anger, jealousy, and hurt that is in his eyes whenever he watches from the crack in the door I leave open for him. Is he angry because Harry is allowing this, or is he angry because I allow this? Does the jealousy stem for me being with Harry or Harry being with me? Does he even know he hurts and bleeds defeat when he watches us?


I wanted him. So much so that I exposed Harry's dirty little secret to him. I exposed me. I let him have what Harry has had and so much more, because I favor him more. I favor the little shit, more than the bastard that had been my friend. I give the Slytherin more of me than I have ever given any other, and I do not understand why.



Maybe I really am the whore they call me behind my back. My payment though is not monetary. My payment is Malfoy in my arms and in my bed. Driven there because of Harry Potter, the bastard of the wizarding and muggle worlds, and his betrayal with me.


I look at the sleeping Slytherin beside me. Draco Malfoy, I have always liked that name. In an hour or so, he'll wake up, see me laying beside him, awake and smiling softly. He'll duck his head and blush ever so slightly in shame. He'll mumble an apology before climbing out of the bed and getting dressed. On his way out, he'll look back and open his mouth as if to say something only to shut it and give a nod before walking out. At least he looks back to see the mess he's leaving behind. That's unfair of me. He really isn't so bad once you get behind the prick's walls. Of course, I may just be saying that because he's a good fuck. Maybe I'm just saying it because I have won their game with out them ever realizing it. But would I ever steer you wrong?



A/N: *cocks head to side* I kinda like this Hermione... If anyone can figure out what's going on in Harry's head, you can write the follow up... I just want to read it :) Newho... Feedback for a starving author?