Authors Note: Hello again, so sorry I haven't updated in like FOREVER, my sincerest apologies, my friend got me Kurt Cobain's Journals for Christmas, and I've been engrossed in it. He is a god, a true musical genius, and he is incredibly smart, talk about a child prodigy!!! God, I'm so happy now. That is why I am updating today, please review!!!! (And by the way '' means thoughts)

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, but a copy of Kurt Cobain's Journals(I don't own him, but I wish I did, when I get rich enough I'm going to buy his corpse) R.I.P KURT COBAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter Nine

Hermione remained silent during breakfast, juts staring at her food as if it where an alien. Her mind overwhelmed with worry, she wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she had I a feeling it was bad. She was to busy thinking, to notice a foreign presence towering over her, until it was too late to run away.

"Hermione"

She jumped up in surprise, and timidly turned around.

"Ron"

He was smiling at her, acting as if nothing had happened, and it wasn't as if she did not notice that his eyes were permanently glued to her chest.

Hermione's P.O.V

What the fuck?!?! Ron's eyes roamed all over my body, and that smug smile was permanently glued to his face, reminding me of that no-good asshole. To my surprise I could feel Harry tense up beside me. Something was most defiantly up, and I hoped to god it wasn't his penis.

"I haven't seen you for awhile; I was beginning to think you were avoiding me"

I decided to play along, a plan formulating quickly in my head, revenge was a bitch. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, and smiled back, making room for him beside me, he took my offer, and made himself comfortable, snuggling quite close to me. I couldn't do anything but smile, waiting for him to make the first move.

"You're looking good today Herm"

"You're not so bad yourself Ron"

He was taking the bait hook line and sink her; I was going to have a Weasel for dinner. I crossed my legs seductively, making sure that my skirt hiked up considerably, he eyes feasted on my creamy white legs, as a stray hand inched closer and closer to them.

Lavender and Parvati had taught me well. He lay a hand on my knee, slowly going up. I knew I was acting like a slut, but it was all part of the plan. I nearly choked on my orange juice when his hand reached my undies.

I looked over to him, to see him smile, mouthing out the words.

'Nice'

He toyed with the black lace, and quietly ate his breakfast, his hands content where they were. I slipped a hand underneath the table and caressed his hand, then suddenly found my self wishing for Draco. My eyes immediately sought him out, before I could even think about what I was doing.

He was staring at me, a small smile on his lips. And before I could stop myself I smiled back.

'HOLY SHIT!! WHAT THE FUCK I'M I DOING?!?'

'What are we talking about here, Ron or Draco?'

'Oh, fuck it'

I was slightly disturbed by my own actions, but that didn't stop me at all. I was going to have my fun.

Narrator

Hermione soon found herself in a broom closet with Ron, it was lunch and they didn't have any other classes for the rest of the day. Hermione couldn't help but smile at his eagerness; he quickly unbuttoned her shirt, and threw off his own. Covering her chest with passionate kisses.

She was slightly bored, and his riveting sex drive was doing nothing for her own. She sighed in frustration and pushed him off.

"Ron, this is boring"

'Yes, crush him!! Crush him!! Stick his penis in a toaster, AND BURN, BURN!!!'

He looked at her in disbelieve.

"Say that again"

She hurriedly buttoned her shirt back up, and opened the closet door.

"Boring, I'm going to go now, and find someone who can actually turn me on"

She faked a disappointed sigh and continued.

"I didn't think the stories were true, I'm so sorry for your loss Ron"

She threw a quick 'See you later' over her shoulder, and scurried away, trying her best not to laugh.

'Phase 1 initiated'

She darted out the gates and headed towards the lake, she breathed the clean, fresh air in blissfully, throwing her robe down on the grass. Leaving her only in her standard uniform. Hermione lay down on the grass, using her robe as a blanket, a smile permanently etched on her face.

All was going as planned, she had Ron in the palm of her hand, and with that harsh insult she had served him, there would be no doubt that he would be coming back with many questions, and she would have all the answers, courtesy  of the incredible blabber mouth Ginny Weasly.

Blackmail is such a beautiful thing.

But there still remained the question about Draco. What was his problem? He wanted her and he got her, she fucked him…willingly, wasn't that enough, for whatever sick bet Ron had made with him. He had won, so why the hell did he expect more?

"Bloody blondes"

He would just have to wait for his own serving of pain. Hermione was pulled out of her train of thought, by a high pitched cackling, which of course belonged to none other than Pansy Parkinson. She opened one eye curiously, to see what all the fuss was about and nearly barfed at what she saw.

Draco lay not even 5 feet away from her, making out intensely, with what she thought was his worst enemy. (No not Harry) Pansy Parkinson.

Her jaw slacked, and she couldn't do anything but stare. A slow but steady churning of jealousy proceeded to boil within her, as she turned livid with anger. She refused to move, and lay back down, promising to ignore the one called Draco Malfoy for the rest of her celibate life.

"Pansy"

She heard invisible boy whisper to his invisible slut.

"We have company"

Then she heard invisible slut get up and leave, not before asking.

"Can I come over tonight?"

The invisible man whore, sighed with a no, and told her to leave. Then crawled quietly over to Queen of the Invisibles.

"Hermione…….."

Invisible man whore played with her hair, twirling a random lock in his invisibly soft hands. The Queen of the Invisibles completely ignored him, much to his displeasure.

The invisible man whore bit her neck tenderly, making sure to leave a mark, and then proceeded to kiss the bruise, occasionally licking it delicately.

But still not a squeak from the Queen.

His hand crept to her blouse, slowly and carefully unbuttoning it, and when finishing, dove into it, caressing her rock hard breasts fondly.

The Queen moaned at this, thankful that they were both out of sight. But still not acknowledging his presence.

He other hand slithered down to her skirt, pulling down her lacy underwear, he pushed her legs open, he eager and ready hand rubbing against her unwillingly wet sex. He smiled at her reaction, she bucked her hips up for more, and what more could he do but comply? He shoved three fingers inside, thrusting them in and out quickly adding a new finger each time, until her was practically fisting her.

"I know what you like Hermione"

Much to her dismay, he pulled his hand out of her, locking eyes with hers, he licked all of her of off his soaked hand. She found it an incredible turn on, and got even wetter. He gently climbed on top of her, eyes never leaving hers. Without a second thought she unzipped threw his pants off of him, shedding her underwear as well.

Crushing her lips with his, he plunged in, getting impossibly harder when she moaned against his lips. He stared at the moaning beauty underneath him, thrusting even harder, when she but his lip.

"You're mine"

He growled out with release, when they once again came simultaneously, he grabbed her arms and waist making her stay put, terrified that she would leave again.

"You're mine"

She stopped all struggle, and gazed at his icy blue eyes curiously.

"What?"

"You're mine, stay with me"

He sounded afraid, and sincere, at the same time. And she fell for it immediately.

"There is no bet is there?"

She was angry, he could tell, but he couldn't do anything about it. It was getting darker, and if anything she looked even more beautiful. He just nodded in reply waiting for her to run away again.

"Why?"

He had created this bet, just as a reason to go after her, not wanting to believe that he actually wanted a mudblood, without any incentive, he decided to create one. He had been so wrapped up in it, he almost believed it real himself.

He looked her straight in the eye, and with the calmest demeanor possible he said.

"I love you"

Authors Note: Don't be angry with me!!!! I couldn't help it!!!!! THIS IS THE LAST CLIFF HANGER, I PROMISE!!! I SWEAR ON KURT COBAINS CORPSE THIS IS THE LAST CLIFF HANGER!!!

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