Title: Cruel Intentions: Hogwarts Style (title will change)

Author: Ashley K

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything. The Harry Potter Universe belongs to the wonderful, intelligent JK Rowlings. The concept behind this fic is based off of the movie Cruel Intentions and, therefore, belongs to its owners. Which is not me.

Spoilers: Just to be safe, consider everything, including OotP.

Summary: AU. What if Hermione was a pureblooded witch who's mother married Lucius Malfoy when she was 13? What if Hermione and Draco were 'the cruelest people in school'? What if Harry Potter was the innocent victim of a bet set between Hermione and Draco?

AN: This idea just came to me out of nowhere. As of right now, I have it listed as a Harry/Hermione fic, but, in all actuality, it is a Harry/Hermione/Draco triangle fic.

AN2: I'm not sure if I really like this fic…please r/r and tell me if I should complete it! Thanks! ^_^

Part One:

Hermione Granger, the sweetheart of Hogwarts and recently named Head Girl, innocently walked into her stepfather's home. The moment her feet stepped into the door the innocent look faded and a cruel smirk crossed her features. Her eyes hardened at the sound of her stepbrother's voice in the closed sitting room. They further hardened at the sound of her stepbrother's guest's giggle of delight.

Sighing softly to herself, she sing-songed, "Honey! I'm home!" She rolled her eyes at the next sound.

Not bothering to knock on the door, Hermione pulled the heavy antique wood open. "Why, hello Parvati…or is it Padma? I can't tell; both of you frequent this room so very often."

The pretty Patil twin flushed a deep scarlet. Hermione held back a laugh. The twit's whole body turned red. Turning to her milk-pale stepbrother, who had calmly redressed during her entrance, Hermione said, "Now, dear brother, what did Mother and Step-Father say about…that?"

She motioned towards the still flustered, still unidentified Patil twin who was struggling with her clothing. Snorting with mock-disgust, Hermione pulled her Wizard camera out of her purse and quickly snapped a couple pictures of the still-naked girl. "Now, be a good girl and get the fuck out of my house, okay?"

The mortified girl fumbled with the last button and brushed past Hermione. "Bye, love!" Hermione's stepbrother called after her. "Honestly, Mione! Couldn't you have waited ten more bloody minutes?!"

Hermione sweetly smiled, the smile that had fooled every idiot that went to the stepsiblings' school and every teacher who taught there. Calmly, she walked over there, hips swinging enticingly as she crawled into her pale stepbrother's lap. "No, because…I was bored."

Draco Malfoy smiled and wrapped his arms around his delectable stepsister's tiny waist, inhaling her scent. Never was he happier then when his widowed father had met, and married, the lovely Corrine Black-Granger. Especially when he learned that the pureblooded witch, Corrine, came with a drop-dead gorgeous, equally pureblooded daughter. Sickeningly innocent and good, Hermione posed as a challenge for the thirteen year-old Draco. However, the end result was magnificent.

At seventeen, Draco had molded the perfect wife for himself. Ruthless, cunning, cruel, and perfectly beautiful, Hermione Granger was, indeed a perfect match to Draco's malicious ways. While Draco's…indiscretions were publicly exposed, Hermione's were resourcefully blackmailed away. They were a force to be reckoned with.

"Oh?" Draco drawled, nuzzling his stepsister's ear, smiling to himself at her soft, barely audible moan. "Well, we'll just have to remedy that."

Her interest caught, Hermione quickly swiveled on Draco's lap, so that she was straddling him. Their eyes caught, both perfect mirrors of one another, neither showing any sign of true emotion…besides malice. "What are you planning?" she murmured, caressing the back of his head.

"You see, I was quite upset when young Miss Weasley so cruelly dumped me for that…Squib Gryfindor, Longbottom," the name was spat out with an infinite amount of hatred.

Amazingly, Hermione laughed, a tinkle of ice sounding within the room. Draco huffed his anger and abruptly picked the petite girl up and off his lap and started pacing the room.

"I mean, who does she think she is? She's nothing! She wanted somebody 'more capable of love.' Of course she runs to little almost orphan Longbottom!" Draco raged.

"What-the-fuck-ever," Hermione said, picking up the newest edition of Witch Weekly Magazine and apparently randomly flipping through the pages.

"I want you to seduce the little boy. Ruin him forever. Make him lower than dirt. Lower than Flinch!" Draco finally got to the point.

"No way," Hermione immediately said. "Virgins…so not my style! And plus, where's the challenge?"

"C'mon Mione…I've seen the lad in the locker rooms…he's actually got a decent size willy. For a Gryfindor," Draco pleaded. "Would it be better if I told you to make him fall in love with you?"

Pretending to be engrossed with her magazine, Hermione didn't answer her stepbrother. "What the bloody hell is so interesting in that damned magazine!?" Draco finally exploded, ripping the magazine out of Hermione's hands.

Not even fazed, Hermione just turned in her chair so that she could get a good look at her brother as he read the article she had found hours before. She watched at his angry face slowly relaxed and his infamous smirk lit his face up.

"Better than Christmas, isn't it?" Hermione whispered, innocently batting her eyes. "But whatever would he do if he was presented with lil' ole me?"

"Whatever indeed…too bad he's goes to Beaubaxtons, you blind idiot," Draco taunted, "Although it would have been interesting…"

"'Why I Plan To Wait' by Harry bloody Potter," Hermione said by rote, "The best and most important conquest of my life. Do you know what this will do for me?"

"Is he for real? Mione, he must be a pouf," Draco snorted, as he continued reading the article on abstinence by the Boy-Who-Lived himself. Hermione watched as Draco read the part of the article that made her certain she would be successful. "You've got to be shitting me…transferring?"

"Of course to Hogwarts," Hermione smugly said. "And, what with me being Head Girl and Justin being…indisposed, of course I volunteered to tutor the celebrity…get him prepared for the curriculum at Hogwarts. Oh, about that whole 'pouf' thing…read a little further down…about his insipid girlfriend Fleur."

"Aww…isn't that sweet? She 'respects my decision.'" Draco rolled his eyes as he flung the magazine away in disgust. "What a fag."

Hermione sweetly smiled. "Him and his godfather are coming over today for tea. Please clean up any…spots you may have left."

"Mione, there is absolutely no way you'll be able to do this," Draco taunted.

"Care for a little friendly wager on that?" Hermione arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

Interest piqued, Draco nodded unconsciously. "What are the terms?"

"I fuck Harry Potter, I win your summer home in Tuscany," Hermione immediately replied. She had put a lot of thought into this wager already. "I don't, you win the one thing you've wanted since our parents got married."

"What's that?" Draco asked. His eyes were transfixed on his vixen stepsister as she slowly sauntered over to him. Smiling seductively, she leaned over; making sure Draco got a good view of her ample cleavage.

"Me," she whispered breathily into his ear, nipping it as she pulled away.

"No fucking way! There is no way you compare at ALL to my Tuscany villa!"

Hermione pouted. "I'll let you put it…anywhere," she said. She watched his expression. "Fine," she relented, playing her trump card; "I'll do Longbottom for you, too."

"Longbottom's not part of the bet. You're going to do Longbottom for me because it evens it out," Draco countered.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione nodded her head and stuck out her wand hand. "Agreed." The two stepsiblings shook on it.

Smirking, Draco went to leave. He paused in the doorway. "Oh, by the way, the parents called. Your gold-digging whore of a mother is rapidly deflating my trust fund."

"Oh? And how is your perverted leech of a father doing? Any more little boys?"