Title: Falling from Innocence

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: sorry about the wait guys! my muse has finally returned to me...the next part SHOULD be up within the week.

Part Three:

At precisely noon, Hermione appeared in front of the Leaky Cauldron, not surprised at all to see Harry waiting. "Good afternoon, Harry," she greeted him sweetly. "I hope you didn't have any problems getting here? I forgot to ask if you wanted my driver to pick you up."

Before Harry had the chance to reply, a little girl, about eight or so, came up, in tears. "I'm lost," she cried out, tugging on Hermione's impeccable skirt. Hermione looked down at the little girl, who was covered in ice cream, and sneered, forgetting for a moment that she was with Harry and that she was supposed to be Miss Mary Sunshine.

"Get your grubby little hands off me," she hissed at the scared child, reflexively cringing from said hands. "Stupid Muggle brat," she spat out, before her honey-brown eyes widened as she remembered Harry's presence.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Harry said, ignoring Hermione's attempts at apology. He knelt down next to the girl. "We'll help you find your parents, won't we Hermione?"

Sniffling, the girl took Harry's hand. "I'm Anne. Who are you?" she shyly said, smiling up to the famous wizard. Hermione followed behind the two, trying to figure out a way to come out of the whole spectacle without losing face.

"I'm Harry," said the young man. He led Anne around the corner, when a frazzled looking woman came flying into him.

"MOMMY!" Anne screamed with happiness and relief. Harry and Hermione watched as the mother and her child were reunited. Much to Harry's shock and Hermione's joy, the mother shot Harry an evil look before grabbing her child's hand and storming off.

"I should report you for kidnapping!" the Muggle woman said as she huffed out.

Stunned, both the teenagers were speechless. Hermione recovered first. "Well, lets get going," she suggested, having long since decided that the best way of dealing with her…outburst would to pretend it had never happened to begin with.

"Good idea," Harry absently agreed, following Hermione inside the Leaky Cauldron.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The two teenagers' day had been full of laughter and spending. Hermione had shown Harry all of Diagon Alley's great sites to see. After they had purchased all their wizard items, Hermione suggested a trip into Muggle London.

Walking out of the fitting room, Hermione modeled an outfit to Harry. "What do you think? Muggle clothing is…so much more…I don't know, comfortable? Than wizard clothing."

"Who are you?" Harry quietly asked that question that had been plaguing his mind all afternoon.

Confused, Hermione arched an eyebrow up. "Excuse me?"

"Right now you're acting all sweet and innocent, but don't think I don't remember how you acted towards that little girl," Harry said, not meeting Hermione's eyes. "Are you really 'a malicious and evil seductress'? Or are you what you appear to be?"

"'Seductress'?" Hermione parroted, laughing slightly. "Who's been feeding you lies about me?"

"Are they lies, Hermione?" Harry asked again. "You still haven't answered my question."

Scowling, Hermione was at a loss for words and sharply turned on her heel. "I'm going to change," she said, still ignoring the question.

When she emerged from the fitting room, Harry was gone, leaving behind a message with the insipid Muggle salesgirl. Barely containing her anger, Hermione stalked out of the shop and into Diagon Alley, where she immediately headed for Knockturn Alley.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neville Longbottom carefully let loose the cricket into his pet frog's, Trevor's, cage, before sitting back and watching his beloved pet capture the insects within moments of their release. He smiled to himself; his frog had been a present from his uncle.

No, not just a present, Neville corrected himself. It was a sign of his uncle's approval. Approval was something Neville never really received growing up. Technically it was something he never really ever received. Until Ginny Weasley decided that she would, in fact, be his girlfriend. That was one of the proudest days of his life. Even though the Weasley family wasn't rich, by any means, they did have powerful, pureblooded witches and wizards. The fact that little, almost-squib-like Neville was able to catch, and keep, the attention of such a witch, made his family almost appreciate him.

"Neville!"

Neville jumped at the sound of his grandmother's voice. For the billionth time, Neville silently wished that his parents weren't in St. Mungo's and that they were able to have raised him. He sighed and hurried down the stairs to see what his grandmother wanted.

Upon clearing the stairs, Neville almost fainted. Standing in his foyer, talking to the crotchety Mrs. Ophelia Longbottom, was Draco Malfoy, his childhood tormentor and classmate. "D-d-draco," Neville managed to stutter out.

Draco fought the urge to hex both of the Longbottoms. Neville's power-hungry grandmother was transparent in her tactless requests for an invitation to a Malfoy event, while Neville was just about ready to piss his pants. Smirking at the final thought, Draco calmly, almost warmly, replied to Neville's stuttered greeting. "Hello, Neville. I was just wondering if you would like to come with me to see the Tornadoes play the Cannons?"

"Me?" Neville asked dumbly, ignoring his grandmother's vigorous nodding.

Once again fighting off the urge to roll his eyes, Draco managed a slight laugh. "Of course you, Neville," Draco answered with good humor. "Don't you think its time to put our childish animosity behind us?"

Draco watched as a wide range of emotions flicked across the Gryffindor's face. He smiled reassuringly to Neville, thinking the whole time how incredibly lucky he was. Ginny had insisted upon a secret relationship, something that would benefit him now. Neville had no idea.

"Yes…" Neville answered, a bit uncertain, with his grandmother in the background, beaming brightly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione tried not to inhale too deeply. The air surrounding Knockturn Alley was a bit wrong. She had asked Draco, the first time she visited the Alley, about why. He had laughed at her, something that she hated, and had matter-of-factly told her it was because of all the Dark Magic polluting the air.

Unfortunately, Hermione's favorite Wizard shop was located there, well-hidden from anyone with good intentions. Standing in front of an overflowing rubbish bin, all of her concentration was set on something within the bin. Suddenly the rubbish bin disappeared and an elegant-looking shop was in its place.

Weasely's Wizarding Wonders.

Hermione smiled and pushed the door open.