Game of Seduction
PG-13 (for now)
Ryo Angel
Bring Forth the Green Eyes ---
The youngest Weasley male was stuck. He couldn't understand what kind of game Hermione was playing at. First she hangs out with ferret face, then she started dressing like a bloody goddess and arousing the attention of every bloody male out there, yeah, he saw Snape eyeing her... and now... now she's sunbathing. In February. In England. Where it's almost below 0 degrees outside! Not to mention, Draco and Harry had joined her. Draco! For the love of Morgana! Ron was feeling left out. Where there once were three, now an outsider has come into their trio and threatened to rip them apart. No. No one can do that. He belongs with them. Him. Ronald Weasley. Not.. not...
"More juice, Draco?" Hermione looked towards her new friend and poured another stream of rich strawberry juice into the pewter cup he held in his hand.
Three lawn chairs were lined up facing the sun, a cold breeze rushed through them, but Hermione had charmed the day to be nice, almost perfect... at least for the trio outside. To everyone else, they were deemed insane lunatics that would mostly likely freeze to death. The girls sighed, the boys shook their heads, and everyone prayed that the Boy-who-lived will continue to live... at least until You-know-who was dead.
Hermione turned her head towards the window where Ron was peering out and waved for him to join them. "Really, Harry, the least you can do was invite him along."
Harry looked pointedly at Draco, "It's one or the other, 'moine. Pick one."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You boys and your silly feuds."
"Didn't you encourage us?" Harry's voice was amused, but his eyes were stony, almost accusing. He looked at Draco with distaste, but Hermione had stopped looking at appearances and focused on his lingering eyes, noted when Harry swept his emerald eyes over Draco's hard body, smirked when she saw the inaudible gulp as he swallowed hard.
"And now, Potter?" Draco pulled down his blue shades and his twinkling cobalt eyes focused themselves on the Gryffindor Prince, "Don't you just want to eat me up?"
Harry heard the coyness and the knot in his rock hard stomach tightened, "Go screw yourself."
"I'd rather screw you."
Awkward silence. Very awkward silence. Hermione's eyebrows shot up as she stared at Draco before turning to Harry to see what his reply would be.
"No thanks." His voice was hard and cold and Hermione smirked. She knew how this affected him. She knew very well how Draco's bold little reply had affected Harry, but she wouldn't say a word. Not yet. Not until later, when they were alone.
Silence permeated the trio and the wind picked up, sending splashes of snow into their cozy little gathering. Shivering slightly, Hermione stood up, "I think it's time to go in." Wrapping a wool shawl around her body, she flicked her wand and the lawn gear disappeared. unfortunately, she didn't check to see if Harry and Draco had gotten up and she cringed slightly when she heard the two yelps of pain as the two Adonis' came into contact with icy cold. They stood up and caught each other's eyes. Silently, they communicated with each other. A nod from each and twin smirks on their faces, they packed some snow into their hands to formed a snowball.
Backing up, Hermione held up her hands, "Come on guys, you wouldn't hurt a defenseless witch, would you?" She smiled charmingly.
Draco caught Harry's eyes. "Yeah right." They both said before two snowballs was hurled at the curly brown haired witch and her screamed of outrage sounded throughout Hogwarts' ground.
Through it all, Ron watched with narrow eyes.
--
Hermione parted company with the two boys and went to take a shower, but not before pulling Draco aside, "Go with your gut instincts..." She told him with a wink.
The two wizards walked slowly together along Hogwarts' hall, going nowhere, lost in their own thoughts.
While Harry continued to walk on, Draco slowed his pace until he was a step behind Harry. What goes on in the lone dragon's mind is very simple - seduce Harry. The hardest thing would be to actually do it. Without him knowing. Slowly and wickedly. Tenderly and roughly. Make him beg for it. Make him plead for it. Make him surrender entirely to it... Bwehehehehehe.
"What are you giggling at, Malfoy?" Harry turned around and frowned, aware that the echoing sound of Draco's giggles was starting to attract a few lone students on their way to lunch.
Draco snapped to attention and immediately stopped. "Giggling? Me? You must be mad, Potter." He increased his pace and walked ahead, leaving a puzzled Harry behind.
'Love must be blind...'
--
Lunch came and two seats were suspiciously empty. The busy buzz of rumors spread like wild fire, growing wilder and larger with each passing minute. Meanwhile, the head boy and head girl sat next to each other in their private common room, a fire crackled and snapped at them while one sat there shaking his head, the other patting his back. "It's all right Draco, just because Harry now thinks that you're insane, gay, and not to mention very sexy, doesn't mean anything."
"Gee, thanks a lot, Granger!" Draco snarled sarcastically before her words registered, "He thinks I'm gay... he thinks I'm sexy?" This was new and maybe good as well? Draco paused to think about it. It's not like he was considered very sane before. A little bit insane now wouldn't hurt. "F-ing hell, I wrote the book on seduction! Why is it so hard for me to do it now?"
Slowly at first, it began to build and flare up - laughter. "Sorry." Hermione grinned at Draco, "The sex god has fallen." She tsked, "What a sad fate..." Tired of consoling the dragon, she stood up, "I'm going to lunch. Want me to bring you anything?"
Draco only glared at her before his eyes caught the blazing fire, kept alive due to magical logs. "I just realized something..."
"You aren't the brillant man you conceived yourself to be?"
Draco shook his head and stood as well, "It's lunch and both of us are in here... which means that everyone is in the dining room. And we're missing... wouldn't the rumor mill be at an all time high?"
"What does it matter?" Hermione stared at Draco, since when did he care about what happens to his reputation? Hell, everyone already thinks that they're together anyways. Besides, this would be even better. It'll really force Ron's hand... maybe he'll react better when jealous. He always did react better to Draco than to anyone else. "Don't tell me you don't want Harry to get the wrong idea...?" The idea of it was laughable. Who'd knew that one day Draco Malfoy would actually CARE about his reputation.
"What would I care?" Draco was miffed, he didn't know that he was this transparent. Nonetheless, he started getting up, "I'm just worried about you. Wouldn't the Weasley suddenly find that going after you is futile if you're with me?"
Hermione shrugged as she followed him out of their common room and into Hogwarts hall. "No. Ron hates losing anything to you... I'm actually hoping this would force him to make a move."
A wicked little grin came over Draco and he stopped, "I just thought of something..."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "This isn't about the rumor mill again, is it?"
"No, no. I was thinking about a muggle game that you people play at parties..."
Muggle parties? Draco MALFOY knows something about muggle parties? Hermione stared in shock and Draco looked uncomfortable, "What? I AM a Malfoy. We have to keep ahead of everyone." He pouted slightly.
"What game, dare I ask?" Hermione asked, still in disbelief.
The flickering tourches added a mysterious glow to Draco's pale face as he grinned with little malice, "You said it. Dare you ask. Truth, Dare, or Strip."
That night came the invitations.
Author's Notes
Draco! Harry! They belong together... sigh dreamily Anyhoo, next up, Truth or Dare! Keep those suggestions coming!
I would like some ideas... the hardest thing to write is Truth or Dare... anyways, the people playing are going to be...
Blaise Susan
Harry Draco Hermione Ginny Neville Ron
= possibly
cries No one reviews! (Except for a few, I love you!! ) If you like review, if you hate review. Review good!!
To my (good) reviewers :
- I don't know... it's Hermione, if anybody can find a way, it's her... Magic interferes with muggle tech?
Audre - Thanks so much for the names! I'll see if I can work somethings in... I have most of the chapters planned out, I'm just not sure I have enough truth or dares for all of them...
Makalani Astal - Glad you liked!
thedarkside45 - Eh, it's just going to be a muggle type of game. The only magic is that they're under that truth spell... any idea what it's called? I know what it's like to suddenly forget a story... inspiration is the key! Good luck!
RainSeaker - Draco, sadly, isn't. But I just love stories that have him with Harry. They're just so perfect for each other. Keep reading, cuz I'll certainly be writing
Ryo Angel
Bring Forth the Green Eyes ---
The youngest Weasley male was stuck. He couldn't understand what kind of game Hermione was playing at. First she hangs out with ferret face, then she started dressing like a bloody goddess and arousing the attention of every bloody male out there, yeah, he saw Snape eyeing her... and now... now she's sunbathing. In February. In England. Where it's almost below 0 degrees outside! Not to mention, Draco and Harry had joined her. Draco! For the love of Morgana! Ron was feeling left out. Where there once were three, now an outsider has come into their trio and threatened to rip them apart. No. No one can do that. He belongs with them. Him. Ronald Weasley. Not.. not...
"More juice, Draco?" Hermione looked towards her new friend and poured another stream of rich strawberry juice into the pewter cup he held in his hand.
Three lawn chairs were lined up facing the sun, a cold breeze rushed through them, but Hermione had charmed the day to be nice, almost perfect... at least for the trio outside. To everyone else, they were deemed insane lunatics that would mostly likely freeze to death. The girls sighed, the boys shook their heads, and everyone prayed that the Boy-who-lived will continue to live... at least until You-know-who was dead.
Hermione turned her head towards the window where Ron was peering out and waved for him to join them. "Really, Harry, the least you can do was invite him along."
Harry looked pointedly at Draco, "It's one or the other, 'moine. Pick one."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You boys and your silly feuds."
"Didn't you encourage us?" Harry's voice was amused, but his eyes were stony, almost accusing. He looked at Draco with distaste, but Hermione had stopped looking at appearances and focused on his lingering eyes, noted when Harry swept his emerald eyes over Draco's hard body, smirked when she saw the inaudible gulp as he swallowed hard.
"And now, Potter?" Draco pulled down his blue shades and his twinkling cobalt eyes focused themselves on the Gryffindor Prince, "Don't you just want to eat me up?"
Harry heard the coyness and the knot in his rock hard stomach tightened, "Go screw yourself."
"I'd rather screw you."
Awkward silence. Very awkward silence. Hermione's eyebrows shot up as she stared at Draco before turning to Harry to see what his reply would be.
"No thanks." His voice was hard and cold and Hermione smirked. She knew how this affected him. She knew very well how Draco's bold little reply had affected Harry, but she wouldn't say a word. Not yet. Not until later, when they were alone.
Silence permeated the trio and the wind picked up, sending splashes of snow into their cozy little gathering. Shivering slightly, Hermione stood up, "I think it's time to go in." Wrapping a wool shawl around her body, she flicked her wand and the lawn gear disappeared. unfortunately, she didn't check to see if Harry and Draco had gotten up and she cringed slightly when she heard the two yelps of pain as the two Adonis' came into contact with icy cold. They stood up and caught each other's eyes. Silently, they communicated with each other. A nod from each and twin smirks on their faces, they packed some snow into their hands to formed a snowball.
Backing up, Hermione held up her hands, "Come on guys, you wouldn't hurt a defenseless witch, would you?" She smiled charmingly.
Draco caught Harry's eyes. "Yeah right." They both said before two snowballs was hurled at the curly brown haired witch and her screamed of outrage sounded throughout Hogwarts' ground.
Through it all, Ron watched with narrow eyes.
--
Hermione parted company with the two boys and went to take a shower, but not before pulling Draco aside, "Go with your gut instincts..." She told him with a wink.
The two wizards walked slowly together along Hogwarts' hall, going nowhere, lost in their own thoughts.
While Harry continued to walk on, Draco slowed his pace until he was a step behind Harry. What goes on in the lone dragon's mind is very simple - seduce Harry. The hardest thing would be to actually do it. Without him knowing. Slowly and wickedly. Tenderly and roughly. Make him beg for it. Make him plead for it. Make him surrender entirely to it... Bwehehehehehe.
"What are you giggling at, Malfoy?" Harry turned around and frowned, aware that the echoing sound of Draco's giggles was starting to attract a few lone students on their way to lunch.
Draco snapped to attention and immediately stopped. "Giggling? Me? You must be mad, Potter." He increased his pace and walked ahead, leaving a puzzled Harry behind.
'Love must be blind...'
--
Lunch came and two seats were suspiciously empty. The busy buzz of rumors spread like wild fire, growing wilder and larger with each passing minute. Meanwhile, the head boy and head girl sat next to each other in their private common room, a fire crackled and snapped at them while one sat there shaking his head, the other patting his back. "It's all right Draco, just because Harry now thinks that you're insane, gay, and not to mention very sexy, doesn't mean anything."
"Gee, thanks a lot, Granger!" Draco snarled sarcastically before her words registered, "He thinks I'm gay... he thinks I'm sexy?" This was new and maybe good as well? Draco paused to think about it. It's not like he was considered very sane before. A little bit insane now wouldn't hurt. "F-ing hell, I wrote the book on seduction! Why is it so hard for me to do it now?"
Slowly at first, it began to build and flare up - laughter. "Sorry." Hermione grinned at Draco, "The sex god has fallen." She tsked, "What a sad fate..." Tired of consoling the dragon, she stood up, "I'm going to lunch. Want me to bring you anything?"
Draco only glared at her before his eyes caught the blazing fire, kept alive due to magical logs. "I just realized something..."
"You aren't the brillant man you conceived yourself to be?"
Draco shook his head and stood as well, "It's lunch and both of us are in here... which means that everyone is in the dining room. And we're missing... wouldn't the rumor mill be at an all time high?"
"What does it matter?" Hermione stared at Draco, since when did he care about what happens to his reputation? Hell, everyone already thinks that they're together anyways. Besides, this would be even better. It'll really force Ron's hand... maybe he'll react better when jealous. He always did react better to Draco than to anyone else. "Don't tell me you don't want Harry to get the wrong idea...?" The idea of it was laughable. Who'd knew that one day Draco Malfoy would actually CARE about his reputation.
"What would I care?" Draco was miffed, he didn't know that he was this transparent. Nonetheless, he started getting up, "I'm just worried about you. Wouldn't the Weasley suddenly find that going after you is futile if you're with me?"
Hermione shrugged as she followed him out of their common room and into Hogwarts hall. "No. Ron hates losing anything to you... I'm actually hoping this would force him to make a move."
A wicked little grin came over Draco and he stopped, "I just thought of something..."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "This isn't about the rumor mill again, is it?"
"No, no. I was thinking about a muggle game that you people play at parties..."
Muggle parties? Draco MALFOY knows something about muggle parties? Hermione stared in shock and Draco looked uncomfortable, "What? I AM a Malfoy. We have to keep ahead of everyone." He pouted slightly.
"What game, dare I ask?" Hermione asked, still in disbelief.
The flickering tourches added a mysterious glow to Draco's pale face as he grinned with little malice, "You said it. Dare you ask. Truth, Dare, or Strip."
That night came the invitations.
Author's Notes
Draco! Harry! They belong together... sigh dreamily Anyhoo, next up, Truth or Dare! Keep those suggestions coming!
I would like some ideas... the hardest thing to write is Truth or Dare... anyways, the people playing are going to be...
Blaise Susan
Harry Draco Hermione Ginny Neville Ron
= possibly
cries No one reviews! (Except for a few, I love you!! ) If you like review, if you hate review. Review good!!
To my (good) reviewers :
- I don't know... it's Hermione, if anybody can find a way, it's her... Magic interferes with muggle tech?
Audre - Thanks so much for the names! I'll see if I can work somethings in... I have most of the chapters planned out, I'm just not sure I have enough truth or dares for all of them...
Makalani Astal - Glad you liked!
thedarkside45 - Eh, it's just going to be a muggle type of game. The only magic is that they're under that truth spell... any idea what it's called? I know what it's like to suddenly forget a story... inspiration is the key! Good luck!
RainSeaker - Draco, sadly, isn't. But I just love stories that have him with Harry. They're just so perfect for each other. Keep reading, cuz I'll certainly be writing