Previously on the Seduction Goddess:
Seamus grabbed her hand and said, "Meet me in the trophy room at 8:30?" he wore a hopeful, pleading expression on his face.
"I can't wait, baby," Hermione lied…
Chapter 10
The Distressing Interruption
Hermione leaned back against the sofa as he kissed her passionately on the neck. Her body stimulated him in a way she couldn't imagine. His kisses were sweet and wet, and he sure knew how to do it…
She was slipping off in a soothing trance as she felt his playful tongue flirtatiously circling around the base of her delicate neck. It seemed as if he was getting really into it, because he began gently biting her. He smelled mango on her neck, and actually throughout her entire body. The taste was sweet and juicy and he wanted to keep on doing that until he couldn't taste it any longer, until he couldn't taste in on any part of her.
"You smell and taste so damn good…" he muttered, before going back to nibbling on her.
Those words caused her to erupt a small laugh. Perfume isn't supposed to be flaunted. It's supposed to be discovered, Hermione thought. In this case, it would be body lotion, I guess. But that didn't matter, because whatever it was, he was hungrily licking it off her body.
Hermione's eyes were closed so she could feel him as much as concievable. All the different trophies in this room were way too distracting and she didn't need that right now. He gently went further down her body and started sucking on the exposed part of her chest, right above the top of her shirt. Her breathing got faster, filling her lungs up with air, her chest rising up higher with anxiety. She felt as if she was about to explode, overcome with emotion. He went even lower, sliding his hands under her shirt, and gently wrapping them around her soft, voluptuous breasts.
The aroused boy hastily pulled her shirt off, deciding not to wait any longer to do it. Until today, Hermione had not known that seducing guys would be so…enjoyable. Well, only the hot ones were fun, and this one was definitely hot. He continued feasting on her chest. Slowly he reached underneath her back and undid her bra, taking if off and tossing it onto the floor. Hermione saw the look of amazement in his eyes, which he didn't mind showing. She looked beatific, like an angel come down for heaven, just to make him happy. He could see the outlines of the swimsuit she had worn that summer, on her body. It was a triangle top, which had obviously been too small for her bust size. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of that, imagining her running down the beach in it. He lowered his head and gave his full attention to her voluminous breasts. A pleasant sensation spread throughout her body as he ran his tongue curiously over them.
Hermione gently bit down on her lower lip as she filled her lungs up with as much air as they would allow. His touch was so exhilarating, that she let out a soft, pleasurable moan. He just laughed. What could be better than making this ethereal goddess moan? He got lost in his own thoughts about her. She opened her mahogany eyes and took a look at the watch on his large wrist. It read 8:20. A devilish grin appeared across her beautiful face. The same face that had broken two hearts today and was about to destroy a couple more before the day would be over…
When she was with guys, it made her feel loved and wanted, even though she knew it wouldn't last for long. Hermione was sick and tired of feeling lonely. She was a mature woman and needed careful nourishing and attention. She needed someone to fill the enormous, gaping whole a man had left in her heart that summer.
They were in a dim and dusty room. This was one of the rooms where students came to…get close…yeah, that's it. Of course, this was a mystery to the professors, since if they knew, there would be measures taken against the activities that went on here. It was pretty bare, given that the only furniture was the couch they were making out on. The walls were covered in shelves full of trophies. The only ones she could recognize were from Quidditch, which were also dusty. Frankly, at the moment, that didn't matter. He was giving her so much pleasure, pleasure she hadn't felt in a long time. Hermione was hardly able to lift her arm off the sofa to motion for him to come up with her index finger, with a look of mischief in her copper eyes. He zealously followed her order and raised his head, bringing it up, hovering just above hers. After looking at her affectionately for a minute, he couldn't keep his mouth away from hers any longer. She felt intoxicating to him. He kissed her harder and harder, their tongues fiercely battling, and he couldn't stop. It was impossible for him to ever even think about not seeing her for a minute. What would he do if they separated? He wouldn't be able to live, with the craving he harbored for her in his heart, without her delicious, alluring taste in his mouth. The thought of that made him kiss her even harder, thrusting his tongue into her mouth deeper.
Hermione couldn't lie. He was a good kisser… but not as good as Draco. I guess it always comes down to that, doesn't it? She had had the best out there, and was now trying to find someone to beat him, but how do you beat the best? Competing with Draco, was a task that so far, all the guys had failed at.
He pulled away from the kiss, and looked deeply into her eyes, searching for answers. Why had she picked him? How could she be that radiant, brilliant and compassionate at the same time? It was the perfect package…the perfect girl…the perfect night…
His emotions towards her were overpowering him. His heart started beating faster and faster…The most beautiful, angelic woman was lying underneath him. It made him feel weak in the knees, and he suddenly became grateful that he wasn't standing up.
He rested his head sideways upon her exquisite chest. Her breath was now very calm and rhythmic. It was the tranquilizer that slowed his heartbeat and brought him to think about their future together. How they would graduate Hogwarts at the end of the year, how they would spend their first night together, never being able to get enough of each other. He thought about their wedding, there would be thousands of flowers, and mangoes, to remind them of their first make out session. How they would have babies, and they would love them with all their hearts. They would have made new lives, together, from the infatuation and passion they shared. They would watch the children grow, becoming clever, adorable, and caring, just like their mother. He couldn't stop thinking about it. The love he felt for her…he just had to bring his chest in closer to her delicate body, wrap his strong arms as tightly around her as he could, never letting go…
The door slowly creaked open. The head of a short haired boy appeared through the crack. When he saw Hermione lying down on the sofa, shirtless, with a guy lying on top of her, he blast the door with his fist, so it opened all the way, hitting the wall on the other side. Hermione quickly glanced over to his watch. It was 8:25. Right on time…
Andrew Lyle jumped abruptly, squishing Hermione. His thoughts had been interrupted by Seamus Finnigan, who was standing at the door, fuming in disbelief as he watched the two lovers scurry for their shirts.
Andrew Lyle was the hottest guy from Ravenclaw, in their year anyways. She didn't know many guys from the other houses, that weren't in her year. Andrew was about six feet tall, handsome, with short, light brown, curly hair, which looked adorable on him. He had amazing facial features. His eyes were blue and you could get lost, starting into them. They made you feel as if you were diving into the ocean, so beautiful, deep and immense. You couldn't get enough of them. He had a strong, Roman nose, which reminded her of a God, just like in the ancient Greek stories. He was muscular and knew how to take care of himself.
An evil grin slowly settled upon Hermione's face. Here it goes again…for the fourth time today, I will break somebody's heart. Oh, and how convenient, I can do them two at once. Whoever said I'm not a genius, must have lied!
A big whiff of Seamus' cologne entered the room with him. Hermione and Andrew almost gagged. Tears were filling his betrayed eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Lyle," yelled Seamus, wiping tears away from his face. They were starting to pour down his cheeks, and they stung. They stung the same way putting salt on a wound did. And he couldn't bear it.
"I am here because I was invited, but I'm guessing that your reason for being here is nowhere as good as mine, or is it?" Andrew responded calmly as he wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders, bringing her in closer.
"You fucking bastard!" Seamus was getting extremely angry. He clenched his fists and began towards Andy.
"Seamus Finnigan, if you do anything stupid, I will never speak to you again, do you understand me?" Hermione spoke those words in a loud, clear, demanding tone. Damn, that sounded like something only his mother would say!
Seamus lowered his head and backed down. Andrew was impressed by the way Seamus reacted to Hermione. Were all the guys that submissive to her? He knew that he would be, because he could never do anything that would make her unhappy.
"What is that smell?" asked Andy in disgust, wrinkling his nose. Hermione looked up at him with a Don't-go-there look on her face. If he had been looking at her, he might not have said what he was about to.
"Oh, it's my new cologne, do you like it?" Seamus said proudly, forgetting for a moment about all of the pain gathering up inside his mutilated heart. But then…
"What is it? Death #9 from the Dead Cats collection? How many animals do you think had to die just to make that "cologne" for you?"
Andy talked to Seamus as if he was lower than dirt. His voice was harsh, distant and heartless. Hermione couldn't imagine how that had just come out of his mouth. He was the same guy she had been getting turned on by, just a couple minutes ago, right? Who was this cruel, insensitive person that was standing next to her?
We've already done enough damage. Why do you need to hit a man when he's down? This is one of the things she hated most about guys. They were emotionless, incoherent, idiotic jerks who didn't care about people's feelings. They played with everyone as if they had a right to, and didn't care who they tormented in the way. That's what Malfoy had done to her. Then why did she still like him so much?
Seamus ignored Hermione's previous orders and slowly walked up to them. He had to get it out, he just wasn't able to hold onto his rage any longer. Swinging back his arm to gain speed, Seamus brought it down on Andrew's jaw. He pulled his fist away quickly, making the momentum larger, and inflicting more pain onto his victim. Andrew fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Seamus gazed down to see what he had just done, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. There wasn't even an ounce of regret in his heart. Andrew was way stronger than him and generally, wouldn't have allowed that to happen. But Seamus had caught him by surprise and he hadn't gotten out of the way fast enough.
"Have a nice life," was all he said, and stormed out of the room.
Hermione dropped down on the floor beside him, trying to take a look at his wound. He wasn't bleeding badly, but it didn't look to well. Blood was emerging from the corner of his mouth. Using her thumb, she wiped it away. He gazed into her hazel eyes as he lay in her lap.
The most incredible woman was there with him. Hoping that he hadn't made a fool out of himself, he asked, "So, when am I going to see you again?" while reaching up and running a thumb over her luscious, curvaceous lips.
And now for the break-up…
"What makes you think that's going to happen?" Hermione answered piercingly, shaking her head. She stared down at him with a cold look of hatred. She would never be able to love him. Yes, he had been good for having a little fun, well, actually a lot of fun, but that's not what she wanted in a man.
"I'm sorry, but I was under the impression that you had a great time," said Andy with uncertainty, as he stood up onto his elbows, gazing at her quizzically. She must be joking, right…?
"I've had better," was all Hermione said, frigidly. She got up and walked out of the room, feeling the blood rushing through her body.
Andrew Lyle stared back at her, distraught. What had just happened? Hadn't she spent a long time in here with him? Hadn't she liked it? The dazed look she had had in her eyes as he was kissing her, came flooding back to him. Why is she doing this?
Her lips had felt so silky and supple against his…he could still taste her in his mouth, rich, savory, and mangoey…Combined with her soft, velvety skin, made her the most provocative woman he had laid eyes upon.
He collapsed onto the floor and frantically pondered about anything he might have done wrong.
On the way back to the room, Hermione decided not to think about what had just happened, so instead she focused on her conversation with Harry and Ron during dinner.
Flashback
Hermione sat at the table, with two empty seats across from her, patiently waiting for her two best friends to return from their first Quidditch practice this season. She was planning a way to attack Seamus and hurt him, without actually having to do anything with him. Soon enough, she came up with the perfect plan, and she could get some fun out of it. The only thing left was to find a guy…
Glancing over to the other tables, she began sizing up the guys. Too young…too short…too fat…too weird…too ugly…too babyish…until she settled her eyes upon Andrew Lyle…too perfect. He happened to be the hottest guy from Ravenclaw in her year, and from what she had heard, he was definitely worth the time.
Alright, then it's all set. She watched him eat for a couple more minutes, until she saw Ron and Harry walk in through the doors of the Great Hall. They looked happy, and excited. Their sparkling eyes searched for Hermione as they walked over to the Gryffindor table. She waived at them, and they came over.
"Hey, Hermione," said Harry.
"Hello," she responded excitedly.
"Hey," said Ron.
"Hello, Ron," she said enthusiastically, forgetting about Lyle for a moment. She had to keep a watch to make sure she left with him. "So…tell me! How did the first practice go?"
"It was awesome! We are going to be so good this year! I can't even believe it!" Ron was obviously way too excited, but not as much as Harry was.
"That-is-true!-Our-keeper,-Ron,-as-you-already-know-blocks-the-shots-85-percent-of-the-time,-which-is-an-excellent-record.-The-beaters-succesfully-managed-to-knock-off-the-dummies-off-their-booms-every-time.-Oh-what-am-I-saying,-everybody-rocks…" Harry had just said all that in one breath. Now, he was panting heavily and Hermione and Ron were laughing at him.
"Sounds great, guys" she commented cheerfully. She quickly glanced over to the Ravenclaw table, and saw that Andrew was still eating. He was also chatting animatedly with his fellow Ravenclaws. They seemed to be having fun. Hermione noticed that he was surrounded mostly by girls. So, he's the ladies man, huh? She thought and wicked things started running through her mind.
Ron shot a glance at Harry, and elbowed his arm. Harry suddenly cleared his throat. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"That Influence Potion in Snape's class was very hard today, don't you think," Harry asked Hermione.
"It was pretty easy actually," she answered, feeling good about herself. After all, she was really smart.
"Was Seamus a good partner?" Harry asked at a second attempt to get something out of his best friend. You know, guys, I know what you are getting at…
"Uhh…he was Ok…" she answered, pretending not to know what he was talking about.
"Alright, Hermione, cut the bullshit," said Ron, speaking through gritted teeth to decrease his volume a bit.
Harry shot a cold, annoyed look at Ron, saying, "Didn't I tell you that I was going to handle this?" quietly, so that Hermione couldn't hear him, but she did, despite his efforts.
"Handle what, Harry?" Hermione was growing angry.
"We don't want to make you mad, but we noticed that yesterday you were all over Dean, and today, Seamus. Well, they were kind of all over you actually, but that's not the point. What are you doing with them? Couldn't you just pick one?" Harry looked really concerned.
"Ewww…that's gross. I am ashamed you guys would even think that I would even flirt with either of them!" Hermione had a disgusted look on her face.
Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows. She wasn't telling the truth, she couldn't be! Yesterday, Dean was feeling her thighs and she kissed him, and today, she had Seamus down on his knees, polishing her shoes!
"I don't think you are being honest, Hermione," said Harry, feeling a little hurt, because his best friend wouldn't share her feelings with him.
"Look guys, there is nothing going on between Dean and I, or Seamus and I, thank God!" She wasn't really lying to them. There truly was nothing going on. She had "broken-up" with both of those idiots, so technically, right now, there was nothing between them. This made her feel a little better about not telling the entire truth to her friends.
"Alright, if you say so," finished Harry, and sighed heavily. He had been defeated. Not wanting to push this any further, because they might get in a fight, he backed off. He carelessly brushed his hair back with his hand, and Hermione stared at him. He really lookes good like that, she thought. He is very handsome, why haven't I noticed this before?
Andrew Lyle stood up from the Ravenclaw table. He said good bye to his friends, and headed towards the doors.
Hermione told Harry and Ron that she had a lot of homework to take care of and left the Great Hall, closely following Andrew.
End Flashback
Harry and Ron are starting to get a bit too nosy, aren't they, she thought. She touched her neck with her hand and gently brought it down to her chest, remembering Andrew. He was good…so good…but rude. She couldn't stand anybody with that attitude. If he didn't have that major flaw in his character, he might have had a chance against Draco.
So…it's like survival of the fittest, huh? Whoever is worse than Draco, gets his heart broken, but if he's better, her survives, and is in the treat of his lifetime…I like the thought of that.
Flashback
Hermione paced behind Andrew Lyle as he exited the Great hall. He walked confidently, as if he was sure of himself. That reminded Hermione a little bit of that self-centered Malfoy she wanted so bad.
"Where are you going, Andrew," she spoke softly and seductively.
He turned around, and laid his eyes upon her body, looked her up and down, and answered, "Just heading up to the common room to finish some homework."
She walked over, getting closer to him and asked, "Now, what's a fine man like you, doing homework at this time? You sure must have something better to do." She positioned he hand on his chest, feeling him tremble from her touch.
"Why, is there anything on you mind," he asked, raising his eyebrows slyly.
"Why, baby, there are a lot of things on my mind," Hermione responded temptingly, and licked her lips irresistibly.
"Do any of them include a fine, tall Ravenclaw?" he asked, placing his hands casually in his pockets.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Hermione replied with an evil smirk.
He nodded his head in response.
"Then follow me," she said.
They weren't far away from the trophy room, and it was almost 8 o'clock. That would give them about a half an hour. A smirk found its way on her face.
End Flashback
Hermione reached the portrait of the three sirens, which guarded the Head Dormitories. She loved that painting. That's why she had picked it to be the one guarding her dormitories. Not thinking that she would ever share this with anyone, but she thought that the painting represented her. It was entitled "Body, Soul, and Mind" by an artist who lived in the 13th century with the name of Gregory Van Dondrass. The blonde siren represented her beauty, the thing that guys had started liking her for, her looks. They were initially attracted to her appearance, typical of all guys. The red head represented her soul, her wild side, her caring side, her emotions. This is the side that made guys want to stay with her for, for the niceness and beastliness in her. The third aspect of her was the black haired siren, her mind. She was Hermione's cleverness, she was the reason why Hermione was able to succeed in this game of seduction, because she was smarter than most the boys. All the sirens had a natural charisma, which Hermione also possessed. When she had seen this painting, she immediately felt drawn to it. That's why she picked it out of the thousands that were on Hogwarts' walls.
"Skulls and bones," muttered Hermione to the portrait, before it let her in. She headed straight to her room, not bothering to even look in the direction of Draco's room.
She got undressed and took a hot bath. Pausing to write a few words in her diary before she turned the lights off, she sat up in her bed and opened it.
Dear diary,
I believe that my plan is working. I have guys crawling at my feet, everyone wants me, and I've made out and done stuff with a lot of guys lately. This isn't helping me, though. I still feel lonely and empty inside. There's nobody who really loves me. This seduction thing is turning out to be a little whoever-is-better-than-Draco-is-my-soul mate-search. Sounds weird, doesn't it, but I will get my revenge on him. Don't ever doubt that! He will be shaking and crying, worse than Dean was. I will get him eventually, just not yet. I think that he is starting to have feelings for me, but that might be just a misconception. Well, that's OK, cause by the time I am through with him, he will have feelings for me. The same feelings that he had left me that morning with.
Good Night,
Hermione
She put her diary in the drawer on her nightstand, turned the lights off, and fell sleep before her beautiful head hit the soft, silky pillows.
Hey everybody,
Here is the next chapter! I hope you liked it! You didn't really think that I would make her do anything with Seamus, did you? Oh, come on, you know me better than that! Happy New Year to everyone! Sorry that this chapter was really really long. Sometimes when I'm tired, or out of ideas, or don't feel like writing my story, I just read your guys' reviews and they inspire me, and help me get the chapter out faster. Thank you for being so inspirational!
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