Chapter 18

Cruel Intentions

    Over the next week the Head boy and Head girl weren't seen anywhere in the castle. They didn't leave their dormitory at all, not even to see their friends. There were rumors going around school that Draco was on his deathbed and Hermione was taking care of him because she had attended a training school for nurses the previous summer. Some people thought that Hermione and Draco had cursed each other so bad that they couldn't walk or that their faces were covered with warts. The young ones were, however, having the time of their lives locked up together for a week. They couldn't get enough of each other. There wasn't a place where they hadn't eaten each other out, had sex, or whatever else came to their dirty minds in the dormitory. And to tell you the truth, they enjoyed themselves very much.

     "I guess it's a good thing that these walls are soundproof," said Hermione laughing while laying in Draco's arms after one of the best orgasms in her life. But she would never let him know that…

     "Definitely" answered Draco. 

     "I can't believe this is the last day we are spending together," he added sullenly.

     "well, you were awesome…"

     "Yeah, and now we know how dirty and nasty the perfect Head girl really is," he smiles, "Is there anything you are not good at? Cause if there is, I would be very surprised."

     "Umm…remember Divination back in 3rd year?" she said laughing.

     "Oh, yes! You yelled at Professor Trelawney and stormed out of class. Well, then I guess that since you don't possess the inner eye, you don't know what's coming next…" he spoke with a smirk on his face.

     "Would you like to tell me, Daddy?"

     "On, how much I would, but I don't think either one of us will be up for it. I don't even know if I can even lift my arms up anymore. We haven't slept in days…You know Hermione, you are absolutely amazing!" he said staring at her as she fell asleep.

     Of course she was amazing. She was perfect. He would be a fool to let her go. She was the most beautiful woman at Hogwarts, the smartest and best in bed, and he knew that one for sure. She was sensitive and caring and someone you could count on. She definitely knew how to get what she wanted. But no matter how much he liked her, there was no way he know of her foul plan.

     As she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she was suddenly looking over a room. She was on the bed and Draco was sleeping beside her. When he woke up, he was a real bastard to her. Hermione could see him acting like he was too good for everyone, putting his clothes on and tossing a 50 dollar bill on the bed next to her. The evil in his eyes as he did that frightened her. How used, betrayed and hurt she felt when he did that. All those feelings came crawling back to her and she felt the exact same way, as if she had experienced it again.

     He must pay for what he did to me…I have never felt more useless and stupid in my entire life that that day when he did that to me. I felt as if I was a hooker paid by the hour. I will hurt him…he will feel my pain.

     She thought about it and how he was now, how much he had changed, and the wonderful week they had spent together she thought that she wouldn't be able to go through with it. Causing him that much pain would hurt her for seeing him suffering, but he had deserved it. No one makes Hermione Granger feel like a whore and just gets away with it. No matter how much she hated to do that to him, she had no choice.  

     The next morning Draco and Hermione woke up, still in each other's arms. They hadn't slept in the most comfortable position, but that didn't matter. The first thing they saw that morning was each other and they both wanted to keep it that way. Hermione raised her arms over her head and stretched out her stiff body. Then, after giving her sleepy Draco a kiss, she jumped up and out of bed to go get dressed. Today, they would be returning to their regular schedules after that long week of bliss and enjoyment. She walked over to her room and noticed that all her clothes were scattered on the floor. Suddenly, naughty thoughts of their first day together rushed into her head, when he had chosen her clothes and went down on her right then and there. Soon afterwards she had returned the favor…All right, let's get my mind out of the gutter. There is no time to be getting horny when I have to be downstairs for breakfast in 20 minutes.

     Hermione picked out a pair of very short denim shorts and put on a white halter top underneath her robes. For accessories, she chose a golden heart locket her mother had given her as a sweet 16 present. Hermione threw a quick glance in the mirror as she walked out of her bedroom. She was glad that Draco hadn't changed yet because she wanted some time to think about what she was going to do to him.

     So far her plan was to make Blaise adore her and to sleep with him. He would be a great target because he was Draco's best friend at Hogwarts and could hardly keep anything to himself. He was also very good looking and she wouldn't really mind sleeping with him. Or at least, last week, she would have wanted to do it. Now, after seeing Draco and what beast he was in bed, she didn't know if she could ever be so intimate with anyone else. But she had to do it.

     Now, Blaise was a big fan of Quidditch. He didn't play, but he loved watching people practice in the field, even if it was Gryffindor. Hermione would go down today to the field after classes and seduce him. But before she could do that, she had to survive through a few boring lessons. First there was Defense Against the Dark Arts, then Astronomy, and Potions, and then she was done for the day.

     As she walked into the Great Hall, the majority of the student body turned their heads in her direction and started talking in hushed voices. While she was walking past them she heard bits of their conversations…

     "…no, she doesn't look like she has been hexed until her face is full of blisters..." said one blonde first year at the Ravenclaw table.

     "I thought they said she had an extra eye and they wouldn't remove it," said another girl, "I would really like to know the spell for that one…"

     "Look, it is full moon this week and she is not a werewolf. That is weird," said a little Slytherin boy.

     Hermione could not believe how much shit people could come up with in only a week. But she wouldn't keep smiling to herself knowing how wrong they were. I seduced the infamous Draco Malfoy. Don't I deserve a pat on the back? Ooo…but what I got was much better…and she swore she felt her legs shaking beneath her.

     Later that afternoon Hermione walked down to the Quidditch field to get to the dirty work. Alright, here it goes. She sucked her tummy in and pushed out her chest as she walked towards him. She was so used to doing this that it came as natural as breathing to her.

     Hermione looked at the practice for a second and noticed that it was Gryffindor. As soon as she showed up near the stands, Harry and Ron started yelling at her.

     "Hey, Hermione, what are you doing here," wondered Ron.

     "Oh, nothing much," she replied, "I'm just checking out your practice. I haven't seen fresh air in a week!"

     "Cool, I hope we are entertaining enough for you!" said Harry sarcastically, "You tell me if I look good from the stands," and he laughed.

     "Alright, Harry!" she answered, chuckling.

     Their little conversation had gotten Blaise's attention who was already at the stand, carefully watching their every move. Hermione could swear that his jaw dropped about a foot as she came closer to him and took her robes off. The way the sun reflected on her tanned skin made her body seem flawless. She bent down, her boobs in his face and gently pushed his jaw up until it closed. Then she shook her finger at him.

     "Unh, unh, Mr. Zabini, someone might think that you were left speechless…and drooling…over a Gryffindor. Now, we don't want that to happen. There are people watching," she finished and sat down, never breaking eye contact with him. If there was one thing she had learned over the past few months, was that if you look at guys in their eyes, and keep eye contact, you can make them believe anything you want them to.

     "How is going, Granger?" he asked, trying to regain his dignity,

     "Not much, I am just glad to be back around people."

     "So, what really happened last week?" he questioned her.

     "More than you'll ever know, babe, more than you'll ever know…" she smirked.

     "I take it the rumors weren't true in that case!"

     "Of course not, that would just be stupid!"

     "I think that Draco really likes you," he said and then looked around in alarm, making sure no one was near enough to hear them.

     Hermione let out a cruel laugh, "Him and everyone else, honey," then came even closer to him, still looking into his eyes, "but I have had my eye on someone else for a while…" she purred.

     "R-r-really…" he stuttered, "and who might that be?"

     "Why don't you take a wild guess?" she replied as she licked her lips, making them juicy.

     "Me?"

     "You are stupid…I like that in a man," she said and leaned in to kiss him.

     At that moment, Hermione and her new boy toy had no idea that a pair of jealous eyes was watching them.

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