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Chapter Two
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Draco made his move that afternoon during Charms. He had it all planned out in his brain. When Hermione's back was turned, he put a little charm on the pillow that she was supposed to make dance. When she turned around again, she confidently recited the spell and the pillow exploded into a million feathers. Then, when she tried to get rid of the feathers, they all turned into acid green goo that spilled across the classroom.
"What the-" she started, extremely puzzled.
"Miss Granger, what is going on here?" Professor Flitwick exclaimed, flicking a piece of goo off his arm.
"I don't know, Professor, the pillow just exploded-" Hermione wasn't believing what she had just seen happen. She wasn't used to this sort of thing happening to her.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to clean this up in detention tonight, Hermione," Professor Flitwick said unhappily.
It was just that easy. Stuff like this was second nature to Draco. Now it was his turn.
Draco couldn't make it too obvious, so several minutes later he, instead of performing the proper incantation, made his pillow spin around the room frantically, as though orbiting a planet. He then cried loudly, "Bloody hell!" And then fake-realized what had just come out of his mouth and threw his hand over it.
"What did you just say, Mr. Malfoy?" Flitwick questioned. It helped that he was arleady in a bad mood to begin with.
"I'm so sorry, Professor. I really didn't mean-"
"Of course you didn't. But you're going to have to join Hermione in detention this evening." Flitwick glared at him.
Draco scowled and mumbled something about mudbloods maliciously under his breath. But in his head he was jumping for joy at how easily his plan had worked. They had played right into his trap.
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That afternoon, Pansy had entered the library in hopes of finding Ginny all alone with her giant Weasley nose shoved deep into the clenches of a book. She did find her alone, but instead of pouring herself into a nice big novel, she was searching the stacks, mumbling something to herself the whole time. On the other side, Pansy stood closely enough to hear what she was looking for- a book on making things turn invisible- and then quickly made her way to that side of the bookshelf to get the book.
She found the book before Ginny did, obviously, because Ginny happened to be quite dense.
"Yes!" Pansy cheered obnoxiously under her breath, just to make sure that Ginny noticed her.
"Oh," Ginny said. "Oh. Is that Invisibility Spells 101?"
"Yeah." Pansy held the book to her chest protectively.
"Oh." Ginny looked crushed.
"Why? Is this the book you wanted...?" Pansy had to try and remember that she still had to be bitchy to a Weasel, even though she was trying to get on her good side. She didn't want to risk a drastic change that even Ginny, the Queen of all Airheads would notice. So she tried to state that last remark out with a bit of malice.
"Um... Yeah..." Ginny said, hanging her head (literally). She was acting like a three-year-old, but this is what she was always like.
Pansy looked sympathetic for a nanosecond and then reverted back to her usual pouting, scowling, and frowning mixture of a face. "Sorry," she responded.
"Do you think I could use it after you?" she asked.
Then something happened that played perfectly right into Pansy's plot.
"Hey, Ginny!" Harry Potter exclaimed, bounding toward the little redhead.
"Harry! Hi!" Ginny responded, immediately losing her unhappy demeanor.
"What's up?" Harry asked. He seemed very excited about something.
"I'm just waiting for Pansy to finish using this book," Ginny stated.
"Oh." Harry looked almost shocked.
"Mmhmm," Ginny said chipperly, nodding her head.
"I should be going, I guess. I'll see you at six-thirty for your flying lesson?" Harry checked.
"Mmhmm," Ginny repeated, nodding her head childishly again.
"Bye." He glanced at Pansy again before turning around and leaving the library.
After watching Harry exit the library, Pansy warily asked, "But aren't you dating Blaise Zabini, Ginny?"
Ginny chewed on her lip. "Yes," she responded. "Why?"
"Well it's obvious that you like Harry," Pansy informed the girl.
Ginny looked shocked. "I do not!"
Pansy raised an eyebrow and Ginny threw herself down on a chair at a nearby table dramatically. "Okay. Well maybe just a little," Ginny confessed. She looked up at Pansy with her eyes wide. "He sends me love letters," she said, her voice quiet.
Pansy couldn't believe what she just heard. Love letters? 1. Who sent love letters in the 21st century? And 2. This was pefect. Absolutely perfect. If Pansy could set up Ginny with Harry- and maybe get her to make fuck buddies with a few others- and convince her that keeping a relationship with Blaise at the same time was a good idea, then Ginny's newly found promiscuosity would crush poor Blaise's little heart when he found out that he's getting fucked over- definitely not literally- by a Weasel. It was perfect.
"That's perfect," Pansy blurted, trying to contain her excitement.
"What? Why?" Ginny questioned incredulously.
"Because love letters are my specialty," Pansy announced proudly.
"Huh?" Ginny was a bit dense, and very rude about it most of the time.
"If you show me the letters that Harry has sent you, I can help you write responses or give you tips on what to do next," Pansy said. She was trying to make it sound like it was one of those dumb things you did with your "girlfriends" or something like that.
Ginny hesitated before responding. "You would do that?"
Pansy nodded enthusiastically.
"Wow, thanks a lot!" Ginny exclaimed. She was so stupid to even ask the simple question of "why?".
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Before he knew it, Draco was down on his hands and knees scrubbing the now hardened goo off the floor as Hermione got the walls. Flitwick had specifically left the stuff to harden, which made it rather like scrubbing a lollipop that had molded into the floor off of it. Except harder.
"Hermione?" Draco finally said after what felt like hours of silence.
"What?" she responded unhappily.
Draco hesitated before popping the question. "Are you a virgin?"
Hermione dropped her sponge. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry, I just was wondering." He smirked up at her for affect.
Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes, the disbelief dripping off her face. She couldn't believe what had just come out of Draco's mouth.
"Well, are you?"
"God, Draco, would you stop being so rude?" she snapped.
Draco chuckled quietly to himself. After a pause he spoke again. "So who's the lucky guy then?"
"Ugh. What?"
"Obviously you're not a virgin. You probably did it with a Weasel when you were fourteen or something, and now you regret it, or else you wouldn't be so touchy about this," Draco explained.
"No. Some people like to keep their sex lives private," Hermione stated. "Unlike you."
"Ouch." Draco stopped talking for a few minutes as he scrubbed the ground fiercely. Although it may not have seemed so, this little detention session was going pretty much as Draco wanted it to. So he wasn't getting quite on Hermione's good side. Yet. He knew eventually she'd start spilling the goods.
"Unless of course you don't have a sex life," he said after a few minutes of silence.
Hermione was flabbergasted at this. "I have a sex life, Draco," she said defensively. "I just don't run around flaunting the number of blowjobs I've given..."
"I don't give blowjobs." Draco had a strange feeling that maybe Hermione didn't know what a blowjob was.
"Whatever," she said, getting irritated now. "You know what I mean."
"But I'm afraid I don't." He stopped scrubbing, leaned against a desk and looked up at her. "Are you a virgin or are you not?"
Hermione let out a very quick breath in irritation and disbelief that Draco was continuing on with this argument. She turned and faced him, her hands on her hips and her sponge creating a puddle of soap on the ground. "What's it to you, Malfoy?" she squealed.
Draco shrugged. "I'm just curious."
"Somehow, I doubt that." She picked up her sponge and resumed her scrubbing.
"Why is it such a big secret?" Draco asked, sounding as though he was getting angry and offended. He wasn't, this was just part of his big act. "You don't have to get all upset with me just because I'm comfortable about my sexuality. I don't care about telling people how many people I've slept with because it's not something that's this huge private secret to me. It's just something that people do."
"I'm a virgin," Hermione said quickly.
"What?" Draco responded out of surprise. He obviously already knew she was a virgin, but he was surprised at the way she responded to his question.
"You heard me," she said.
"I did..."
"Why is this such a big deal to you, then?" she asked calmly.
"Because..." He had to think of something good and nice to say about her. "I thought a girl like you might've already found that 'special someone', if I may."
"What do you mean?" she dropped her arm and looked down at him. He could tell she was slightly flattered, even if she didn't want to be.
"I mean that I would assume that a girl who looks like you and has the friends that she does would have already found what she was saving herself for," Draco stated almost genuinly.
"Why are you saying this to me?"
"Because it's the truth."
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to her wall. "You can't pull this crap with me, Malfoy. I'm not stupid. I know what you're trying to do."
"What am I trying to do?"
"Seduce me! I wouldn't know why but it's very apparent that you have something up your sleeve, and if I know you, you are trying to seduce me."
Draco scoffed. "Think what you may, Hermione."
She ignored him. She wouldn't admit that deep inside of herself she was flattered at Draco's comments and that she secretly thought that maybe some of what he was saying was actually genuine. But then again he probably wasn't capable of saying genuinely nice things like that.
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A/N: That's chapter 2. Please review! I'll give you a... cameraphone... Thanks!
