A/N: Yay! Four reviews for Chapter Two! Not a lot but at least is some! Thanks a lot to everyone who reviewed:
Nova-Janna: Thanks so much! I thought I had updated really slowly, but I guess I didn't! That's a really cool way to think up a penname. I like it. It's a pretty key part of the story that Hermione's a virgin, so I hope you don't mind too much. Keep up the great reviews!
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Chapter Three
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That evening, Pansy took it upon herself to watch Ginny's little flying lesson. She crept outside to the Quidditch pitch and hid in the stands, watching them flirt uncontrollably. She wanted to throw up.
When she had her fair share, she made her way back to the Slytherin dungeons. As she walked briskly through the grass as the sun began to set, she thought to herself. She though about Harry's love letters and how unbelievably ridiculous they were. Who actually sent love letters? Then her mind drifted onto Draco and she wondered how he was doing. She hoped to Merlin that he hadn't fucked the whore yet. She wanted that bloody broomstick and she wanted it bad.
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Draco waited until the next afternoon before he initiated part two of his scheme. He finally found Hermione alone after prowling the halls in search of her by herself for hours. Or at least it felt like hours.
He caught her doing research in the back of the library where it was practically empty, not to mention it was just about time for dinner and all the hungry students had headed downstairs already.
"Hi, Hermione," he said, popping up next to her.
She looked up from her book and was surprised to see him. "Hi, Malfoy," she grumbled.
"Look, I was wondering... Do you maybe want to… Er-" He paused for a second, trying to play up the nervousness act. He licked his lips and scratched his head. Hermione looked concerned. She knew what was coming. "Do you want to hang out some time?" he finally managed to voice.
Hermione's eyes bugged out of her head and she looked as though she might fall over. "What?" she responded. Then realizing what just came out of her mouth and his mouth, she began to laugh hysterically. She dropped the book she was holding onto the floor with a loud "thud" and doubled over, clutching her stomach.
"What's so funny?" he asked, the (fake) anger and embarrassment rising up in his system.
Hermione regained her composure and stood up, grabbing her book along the way. This time her face was a bit more serious. "How can you honestly think that I would ever go out with you, or that I would even believe what you're asking me? You're insane. After all that you've put me through. After what you did to Lavender." She shook her head and walked away, being sure to bump into his shoulder along the way.
What? What did he do to Lavender? He caught up with Hermione and voiced his question to her. This time he was actually being genuine.
She stared at him with utter disbelief spilled all over her face. "Are you kidding me?" She paused when Draco's face stayed blank. "Do you honestly think that I'm that stupid? That I'm really stupid enough to believe that you don't know what you did to Lavender?"
"I didn't do anything to Lavender," Draco said truthfully. "I'm serious. What do you think I did and who is telling you this?"
Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes, looking away. After a moment she stared back at him. "To put it simply, you forced yourself on her. And what does it matter who told me? You still did it." She turned and walked off, not looking back, and quietly exiting the library.
Draco could not believe that there were rumors going around that he raped someone. He had sex with lots of people but honestly, it was all very voluntary.
Fortunately for him he knew exactly who started these rumors.
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Pansy was laying skankily on her bed, as usual.
"How's your conquest going?" she asked. She didn't look up from her nail-filing job.
Draco threw himself down on the end of the bed. "There seems to be a little rumor going around that I had sex with an involuntary Lavender Brown."
Pansy raised an eyebrow and looked up at him through eyelashes coated in layers of mascara. "Excuse me?"
Draco nodded, embarrassed, and stood up. "Hermione informed me of this when I attempted to ask her out on a date today."
This time it was Pansy's turn to burst into laughter. "You got turned down by Granger the Mudblood? That's ridiculous!"
"Yeah, well you still got dumped for a Weasel," Draco retorted.
"Ouch."
"Anyway, it's obvious who started these rumors," Draco stated, sitting back down again. "Ronald Weasley. He hates me with a burning passion – probably even more than Potty does – and he obviously blabbed it over to Hermione. It's all very simple."
Pansy nodded and continued filing her nails to a point. "So are you going to seek revenge?"
"Most definitely." Draco stood up and loosened the tie he was required to wear as Head Boy. He started toward the door. "I'm going to bang his sister." He left.
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Unfortunately for her, Pansy's plan didn't really feel to her like it was working so fantastically well. She decided, with some inspiration from Draco's new mission, that she wasn't only going to get Ginny to sleep with The Boy Who Lived, but any other male who got tight in the pants at the sight of the female gender. Which surprisingly enough turned out to be fewer boys than Pansy thought. But we'll get to that later.
The next day she met with her for their normal meeting.
"So, Ginny, how are things going?" she asked, pretending they were super close girlfriends who could tell each other EVERYTHING.
Ginny bit her lip and grinned. "Super good," she admitted quietly.
Pansy squealed. "You guys are meant for each other!" she gushed.
Ginny blushed. "I hope so. I really like him."
Pansy waited a minute before making her next proposal. "Do you want to make Harry really happy?" she asked.
Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "Of course."
"Well then I advise you to sleep with as many people as possible." This statement would also help her to get Ginny in bed with Draco.
Ginny was taken aback. Her jaw dropped. "What? That would make me... Slutty!"
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Come on, Ginny. Face it," she said, "this is what everyone does in their spare time. Why do you think all the girls in your dorm come home late every night? Because they're out sleeping with other boys."
"Are you serious?" Ginny whispered, completely stunned.
Pansy nodded slowly.
"Gosh!"
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Meanwhile, over on another side of the library, Draco was explaining to his friend Ernie Macmillan- the separations and rivalries between houses almost disintegrated once you reached about your sixth year- the rumor about his supposed adventure with Lavender.
Ernie chuckled. "That's insane. I can't believe I haven't heard that one before," he said.
Draco rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "Now I have to get revenge on this stupid Weasel."
"What are you going to do?"
"Sleep with Ginny."
Ernie burst into hysterics. "That's perfect!" he cried, raising his hand to slap it against Draco's. He suddenly stopped as he got ready to tell Draco about another perfect way to get back at Ron. "But there's something else."
"What is it?"
"No one really knows this," Ernie started, "but our man Weasel is a fudge packer."
"You're kidding me." Draco could not believe what he just heard.
Ernie started laughing again and shook his head. "He comes by my dorm every few weeks or so and comes groveling for a little on-the-knee action, if you know what I mean," he described between gasps of laughter. Ernie was openly gay.
"Tonight at midnight, make sure he's there."
"Yesiree," Ernie agreed. "Password's 'Magical Me'."
Draco paused in his exit.
"Don't ask."
He nodded and left.
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"It's perfect. Absolutely one-hundred-percent perfect. Amazing, in fact."
"What?"
"Our Weasel is a furry rainbow little Weasel."
"Are you saying...?"
"Yes. Ron Weasley is gay. Homosexual. Fudge packing. Cum-chugging. A fag. Whatever you want to call him."
"Holy shit." Pansy was as shocked as Draco had been. They were in his room this time. "I can't believe I didn't even realize it! So is there a little change of plans now that we know his dirty little secret?"
"I'm going to blackmail him into putting a good word in for me, and then piss the shit out of him, to put it simply," Draco explained calmly.
"Wait, are you still fucking Ginny?"
"But of course." Draco checked the time on a nice, big, gold pocket watch he had swiped from a fifth-year a month ago. "It is time. I must go. Farewell, my fair Pansy."
"Buh-bye."
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Draco reached the Hufflepuff dormitories in a matter of minutes. He was soon waiting right outside the door to the seventh year boys' dorms. He could hear the antics going on inside from his spot in the hallway.
Draco had a nice little magically altered Polaroid camera ready for action. This would be even better because it would be moving. He popped into the room, snapped a few shots, and scared the shit out of the poor little Weasel.
"What the hell!" he cried. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Ernie just sat there smugly, putting on his underwear.
"Christ almighty. What the bloody hell!" Ron screamed.
"Chill out," Draco said calmly. "I'm simply getting a bit of revenge."
"Revenge? Revenge?" Ron was twitching now. "Revenge for what?"
"Spreading rumors about me. I've experienced it before, but never quite so severe."
"Oh, fuck me." Ron leaned back into Ernie's pillows, covering his face. He made sure he was covered down there as well.
"Gladly," Ernie responded.
"Anyway, if you don't shut that puppy up, these nice little moving pictures just might have to make their way around the school," Draco explained, shaking the photos so they would develop.
"Oh my God!" the Weasel's muffled voice said from beneath pillows and blankets.
Ernie stifled a laugh.
"Look, Ron, all you have to do is tell Hermione Granger I'm the sweetest soul you've ever met, and all will be well once again," Draco stated.
Ron sat up. "Fine," he grumbled. He put his head in his hands. "I can't believe this." He looked up. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Not if I become the nicest man in the school in a matter of days," Draco responded.
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A/N: That was long. But I'm trying to update faster! Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks so much!
