A/N: Two reviews! Oh well… I don't really care. I mean I do, but I'm going to shut up because now I'm babbling…
Nova-Janna: Yay! You thought people were in character… Haha I was afraid everyone was going to review this story accusing me of being too OOC. The pictures are just of… er… Ron and Ernie having sex. Lmao.
Alenor: Yes, Ginny is an idiot to begin with so it was easy to brainwash her. Haha. Thanks so much for your review!
Okay, we're ignoring Book 6, to let you know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the translation of Cruel Intentions to Harry Potter.
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"I need to talk to you," Ginny commanded Pansy, an extremely serious expression molded into her face. She found Pansy in a second floor corridor during Break the next day.
"Okay…" Pansy agreed, walking with her distressed "friend" to the library. "What's wrong?" She feigned concern.
"Wait until we reach the library." She sniffed.
They made their way to their usual spot on the back once they reached the spacious room.
"It's about Draco," Ginny said, the serious expression still across her face. Her eyes got glossy.
"What happened?" Pansy asked, putting her hand on Ginny's arm.
"I followed your advice."
"What advice?"
"To sleep with as many people as possible." She sniffled again.
There was a pause. Then Pansy spoke, "Did you sleep with Draco?"
"Yes! Duh!" Ginny's sadness seemed to disappear.
Pansy worked hard to stifle a laugh. "Well… What… was it like?"
Ginny sat back in her seat and stared at the ceiling as she thought and chewed the inside of her lip. "It was very… different."
"Different?" was Pansy's response. She would choose many adjectives to describe sex, but "different" was most certainly not one.
Ginny nodded. "Mmmhmm."
"Well, was it okay?" she asked almost cautiously.
Ginny thought again, this time drumming her fingertips on the table. "At first it was sort of weird feeling and awkward, but I mean, he's so hot so, like, that went away, I guess. Then it started feeling really good and then suddenly there was like – "
Pansy didn't need the gruesome details. "You had an orgasm," she explained flatly.
"A what?"
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That afternoon, he found her in the library.
"Hi." Draco sat down at the chair across from Hermione's at the small table she was working at.
"Hi," she said vaguely, not looking up from the essay she was writing.
"What are you doing?" he questioned, attempting to make conversation.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," she replied. After a beat she asked, "Did you find your coat?"
"Wh – oh, yeah, I think so…" He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"That was a nice excuse." She wasn't smiling.
"What?"
She looked up. "You know what I'm talking about." His face was blank. "The coat was a nice excuse, but unfortunately, I'm not that dumb."
"Her – "
"Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but just cut it out, alright?" she stated unhappily, packing up her work. "Enough is enough." She stood up to leave.
"Why can't I win with you?" he asked.
She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around slowly, making hesitant eye contact with his fierce steel eyes. "What?" she breathed.
"Hermione I – I…" He trailed off, trying to control the slight burning in his cheeks by clenching his teeth very tightly together. He looked at the ground and picked at his fingernail.
"What?" she repeated. After less than a second's wait, she turned on her heel and left, saying, "I give up…"
"Fuck!" he cursed to himself.
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"I heard about your little shenanigans with Ginny last night," Pansy told Draco when he entered the Slytherin Common Room an hour later.
Draco forced a small laugh.
"She won't shut up about it." Pansy rolled her eyes.
Draco sat down across from her at the table. "That's to be expected."
Pansy shrugged. "So how are things going?" she asked.
Draco shrugged and started pacing around the room.
She didn't respond at first. She noticed his movements and became curious. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," he muttered.
"…Is she actually getting to you?" she asked completely incredulously. "Could you actually be falling for a Mudblood? Oooh, wait until I tell your father – "
"Shut up," Draco growled, stopping his pacing to face her. "I'm not falling for her, you imbecile." With that he left and ran up to his dormitory.
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Draco wanted to be by himself the next night, so he went to the Prefect's Common Room, where he knew no one would be. It was boring in there. He sat by himself, staring into the depths of the fireplace filled with orange flames licking the insides of the chimney. It reminded him of something –
"Stop the dirty thoughts, Draco," he said quietly to himself aloud. Instantly Hermione popped into his head. He shook it. No. He wasn't thinking about her.
As though on cue, she entered the Common Room. She looked surprised to see him. "I didn't expect you to be in here," she stated.
He glanced over the top of his chair at her and back to the fire without responding. They sat in silence for several minutes. He didn't know what she was doing at the other end of the room behind him. He didn't hear any movement. Suddenly she was on his lap, their faces were just inches apart.
"Hermione, what are you -?" He was severely taken aback.
Suddenly she started kissing him very passionately, pressing her body against his. He didn't even notice her casually rolling up his left sleeve. When it was revealed she unsuctioned her face from his and stared down at his exposed forearm. The Dark Mark.
"I knew it." She got up and left.
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He hated himself. He hated his family. He hated his master. He was taking over his father's position – it wasn't as though he had a choice! But why should he care what Granger the Mudblood thinks of him?
Because he –
Because he didn't want to give up his broom to Pansy. He'd much rather sleep with her.
For the next week he watched her from afar. He wasn't stalking her; he just wasn't approaching and speaking to her. That Thursday, he was looking at her having a ball sitting with her friends over at the Gryffindor table. Could Pansy possibly be right? Could he actually be falling for this girl…?
He mentally slapped himself. No, he was not. He just didn't want to lose his broomstick over a petty little bet like this. "Get it together…" he told himself. He looked away for a minute and then back at her. She caught his eyes and stared into them with pure hatred for just a few seconds, and then ripped her gaze away.
"Hello? Draco?"
"Huh?" He turned to his right, where a curious Theodore Nott was sitting.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked rudely. "You don't talk anymore."
Draco forced a laugh. "It's nothing. …Just a lot of work, that's all." "Wow, great excuse, Draco…"
That evening he found her once again in the Prefects' Common Room. He couldn't help but wonder why she was never with her usual group of Potty, Weasel, and even the girl Weasel. He decided not to complain of her lack of entourage and sat down across from her at her table.
"Go away," she said, before anything could come out of his mouth.
"I don't understand you, Hermione," he responded, the emotion clear in his voice.
This scared her. She didn't know Malfoy was that good of an actor.
"You say you're waiting for love – all this shit about love," he continued angrily, "and here I am. I think I'm falling in love with you, Hermione. So why do you do this to me? To yourself?"
She looked up at him, her face unreadable. "You're Draco Malfoy – "
He tore back his sleeve and pointed to the Dark Mark tattooed permanently into his skin. "You think I had a choice with this?" he asked incredulously. "You think I wanted to do this? What you've never been able to understand is that I have never wanted to join in the ranks of my parents. It has never been appealing to me. I don't want to be a Death Eater, I don't want to have a master, I don't want to have to bow down to Lord Voldemort every waking day of my life." She was surprised to hear him say his name so unflinchingly. "It's not easy. It's not a fun, exciting adventure like your life is every year. Mine is hell. And right now, you're the only thing that can make it better."
Even he was taken aback by his last sentence. "…What am I saying…?" he thought. Hermione looked uncomfortable. She'd never been in a situation like this, let alone with Draco Malfoy. She slid her books into her bag and stood up.
"I don't want to do something that I'm going to regret." She slung her bag over her shoulder and left silently.
"Oh my God," Draco said to himself when she had clearly left, resting his head in his arms upon the table. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" He sat up again and looked down at the tattoo on his arm. He traced the snake into the skull's mouth lightly with his middle finger. He wasn't at all pleased with his so-called "confession" to Hermione. Part of what he said was truthful, but part of it was slightly exaggerated. Or was it? All he knew was that he was determined to win this bet and what should he care if he hurts a little Mudblood along the way?
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Hermione was shaking by the time she reached the Gryffindor Common Room. She had no idea how to react to Draco's speech. She didn't know if it was genuine or real in any way – it certainly was convincing, but then again he could secretly be a brilliant actor. She flung herself down upon a chair in the Common Room and stared into the fire. Outside the stars were shimmering through the tall glass windows of Gryffindor Tower. She tried to control her trembling body. She breathed heavily.
She wasn't about to deny that she was physically attracted to Draco Malfoy, because she certainly was. But she wasn't about to run off and jump him just like that. She had only kissed him the other day because that was the first thing that came to her mind where she could get access to his forearm. What she had seen scared her.
But what if he had been telling the truth? What if he really didn't have a cold heart; he just made fun of her and made her and her friends' lives a living hell for seven years because it was in his nature. He was just being an obnoxious teenager. She didn't know what to think. There was a whirlwind of thoughts spinning through her brain that she just couldn't comprehend.
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For the next week, Ginny continued sleeping around. Mostly with Malfoy, because he would sleep with anything that had a hole in it (A/N: I'm sorry, but I can't believe how dirty that line is), but occasionally with other random boys that would sleep with her such as Colin Creevey, Dean Thomas, Michael Corner, and of course, her "boyfriend" Blaise Zabini. But she had yet to reach Harry. She wanted to make sure that she was completely prepared and an expert in the sack before she did anything with him.
Ginny and Pansy met in the back of the library the Friday of the week after Hermione and Draco's last encounter with each other.
"So, how has your mission been going?" Pansy questioned, a grin spread across her squishy face.
Ginny smiled in return. "Great! I've been sleeping with a lot of people, and I think I'm getting better!"
"See! I told you this would work," Pansy replied. She couldn't believe how stupid this girl was.
Ginny's smile broadened. That evening, after she finished her escapade with Draco, she sat next to him on the bed where she had first slept with him.
"How was I?" she asked childishly, in her very stupid attempt to sound sexy.
"You were fine." Draco was writing in a small book, scratching his quill along ferociously.
She tossed the book aside and sat on his lap. "Want to do it again?" Once more, in her "sexy" voice.
He pushed her off of him and onto the floor. "No thanks," he responded unemotionally. He got up and picked the book off the floor. "I'm going to go back to my dormitory." He headed for the door.
"Well, fine," said Ginny, offended. "Don't come back crawling for more and expect me to bang you again, because I wo – "
Her voice was cut off by him slamming the door shut and leaving the room.
"God," she said to herself, "how rude…"
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The next night, Draco decided to take a stroll outside way after he was supposed to be in bed. He needed the icy chill of the air to help calm him down and he needed to breath. It felt like ice water was filling his lungs, but it was soothing, in a way. He sat down under a tree, facing away from the castle. He felt concealed for the most part from the eyes of any angry teacher.
Someone suddenly sat down next to him in the freezing shade.
"I saw you from a window in Gryffindor Tower."
Hermione.
He jumped at the sound of her voice. He turned his head and looked at her. She looked back. Slowly she leaned in and kissed him lightly on his lips and then pulled back.
"Screw my morals," she said.
He pulled her closer toward him and kissed her more passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, pulling her more closely to his body. Her tongue touched his and he twitched back into reality. He pulled away from her. Their noses were touching. Hers was red and chilly.
"I can't do this," he said, standing up without looking her in the eye. Without waiting for her response he crunched back through the frozen grass and up to the school.
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A/N: Hermione and Draco look at each other a lot. I'm starting to vary just slightly from following the exact script of Cruel Intentions, because they stop having a lot of stuff with Cecile, Ginny's character, for a while and I needed to add more of that in. Also, they never quite mention what ends up happening between Cecile and her boyfriend (Blaise's character), and I'll probably add something of that in. And I know I'm writing a lot of this out of order, incase anyone is concerned… I know this story isn't so popular, but I appreciate every review I get GREATLY! I'll give you an Orlando Bloom calendar if you review!
