A/N: Yay I got some reviews! Lol that makes me happy. Especially when I just got back from a camp I did not enjoy very much.

Nova-Janna: I'm sorry for the fluffiness. It might stay that way for a bit, but please bear with me and continue to review! I promise I'll try and not make the fluff too heavy, and that there won't be as much of it. I've never read 15/Love. I'm glad you liked that part, though!

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Sad Girl: Thanks for your review! I'm really glad that you like my story. It's based off of the movie Cruel Intentions, so you can sort of tell what's going to happen in it. Although I might make the ending a bit different. If you haven't seen Cruel Intentions you really should because it's a really good movie. Anyway, thanks so much for your review. It made me happy and I'm really glad that you enjoyed this story. Yes, there is more to tell!

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Disclaimer: I only own the translation from Harry Potter to Cruel Intentions.

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That night he slept in the Head Boy and Girls' dormitory, by himself. He needed time alone. He didn't understand what he was feeling or what was going on in his mind. He just needed to rest. It took him a while to fall asleep that night, so he thought. He thought about a lot of things. He thought about Hermione. He thought about Pansy. He thought about the bet. He even thought about Harry, Ron, and Ginny. He though about the tattoo on his arm. He thought about his master and his family. He thought about his father, locked away in Azkaban. He thought about it all.

The next morning he woke up, thankful that it was the weekend. He got dressed and headed downstairs. First he checked the Dining Hall, but breakfast was almost over and only a few students were finishing up their meals. Then he checked the library, surprised that she wasn't there. He assumed that that meant she was probably in her dormitory, which pissed him off. He needed to see her.

He wandered around the school without any luck for the rest of the morning and afternoon. It wasn't until after dinner that he finally found Ron by himself, wandering through a fourth floor corridor.

"Where is she?" he asked.

He jumped. "W-who?"

"Hermione, you prat," he stated menacingly, cornering him against a wall.

Ron shrugged, his eyes darting around the hallway.

"I'm not stupid," Draco said. "I know you know where she is, and if you don't tell me, the whole school is going to know about your dirty little secret within the next sixty seconds."

Ron hesitated before seeing the malicious glint in Draco's eye. "Fine!" he shouted. "She's outside," he lowered his voice from his loud tone, "sitting under some tree near the forest."

Draco stepped back and walked briskly away, heading downstairs and outside into the chilly night air to find her. She was sitting beneath the same tree that they had sat under just the night before. He shivered without the warmth of his jacket. He sat down next to her. She gasped quietly at his presence. She looked as though she might have been crying.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking at her.

She gazed into the forest and sighed. She turned to look at him and smiled crookedly.

Without waiting for her to respond verbally he kissed her. She didn't pull away; she pulled herself into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned against the tree. A few seconds later he parted his face from hers.

"The portrait of Sir Heathcliffe of Kensington," he said. "Password is 'chocolate pudding'." With that he stood up and walked back into the castle.

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Draco woke up the next morning to find Hermione happily sleeping on his chest. The previous night had been one of the best in a while, which was odd to think of. But he didn't care. He had completely forgotten about the whole entire bet and everything that was going on in his life. It didn't matter anymore.

He looked down at her head resting gently on him. He lightly touched the top of her brown hair, as though afraid to wake her. He then slowly slid out from beneath her and out of the bed. He pulled his clothes on from their place beside the bed and looked back at her. Suddenly, as though on cue, her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him.

"Good morning," he said.

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Just an hour later, Draco happily entered the Slytherin Common Room, and just an hour after that he left again and stood outside the Head Boy and Girls' dormitory. He pressed his ear against the painting of Sir Heathcliffe and could hear very vividly what was going on behind it.

"Lower, lower!" someone shouted. "Ooh – stop! Perfect… Uhh…"

"Oh, my," Draco said to himself. "Chocolate pudding." The portrait swung open and Draco stepped inside to find Harry and Pansy under the covers, with almost all of Pansy's body sticking out and just barely the top of Harry's unkempt head. She had a shirt on, but no pants, and luckily, Draco couldn't see anything from his angle. Harry was blocking it.

"Oh, goodness me!" Draco cried sarcastically, throwing a hand over his mouth. "Did I interrupt something? Sorry!" He made as though he were looking away.

"Shit!" Harry cried, leaping off the bed and taking a sheet with him, leaving a half-naked Pansy to pull her underwear back on with a smirk spread across her face. After he threw his pants and shirt on, he sprinted out the portrait.

"Tell Ginny I say 'Hi'!" Draco called after him.

All he got in response was Harry's middle finger.

"So, how are things? You haven't come back to the dorm the past two nights," Pansy said.

Draco smiled.

"Did you sleep with her?"

"Yes."

"Hah," said Pansy. She walked across the room and stood right in front of him, pressing her body against his. She grabbed his butt. "So, want to go at it now?" She let go. "Or later?"

He gently pushed her away from him. "Later."

She frowned. "Fine." A few seconds later she asked, "How about now?"

"Pansy, I don't want to have sex with you right now," he said.

Her frown changed into a look of pure confusion and disbelief. "Why not?"

He sighed. "I-I don't know. Just not right now, okay?"

She put her hands on her hips. "You're a disgrace," she retorted. "You're too in love with her, aren't you? You're in love with a Mudblood for God's sake, Draco! A motherfucking Muggle-born! What have you gotten yourself into, Draco? How is your family going to react!"

"I don't care what my family thinks, Pansy!" he shouted. "Have you not noticed that? I don't care about my family, and I'm not going to tell them. If you are, then good for you! I don't give a shit what my father thinks, I don't give a shit what my mother thinks, and I don't give a shit what Voldemort thinks!"

She flinched at the mention of his name. "You're disgusting," she replied, lowering her voice. "I'm ashamed to be in the same room as you. Look what she's turned you into. You're so fucking full of shit. Do you like being 'in love'? Do you like what it's done to you? You should be running off right now to break up with that bitch. You're doing more harm to yourself than you've ever done fucking anyone else. You should care what people think; you're going to be cast off into the world, thrown out by your family. Every pureblood out there will turn their back on you, and at least I can say that I tried to save you. I tried to save you from what you were about to become."

Draco did nothing but stand there. He could hear himself breathing and his heart beating. He stared at her and she stared straight back at him. He didn't know what to do. So he left.

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She was in the library, doing her homework, as usual. Draco approached the table at which she was seated.

"Hey," she said, smiling broadly. She pulled his head down and kissed him.

He sat down across from her at the table, a blank expression written across his face. "I don't really think this is working," he stated unemotionally.

"What?" she breathed incredulously, the shock pulsing through her veins.

"This relationship. It's not working. It's just a waste of our time."

"What?"

"Please stop saying that. I don't think this is working. It's just hurting both of our reputations and making both of our lives harder than they already are. I'm a fucked up person with a fucked up life and you don't deserve me."

She had to stop herself from saying "what" once more.

"So, goodbye, Hermione." He stood up and left the library without another word.

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"So how did it go?" Pansy asked from her spot at the center of a couch in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room.

Draco stood off to the side in between the two couches. "Fine," he said.

"Did you break her poor, angelic little heart?" Pansy questioned.

"Yes." Draco smirked.

There was a pause. Draco stared off into the distance and Pansy stared at him.

"You're so stupid," she said.

He snapped into reality and turned to look at her. "What?"

"You're such an idiot. Can't you see what I've done to you?"

"No…"

She stood up and approached him. "You were – probably are, actually – in love with the bitch, and you were too stupid to listen to it," Pansy explained. "You listened to me babble on about nothing, and then you went off and broke up with her just to appease me and your family and your master, which you spend so much time preaching about how much you hate and want to disobey. She was the first person you've ever loved, and you just threw that all away for me and my little opinions. I've never had any feelings for you, Draco, and having sex with you would probably be a painful experience, but now you've fucked everything up for yourself so you could feel better about yourself in front of your family and me." She paused and scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You're a fucking retard, Draco. And I love how easy you are to manipulate."

"What about my reward?" he asked.

It was her turn to smirk. "You're a traitor and a disgrace," she said. "I don't think so."

He couldn't hold himself back. He slapped her straight across her disgusting face.

She gasped, touching her pink skin tenderly. "Don't you dare hit me ever again," she commanded. She looked as though she was about to hit him so he did the only thing he ever did. He left.

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"Look, I really need to talk to her – please!"

Draco found himself begging Ron; something he never in a million years thought he'd be caught dead doing. But then again, he was a changed person.

"What the hell is your problem?" Ron asked. Without waiting for a response he disappeared down the hall.

"Fuck!" Draco cursed to himself. He needed to talk to Hermione, but he knew he would never be able to. He had messed everything up for himself. Pansy was right for once.

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"Ginny – is-is Hermione in there?" Draco asked desperately that evening, as he stood outside the Fat Lady's portrait. He knew where the entrance to every dormitory was.

Ginny looked at him as though he was some sort of monster. Maybe he was. "Why? What are you going to do if she is?" she asked stupidly.

Draco sighed in frustration. "Just give her this. Please." He handed her a folded piece of parchment.

"Fine," she said.

"Please. It's extremely important," he emphasized.

"Okay." She mumbled the password and climbed through the portrait hole.

Draco sighed again and leaned against the wall. What had he done?

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Hermione unfolded the letter hesitantly, not sure what to expect. She didn't know what she would find inside it.

"Dear Hermione," it read. "I hope it is you who is reading this letter and no one else. If it is you, thank you for reading it; it will explain a lot. I know that the damage I've caused you is completely unfixable, and I don't expect you to ever forgive me, but I just want you to know that I've taken the time to explain to you what is going on.

"My whole entire life I've been manipulated and pushed around by Pansy Parkinson. It's partially my fault for listening to her, but she's a coldhearted bitch and nothing more. It's because of her that I ended our relationship and pushed away the first person I ever loved. It was also because of her that I understood what I had done; she was the one who told me. My whole entire life I've listened to her and done what she's told me to do. I may not have realized it until now, but I was under her control. I don't want to put the blame completely on her, because I've made a lot of my own decisions as well.

"The only time in my life when I've ever been truly, completely happy is the small time I was able to spend with you. I know that sounds tacky and corny and stupid, but it's the truth. And that's what I want to tell you; the truth.

"There is nothing more that I can say to you. I've told you the truth about my fucked up life and my fucked up mind. The only person who can make the decision about whether or not you can forgive me is you, so I won't bother you anymore. Once more, thank you for reading this.

"Love, Draco."

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"Harry! I'm so happy I found you!" Pansy cried upon seeing him in a second floor corridor.

"What's wrong, Pansy?" Harry asked, concerned.

"It's Draco," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "He's gone mad. He hit me and before that he slept with Ginny – I – oh, I just don't know what to do!"

"He slept with Ginny?" Harry repeated. "And he hit you?"

She nodded tearfully.

"I'll be back."

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A/N: I have no idea what "Sir Heathcliffe of Kensington" even means, lol. I'm really bad at making up entrances and things. And passwords. And I had to stop myself after "Good morning" because I myself was getting a little nauseous at the fluffiness of the story. But unfortunately, that's how it has to be to follow the movie. Anyway, please review. If you do I'll give you a Powerpuff Girls pencil case. And if you don't want that, which you probably won't, I'll give you an Aqua Teen Hunger Force t-shirt!