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"Tell me again Draco, what the hell were you thinking?" a voice asked from a position on the prince's bed.
The blonde boy rolled his eyes, "Blaise I told you already, Potter asked me and I agreed. Big deal" The pair was up in Draco's room, his dark companion spread out on his soft blankets, watching him as he practiced his wand movements for a particularly hard spell in Defence Against Dark Arts class.
"Well I don't know you could've always told him to sod off." Zabini retorted sarcastically. "It is Potter you know. Unless this is all just some cheap way to get out of finding a girlfriend for yourself, like your Father wanted."
He gritted his teeth, "No moron, you think I bloody well expected Mr Perfect to ask me to do his best friend." Blaise released a seemingly bored sigh, and he continued "Anyway, this could be the best chance I've got of breaking that sickening trio up." He frowned as he made yet another mistake with his wand. 'Merlin he hated it when he could see Zabini's point of view, agreeing to the bet was reckless and Father would not be pleased. Then there's the fact that he couldn't stand the know-it-all bookworm. What was I thinking?' Pulling his thin wand to the left he realised he'd repeated the same mistake again, it was meant to be to the right not the fcking left. Aggravated he chucked his wand at the nearby chair, better to practice when he was in a better mood.
Blaise had been watching his childish temper tantrum, and calmly moved over to make room for the seeker as he sat down on the edge of the mattress. "You could always cancel it." The blue eyed boy said coolly, causing Draco to scowl.
"Like I'd give in to the likes of that so called saviour, Potter." He said vehemently. Draco could sense his companion was getting annoyed with him, but he didn't care, it was his life, let him figure it out.
Zabini smoothed out a crease in his jersey but refrained from commenting on his own opinion, instead agreeing. "Fine, I spose the best thing to do is hurry up and shag her so you can continue on with your life," He smiled suggestively "Shouldn't take you long should it?"
Draco snorted, "She's female, although that can be debated but still even mudbloods get turned on, won't take long at all. A kiss here and there, a few gifts she'll be eating out of my hands." Blaise laughed softly "Good," he murmured. Standing he walked to the door bending down and fluidly picking up the prefects wand from where it had bounced off the leather chair it'd unfortunately been aimed at. Twirling it between his long fingers he then placed it neatly on the top of an expensive dresser. Sending one more smile to the blonde Slytherin he then slipped out the door. Draco dropped back on the bed inwardly groaning, 'Zabini was right better to just get it over and done with.'
In and out, in and out, the older girl chanted to herself. Today was the day the day in which she'd dreaded for the past week. In attempt to calm herself she focused on her breathing, drawing in cool lung fulls, as she pretended to be interested in a parchment in front of her. To any observer they wouldn't see anything abnormal, as Hermione Granger was infamous for her strict schedule of study. Sitting outside underneath one of the large trees of Hogwarts she was positioned with her knees up an old scrapbook resting on top as a backing for her potion's homework.
This of course was the plan Harry, her and Ron had come up with a week and a half ago. Now that the day was here, she was more nervous then she thought she'd ever been in her whole life. In five minutes the Slytherin Quidditch team would be finished with their practice and it would be impossible for them to get back inside without first walking past her form. She couldn't help but be apprehensive, if everything went to plan she would no doubt be snogging that slimy obnoxious Malfoy in just a few moments. She grimaced whilst keeping her eyes locked onto the words below her. The only guy she'd ever kissed had been Victor when they dated a few times at school and last year, not including Ron as they'd only ever kissed twice a sort of spur of the moment thing. Which had never moved anywhere else although she was unsure if she wanted it too. But Malfoy the oh wonderful pureblood prat, she didn't want to touch him with a 10 ft pole, let alone have a make out session with him. She huffed angrily, why was it her? Why oh why did she a muggle witch who was totally not interested nor inclined in chasing after males especially not the ferret. Have to not only seduce but also make him fall in love with her. Life just was so unfair. Hopefully everything would go fine, of course he wasn't going to get what he wanted and to make it better the whole basis of their plan was to have her cold shoulder him 24/7.
Most girls would die to be in this position, but she could just never understand what was meant to be so appealing about the stuck up wizard. He was cruel, childish from her opinion and spoilt. Physically he was as pale as a ghost containing platinum blonde hair that he gelled back often, only occasionally allowing it to fall freely without any additional product. Whilst his skin was totally white not a spot, freckle or blemish ever present on his body. Basically he was everything she didn't want in a guy, who in their right mind would want a cold snobbish man like that. Not only that but he had a chance of being a death eater, instantly any sane person would avoid him. She herself wanted someone who would make her laugh have twinkly eyes and a big smile. She imagined her future husband having crooked teeth, scruffy hair, maybe freckles or earthy coloured locks. Sure little imperfections may be present but that would be what she'd find so endearing about her partner. A nice down to earth muggle or half blood wizard would be just fine.
"Ok, PRACTICE OVER!" a dark haired boy yelled up to the circling brooms above. Already on the grass, Draco watched in boredom as the rest of his team sped down and dismounted. Practice as usual had been as uninteresting as ever, he enjoyed himself more when he trained alone. Not with all these other fools getting in the way. He glanced up at the grey clouds above wondering absently if there was going to be any rain soon. Totally ignoring his team members as they all came and gave their praise and farewells. He was the Slytherin prince and as that it was his job to show the proper conduct of one. As they finally filed out the captain and his closest friend came and joined him.
"Hey Draco, good moves up there," He snorted not even glancing at his companion, unable to even bring himself to answer him. Sure they were 'friends' but he wasn't going to even deign a reply to that, of course he did well he was a MALFOY for merlins sake. Blaise accepted his partner's silence, knowing this was Draco's normal cool façade.
The pair had practically grown up together, well maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. They had only seen each other what was it three… four times a year? He internally shrugged, whatever, all that mattered was that being both from historical bloodlines Lucius had graciously allowed Blaise occasional access to his son. Of course this had been before Hogworts now everything was different, he saw Draco daily. Luckily the pale teenager had deemed him worthy of his time so Blaise was unsurprisingly second in the Slytherin hierarchy.
Draco's eyes flickered across to the male beside him, his thoughts speculative. Blaise had been a companion for what felt a life time their characters true opposites heck even their appearances were utterly different. Draco himself had the appearances of an angel white skin, perfect nails and teeth with eyes that seemed to glow. He smirked, his looks were to kill for and he knew it. Everyone who met him never expected the smart remarks or the calculating intellect he contained. He was a snake in the roses a true deception to the eye. His childlike beauty screamed innocence and many had fallen into the trap of trusting him with unfortunate consequences.
He studied the shadow of himself watching as Blaise dutifully began packing up the beater's sticks and murmuring spells to send boxes back to their rightful places. Blaise indeed was his true opposite, he the light while Blaise the shadow. Unlike himself he had an aurora that compelled people to love him. He had hair as dark as night whilst eyes a bright blue a startling contrast to his olive skin. While he contained perfection not even a hair seeming out of place, Blaise on the other hand seemed to have a natural appearance that seemed dark and mysterious. He had potential and for that reason they had an unwritten bond a partnership that would hold them together until he saw fit.
As if knowing he was being judged the pair's eyes met, a question seeming to be asked across the meters of field. Draco answered it with a roll of the eyes, amused as Blaise instantly grinned giving a mocking bow before turning to leave the quidditch field.
"Oh by the way," he called before he left. Draco raised a brow in question. "Make sure to have fun with the mudblood"
He allowed a dangerous smile to curl his lips "Don't worry, Granger won't know what hit her" Blaise laughed, turning round the corner his velvet cloak fluttering in his wake.
Hermione tried to the best of her ability to seem totally absorbed with her work. The Slytherin team had all passed a few moments ago. Even Blaise eventually had walked past a rather knowing grin pasted across his face. 'Bastard' she thought grumpily. Obviously Malfoy had turned the bet into a spectator sport. Impatiently she tapped her quill against her chin; she didn't have all day to wait around for his highness. She had what half an hour until she was due for a head meeting with Professor McGonanell.
As if on queue she heard the sound of boots crunching against the small rock path as the guy in question headed back to the castle. She held her breath when all sound ceased, fighting to keep all tension out of her figure. Hermione could practically feel his eyes on her as if seizing her up. Suddenly she heard him leave the path the sound of his approach lost in the soft grass.
The honey eyed girl looked up as if startled as his shadow fell across her form, only to frown diverting all attention back to her potions assignment.
"What sort of greeting is that, Granger?" the Slytherin drawled as if insulted.
'Better than you deserve' she thought hotly, but reframed instead glancing back up at him, her expression cool. "You need something Malfoy?" her voice was clipped and polite. Watching as he stiffened before leaning on his new firebolt nonchalantly.
"You of all people should know that it's not polite to answer a question with a question Granger"
Hermione snorted at his patronizing tone, before focusing back on her parchment. "Go away Malfoy, I'm not in the mood." Draco gave a dramatic sigh, before elegantly dropping so he was sitting beside her. His expensive black broom set only a few hand widths away. The Gryffindor's eyes narrowed, deciding to studiously ignore him. He'd only get suspicious if she gave in too easily, she inwardly rolled her eyes, and then again with his ego he'd probably expect her to fall at his feet.
After a few minutes of silence, she felt him move closer leaving barely an inch between them. 'Oh great move' she thought sarcastically. 'I mean honestly are all guys this obvious?' Within a few moments his hands were playing with strands of her hair and she was unable to contain an irritated sigh.
"What's wrong?" he teased. Blowing softly into her ear, causing her to jump. Hermione glared at him, furiously shoving his hands away.
"Can't you see I'm trying to work?" She hissed angrily. Hermione knew she was reacting the wrong way; she would disappoint everyone if she kept this up. But Malfoy was just so… so arrogant.
Draco smiled innocently, forcing her frustration up a notch or two. As she considered doing a repeat of their third year, a hand moved as quick as lightning, yanking out from her lap her old scrapbook. In disbelief she watched as he settled back next to her, stretching out as his hands leisurely flicked through the old book. She felt her cheeks flame, that book-contained sketches she'd made over her years of Hogwarts none of which she'd showed anybody, not even her two best friends Ron and Harry.
The blonde boy raised a fine brow at some of the pictures interest evident, "Not bad Granger, never knew you drew." He commented, his tone impossible to predict whether he was being honest or down right mocking. He tilted his head, a frown forming across his smooth brow as he stopped at a sketch of Harry and Ron in a mock wrestling match, the famous boy for once seeming to be laughing in abandon with his fiery counterpart grinning from ear to ear as he managed to keep him pinned to the ground. Hermione's flush darkened, and she made a grab to regain the object. Quickly the Slytherin shifted it out of reach, leaning slightly away as his long fingers turned the faded pages. His expression growing more intrigued as he went through a range of illustrations from a blushing group of Ravenclaws, to a smiling Snape.
"Give it back!" the enraged girl ordered. Not even glancing her way Draco kept going as if blissfully unaware of the angry Griffindor. In desperation Hermione made a lunge for it, only to be met with an unexpected act. In a split second Malfoy, tossed aside the book, instead wrapping his arms around the unsuspecting girl, who was unable to stop her momentum putting her into a compromising position. Like a true Slytherin, Draco took full advantage his mouth locking over hers in a forceful kiss.
Hermione froze, but within a few moments the reality of the situation kicked in. 'She was being kissed by Malfoy!' Horrified and disgusted at once, she managed to break the liplock, pushing herself away from him. Clenching her fists trying to control her emotions she stared at the ground, desperately fighting to focus on her task and not give in to her violent thoughts of slapping the purebloods insolent face.
She heard a soft laugh, and her head snapped back to the guy in question. Her eyes on the outside appearing unsure and embarrassed, totally opposing the rage that was really burning behind their depths.
Draco leant in, his arm sliding over the small girl's shoulders, his lips forming a suggestive smirk. "Come on Granger, live a little." A shiver ran through her frame, before she reluctantly looked up to meet his gaze. Slightly surprised as she realised for the first time that the eyes in front of her that she always assumed were silver, were flecked with blue.
Revolted with what she knew she had to let happen, she gave what she hoped to be a shy smile. Which in return created an even larger smirk if that was possible on the Slytherin's lips. "It'll be fun," he coaxed softly, as he slowly leant in for another kiss. When his mouth connected this time, she pretended to enjoy it, her hand curling into the front of his emerald quidditch undershirt. Struggling not to pull away in distaste as she forced herself to comply when his tongue slid across her lower lip searching for entrance. After a few minutes of her mouths exploration, Malfoy pulled her against him, his other hand busily loosening her tie.
'Merlin this is sooo gross' Hermione complained bitterly as she felt his mouth travel down to explore the newfound skin. 'Her Hermione Granger was getting it on with a git of major proportions…' before she could expand on the thought she was distracted as she was pushed forcefully onto the grass, extracting a yelp from the startled girl.
Draco only chuckled his hand delving into her chestnut curls as he returned his attentions on the wide-eyed Griffindor's soft lips. At this moment she noticed uncomfortably how large his frame really was to her own, his body dwarfed her. Feeling a little nervous she pushed a little at his chest to create some more room between them. Malfoy stiffened pulling away his eyes shining slightly amused before he purposefully enclosed the little bit of space she'd made, his expression daring her to say something.
She swallowed back a retort, instead snaking her arms around his neck, smiling weakly in apology. At this the blonde boy gave a devilish grin, and Hermione could barely hold her act in place at what happened next. His hands and mouth going into a frenzy as if in the intention to devour her, pushing past her barriers of clothing in moments. Panicking she tried to push away his hands, but he was always ahead of her and she could only gasp as she felt his large hands push up her grey skirt traveling up her bare thighs.
Within moments he'd moved so he rested above her with her legs set on either side of his body. She made a choking sound as she felt the hardness pressed against her. Her brown eyes locked with his, disbelief swimming in her mind, at how fast he was planning on fulfilling the bet. She could see the lust that shone in the silver orbs and a hint of fear settled in her stomach.
"No," she whispered "Its too quick" she explained hurriedly at the frown that formed on his features. Draco snorted, indulging in another kiss. The head girl relaxed slightly but only momentarily, as she discovered that he had no intent to stop his advances. Scared she tried to shove him off to no avail, Draco's experience in the Quidditch team making him more then strong enough. She could feel him trying to remove her underwear 'Merlin no, even he wouldn't go low enough to rape, would he?' she thought horrified.
A low humming filled the air and she watched in fascination as a golden light engulfed the surprised male above her. "What the hell!" he muttered.
Hermione smiled 'Dumbledore's hex.' she thought elated. Draco meanwhile was too busy staring at his now golden body, his eyes wide in shock. She could see the tinge of fear in the orbs; before an invisible force picked him up in the air, his form spinning before being slammed painfully down on the ground a few meters away.
She winced but nether less sat up straightening her clothes. 'He needed a lesson anyway' she thought grumpily, as she pulled her black robe around her more, still remembering the feeling of his hot hands on her skin. Confused she studied Malfoy's form lying spread eagled on the soft grass. 'What in the world am I meant to do now?'
Sighing she got to her feet stepping gingerly over to his side looking down slightly perplexed at the blonde Slytherin below. Malfoy's stared back at her the cold eyes glittering angrily, Hermione rolled her eyes, 'just great, the one person she had to get on the good side of, presently was sending her killer glares.' She frowned 'wonder why he isn't saying anything anyway, I mean he isn't even moving.' She brushed off some grass from her robe, her mind absorbed momentarily in a listing of charms or hexes that could result in this. Huffing, she dropped down next to him frustrated at the wide range, before intelligently shrugging off the need to find out. 'Now is definitely not the time.' She stretched out her legs, wondering what she should do now, 'I have to show I'm still interested I spose,' she grimaced 'ignorant prat, he just had to go too far.' She stared off into the cloudy sky, allowing her mind to roam for answers. Twenty minutes later her decision was made, as disgusted with what she'd come up with she couldn't see another way.
She leant over him watching the curiosity cross frustration reflecting in the silver eyes below. She gave a what she hoped to be flirty smile, her hand settling on his stomach, allowing it to slowly slide up over his chest. 'Merlin if only Ron and Harry knew what I am doing right now' she thought absently as she put her plan into place.
A/N: Well hope you enjoyed the chapter, I know I loved writing it. Now first things first review people I need to know what you think also if you believe I should continue this fic. I've written plenty more on it but yes unsure of my reader's reactions so far. ..grins.. I can only hope you like it, a simple 'keep writing' will at least give me the basis that I'm doing ok.
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