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Previous Chapter:
"Ginny!" she cried out, startling the redhead. "I've got it, I finally got it! "
"Got what?" Ginny asked confused.
"My revenge plan!"
"I'm all ears," Ginny said quickly, ditching her copy of WitchWeekly.
"Ok, so, for some insane reason, Draco Malfoy seems to like me, yes? Well, the plan would be to lead him on and make him think that he can have me and then – BAM – I'll humiliate him publicly just like he did for me!" Hermione explained in one breath, jumping around the room.
"Wait a minute – Draco Malfoy likes you?" Ginny asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, he just kissed me," she answered, sitting herself down on the opposite bed.
"WHAT?" Ginny shouted, springing to her feet.
Oops! Maybe she shouldn't have said it like that. After all, admitting that Malfoy had just kissed her in a serene voice did sound freakish. However, Hermione quickly explained everything in detail to Ginny, who didn't look too happy.
"Something's definitely up," she cautioned her.
"I know, but I'll get him first," Hermione answered still giddy about her brilliant plan.
Ginny seemed even less convinced. "I'm sorry Hermione, but that's the lamest plan I've ever heard. It'll never work and besides, how exactly were you going to humiliate him?"
"Well, I'm not sure yet, but it would definitely involve Malfoy wearing nothing but girl's underwear in a public place," Hermione explained, disappointed by her friend's reaction.
"Oooh, I like the sound of that!" she said, her face suddenly lighting up. "But seriously, don't tell me that took you two months to come up with!"
"Hey, I'm not an evil person at heart," Hermione retorted, putting an innocent face on. "I need time to come up with revenge plans!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Hermione."
"So, will you help me?"she asked, flashing a bright smile. "Please?"
"Ok ok I will, but on one condition."
Hermione raised her eyebrow in interest.
"Promise me that you won't back out." Ginny said with a serious face. "Malfoy is a cold-hearted bastard, who's always treated you like shit. We have to do this and you better remember that when you're making goo-goo eyes at him!"
"Gin, I hate Malfoy!" she exclaimed, emphasising on every word. "Trust me, I can never forget that and he will get what he deserves."
The following week passed by very quickly for Hermione. She was constantly either busy with classes, detention or homework and somehow between them all, she managed to make time for her plan. At the moment, it consisted in catching Malfoy's eye during class and casually flirt with him in the dorms. However, she refused to go any further hoping to drive him crazy by playing hard to get. No one seemed to notice her sudden interest in the Slytherin Prince, especially not her two best friends, who seemed as equally busy with the load of homework and Quidditch practices.
It was finally Friday afternoon and everyone seemed excited as it was also the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. Hermione stood by an empty classroom, waiting impatiently for Ginny to turn up. They had both agreed to meet up to secretly talk about Malfoy.
"Hermione!" Ginny squealed in the corridor, as students headed to their last lesson of the week.
God, talk about discreet! Hoping no one had noticed her friend's outburst, she watched as her red-head friend caught up with her.
"So, has Malfoy asked you out to Hogmeade yet?" she whispered softly, as they walked towards Hermione's next class.
"Not yet," Hermione answered truthfully. "But even if he did, I still have to find a way to get rid of Harry and Ron. If they ever found out - "
"Don't worry about them," Ginny cut in quickly. "Ron's going with the bimbo and Harry asked me to go with him at lunchtime."
Finally! The two of them had been inseparable since the party and it was well past time that Harry asked the sixth-year out.
"That's brilliant Gin!" she cried out, reaching her History of Magic classroom. "Listen, I'll see you at dinner. Let's just hope Malfoy gets some bright ideas before then."
Spotting him walking along the corridor, Ginny winked at her and left.
History of Magic was the same boring subject in a 'kill me now' kinda way. Although Hermione had tried taking notes, as she usually did, her eyelids kept getting heavier and she had to stifle several yawns. On the other hand, Professor Binns was oblivious to everything the students did in his class and therefore she could easily turn to face Malfoy and smile at him. He winked in return and she blushed back in a sweet, innocent manner. She had him in the palm of her hand!
Once class was over, Ron and Harry rushed off to Quidditch practice and Hermione was left alone. She came out of the classroom and noticed Malfoy leaning against the corridor stonewall waiting for her. This was it! He was finally going to ask her out! He smiled at her as she stepped closer to him, but before she could reach him, someone suddenly stopped her.
Oh crap! It was Parkinslut.
"What do you think you're doing with my Drakie?" she shrieked, having caught hold of Hermione's robes. Lord, spare her the bleached-blond jealous ex-girlfriend!
"Let go of me Parkinson," Hermione said annoyed, claiming her arm back.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing!" she continued with her annoying high-pitched voice. "I've seen the way you look at him in class and at mealtimes. Leave him alone, he doesn't like you!"
Hermione wanted to laugh out loud, but instead, she bit her lip and turned expectantly to Malfoy. He didn't say a word!
Bummer, Malfoy didn't seem willing to stick up for her. Fine, then she would deal with the situation by herself. Pansy couldn't prove anything about them, therefore Hermione's only strategy was deny, deny, deny!
"Listen Parkinson, you got it all wrong, I –"
"You thought you could get your filthy hands on my Drakie!" she butt in, crossing her arms over her chest. "But he would never date a Gryffindor and even less a Mudblood. Besides, he's going to Hogsmeade with me, aren't you Drakie?"
Hermione grinded her teeth trying to keep her calm and looked up once more at Malfoy. His face remained expressionless; he didn't seem to care to all! Parkinslut had just insulted her and Malfoy was going to let it slide - bastard! Red in the face with anger, Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Oh don't worry, you can keep Malfoy, Pansy," she spat out, looking into Malfoy's stormy eyes. "I'll find myself a real guy!"
Looking down the corridor, she quickly spotted Blaise and smirked. Brilliant! Exactly who she was looking for! Walking up to the group of Slytherin girls surrounding him, she pushed her way past.
"Blaise!" she exclaimed, smiling at him and ignoring the Slytherin death stares. "Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?"
"Of course," he told her immediately, flashing her a dazzling smile. Ha! Take that Malfoy!
"Great!" she cried out, turning back to smirk at a shocked Malfoy. "I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall then."
Turning on her heels, she walked off down the corridor and back to her dorms.
The next day, Hermione met Blaise as planned and soon after, they were walking side by side to Hogsmeade. She was wearing a pink T-shirt with low-cut jeans and her hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Blaise didn't look too bad himself in designer clothes – well as always, he looked stunning.
"So, what do you want to do?" he asked, looking around the shops with interest.
"Let's go to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, I'm sure you'll like it," she said, taking his hand in his and leading the way.
They had a fun time in Fred and George's shop, although the twins kept tormenting Blaise because he was a Slytherin. Then they headed to Honeydukes and joined the crowd of students, collecting more sweets than they could carry. Blaise bought a couple of Sugar quills and Ton-tongue toffee, whilst Hermione refused to go anywhere near the sweets and preferred to buy some Chocolate frogs. Passing by the Quidditch shops and Gladrags Wizardwear, they eventually decided to go for a drink. Overall, she had quite enjoyed herself and felt comfortable with Blaise. She wouldn't even mind if he tried to be more than a friend to her.
"We could go to Madam Puddifoot's," Blaise pointed out, as they walked down the mainstreet. That small and cramped teashop for couples? No way! Hermione wanted a butterbeer.
"I prefer the Three Broomsticks," she told him quickly, seeing the sign ahead of them.
"As you wish milady," he teased, snaking an arm around her waist.
Hermione was surprised by his gesture, but she went with the flow. After all, this was much better than being with that snotty prick Malfoy!
An hour later, they were sitting in a corner of the pub, chatting vigorously to each other and drinking butterbeers. Hermione had spotted Malfoy with Pansy at another table, but did a great job at ignoring them. She desperately hoped he regretted being with the pug-faced Slytherin rather than her.
"Ok, so let me get this straight," Blaise repeated for the third time, looking quizzical. "You – Hermione Granger – Hogwarts' Head Girl - are flirting with Draco Malfoy, trying to make him like you, so that you can get revenge?"
God, how many times did she have to explain this to him? Hermione nodded in response and he burst out laughing.
"Oh Merlin, I don't believe it!" he exclaimed, downing the rest of his drink.
"What are you laughing at? It's a brilliant plan!" she told him a little hurt. "Malfoy's a horny git, he'll try to shag me and instead I get to humiliate him!"
"You know," Blaise spoke up with a hint of malice as he calmed down. "Draco is my friend, I could warn him about this."
Hermione gulped. Shit! She hadn't thought of that!
"But you won't tell him," she told him, smiling sweetly. "Because otherwise, where's the fun?"
His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "I guess you're right," he answered. "It would be amusing to see Draco in panties and a bra. However –"
Oh not again! Why did everybody only see flaws in her plan?
"If you start playing mind games with Draco," he warned her, leaning back on his chair. "Let me tell you this - he never loses."
"Oh really? Well we'll just have to see about that," Hermione said confidently, sipping her drink.
Blaise shook his head, amused.
"Oh come on Blaise!" she exclaimed, seeing his face. "Malfoy's just an arrogant spoilt child, who needs to learn a lesson. I'm going to make him pay for what he did to me, not only for the train incident, but every other bloody time too. I've never met anybody else who's so mean and horrible as him! For God's sake, why do you Slytherins always have to be like that?"
Blaise chuckled at her words.
"Well, there are so many nice people in this school, I guess we just want to balance it out."
Once they were back at the castle, Hermione say goodbye to Blaise expecting him to lean in and kiss her. She tried not to grin like mad when he did lean in, but instead of a kiss, he whispered something in her ear.
"When you've succeeded in humiliating Draco, come find me, I'll be waiting."
He then kissed her cheek and left for the dungeons. Hermione pouted, not disguising her disappointment. Bummer! She was really looking forward to that kiss. Heading back up to her dorm, she was surprised to see Malfoy sitting on one of the velvet crimson sofas, apparently waiting for her.
"Where were you?" he asked sharply, standing up.
"I was out with Blaise, why?" she answered, putting her bag down.
He crossed his arms over his chest. "You're ten minutes late and as Head Girl, you're supposed to set an example."
Hermione looked back at him, stunned. What stick was up his ass? Malfoy never cared about her duty as Head Girl before- unless - was he jealous? Okay, so Hermione had done everything today to make it so, but apparently it seemed to work. She grinned wildly to herself, her plan was starting to work!
"Well I was having such a good time with Blaise, you see, that I didn't realise what the time was –"
"Remember Granger, Blaise is in Slytherin, as such – he doesn't like you!" he stated, his face remaining passive.
"I wouldn't be so sure Malfoy," she corrected him, sitting herself down on a sofa. "You see Blaise might be a Slytherin, but he's nothing like you. He's nice, sweet, funny, charming and certainly doesn't act like a spoilt child twent-four seven like another Slytherin I know!"
She didn't notice his dark grey eyes flashing in anger. "You see," she continued, taking her cloak off. "Blaise seemed delighted to spend the afternoon with me. He never would have ditched me for Parkinslut and certainly wouldn't have let her insult me!"
By now, Hermione hadn't even realised that she was shouting nor that Malfoy seemed even more furious. "Maybe I didn't say anything yesterday, because Pansy was telling the truth!" he growled, looking down at her with pure contempt.
Hermione leapt to her feet. "Well then, why are you pissing me off with Blaise when clearly, you should go back to your peroxide princess! I'm sure she'll be thrilled to get you back in her bed."
"Maybe I should," he barked at her, glaring with fury. "After all, I had a wonderful time with Pansy!"
Oh yes, wonderful time, her ass!
"Oh, so that's why you were pulling that horrible face at the Three Broomsticks," Hermione hissed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Were you spying on us?" he questioned bitterly, taking a step forward.
"No you self-centred prick," she snapped back, waving her arms around. "It was more like pointing and laughing at you!"
"Oooh, Granger's getting aggressive," he sneered, mocking her. "I should be terrified, but oh no – wait - I'm not!"
Aaargh! That was it! Malfoy hadn't changed one bit! She couldn't stand him or his arrogance andshe wasn't about to take his bullshit any longer. Fuck the plan, Hermione wasn't going to spend any more time near that immature dickhead!
Pushing her way past him, she stormed off to her room. She was so irritated with him that she instinctively grabbed the first book that she saw and threw it in his direction. It flew past Malfoy's head and crashed against the backwall.
"Missed!" he yelled as she slammed her bedroom door shut.
Hehehe! Well I hoped you enjoyed that, because it was fun writing it! Of course, Hermione will continue to seek revenge; the plan is still on!
Review and please check out 'Here Without Me', chapter 4 will be up this week.
Hathor xxx