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Chapter 2. Bad Boy Complex
Hermoine Granger sat down at the Griffindor table and waited along with everyone else for the Sorting Hat to begin.
"So how was the slimy git?" Ron had leaned half-way across the table to as Hermoine the question. Of course she could heard have heard three table away.
"Who? When?" Hermoine frained confusion hoping he would wait until the hat was finished.
"Who? When? Bloody Malfoy that's who! In the Head's compartment!" Ron never could contain his anger.
"Oh, he was his usual Slytherin self." Hermoine really wanted to hear the Sorting Hat's message. She wanted to know how much danger they were going to be in, and how much trouble would follow them. She didn't care the Riddle was gone; the bastard always had a knack for reappearing.
"Did he call you any names? Did he try anything with you?"
"What? No." Hermoine thought back to earlier on the train. He hasn't called her any names, and hadn't done anything to provoke her. "No he didn't call me any names, or provoke me in any way. He's up to something." Hermoine again thought back through the conversation to see if he had dropped any hints as to what he was planning. Oh course he didn't, the Slytherin in him wouldn't let him.
"How can you tell?" Harry knew her better than Ron did and knew what questions to ask.
"What's he planning?"
"Ronald, if I knew I would have told you already. I know he's up to something because of the way he was acting."
"Makes sense." Ginny said handing Hermoine a piece of parchment with a not written on it.
Attention all Girls:
Every Friday night go to the Room of Requirement with a strand of hair from the person you desire, and some money, and enjoy the surprise.
Ginny was watching Hermoine for her reaction, and she didn't have to wait long.
"This is it!" Hermoine looked at Ron and Harry to make sure they weren't paying attention. Honestly, how much could two people talk about Quidditch? "This is what Malfoy was planning-is planning! He's behind this somehow."
"Mya, why would Draco Malfoy, Slytherine Sex God, do something like this? He can get laid by whoever he wants! Whenever he wants!" Hermoine processes the information and quickly found the answer in the advertisement itself.
"Because now he's going to get paid to have sex."
"Okay, but why would he want to be someone else?"
"Because it gives him a chance to have sex with any girl, and to know who girls really desire." Ginny grinned enjoying the debate they had going.
"Why would he subject himself to half bloods and muggleborns? No offense, but this is Malfoy we're talking about."
"I never said he was working alone. I just said that he was behind this."
"Why would he use enchanted paper airplanes? They're so muggle. Again, no offense. He could have just used an owl."
"None taken. Good point."
"Thank you."
"He wants to divert attention to someone else. Ginny, I just know he's behind this." Hermoine looked into her pumpkin juice as she swirled the contents around.
"I believe you, Mya; I was throwing up roadblocks for you to prove it in every way." Hermoine smiled.
"So, whose hair are you going to use?" It was Hermione's turn to watch for a reaction.
"What makes you think that I thought about going?" Hermoine raised her eyebrow.
"Gin, I know you better than that." Ginny sighed.
"Blaise Zabani. He's probably behind this too, but he's just so sexy and smart, but evil at the same time." Ginny looked as if she just realized what she said and to whom. "Oh my Merlin, Hermoine don't be mad! Please don't be mad?" Hermoine just laughed.
"How can I get mad when I feel the same way?" Hermoine glance at the Slytherin table briefly before turning back to Ginny. "It's the Bad Boy Complex." Ginny smiled knowingly.
"That boy was made for sex."
"So was yours!" Both girls laughed and began talking of their summer.
Draco sat down at the Slytherin table next to Blaise and watched the girls' reactions around the room. Everything was going to plan. The Sorting Hat began its song and Draco's attention flickered to the Griffindor table. He only meant to glance but they were so entertaining.
"Blaise." Draco inclined his head. As they watched, Weasel and Potter would ask Head Girl a question, she would turn to reply, and then as soon as her attention was focused on the Sorting Hat, one of them would ask another question. Finally the song was over but the fun just began.
"Wonder what they're discussing." Draco wondered too, whatever it was though, it had Head Girl riled up.
"She looks annoyed. What do Weasel and Boy Wonder think they're doing taking over my job of annoying, frustration, and otherwise torturing Head Girls?" Blaise grinned at Draco's question.
"I dunno what could be going on inside the Weasel's mind. Hey, that was very Slytherin. Maybe she could sorted into the wrong house." Draco had seen the passage of the note from Weaslette to Head Girl. He had to admit that it was good.
"You wish."
"So do you." Draco raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement.
"Uh-oh." Draco had not planned on this.
"She wouldn't."
"She would."
"She couldn't."
"She could."
"She won't."
"She won't." Draco agreed. The boys exchanged look. For a second both thought she was going to tell Dumbledoor. Draco looked at her again and barely contained a curse.
"She knows. I don't know how but she knows." Blaise looked from Hermoine to Draco and back again.
"You're mad. How could she possible know?"
"I don't know. She does though."
"You need to calm down. There's no way she knows. No way." Draco prayed Blaise was right but he was wrong, and deep down, he knew she knew.
"They look good when they smile and laugh." Draco just looked at Blaise. "In a healthy sort of way!"
"Sure."
"Dude, c'mon! You know!" Draco sobered and looked at the pair again.
"Yeah, I know." At that moment Hermione's gaze flickered directly at Draco, and his mouth dried up, and his heart stopped/ Weaslette had sent Blaise a similar look and he waited for Blaise to speak first. There was a reason he was in Slytherin and it wasn't for bravery.
"They know. I don't know how they know, but they know." Draco let out the breath he's been unaware he was holding. He looked at the pair again.
"They won't tell anyone."
"I hope to Merlin not." Dinner was over and everyone made their way to their dorms.
Draco entered his and immediately went to the bedroom he shared with Head Girl. He'd only begun to unpack when she entered.
Hermoine looked Draco up and down before unpacking her belongings. Hermoine waited for a few minutes before she decided she'd wait to tell Head Boy she knew.
Draco waited for Hermoine to say what he thought was inevitable, but it never came. Was she not going to say anything? Was she going to unknowingly torture him? No, she'd do it on purpose.
He heard water from the bathroom and decided he'd go in as well. He was surprised to see Hermoine clad in a little turquoise top that stopped above her naval and matching cotton sleep pants. He looked down at his own boxers and grinned on the inside. Maybe he should pick a fight just because.
"Like what you see Granger?" Draco smirked as he got his toothbrush ready.
"Just as much as you do." Hermoine leaned over to rinse her mouth out. She hadn't realized that when she did this others could see ample amount of cleavage. Draco did though, and I pained him to look away.
Hermoine reached across Draco's chest to get her face cleaner and brushed her breasts against his arm and chest. Why not pick a fight?
Did she want him to explode? Draco couldn't believe it, Hermoine Granger, Griffindor Princess, making him, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, fight arousal. It didn't matte how innocent. Again with the bending! Must you bend!
"Do all muggles wash their faces before going to bed, or are you trying to wash the muggle off your face? Hermoine just stood there a second before answering.
"Are all bastards as charming, or are you special because you're a Death Eater?" Draco had to control his anger or he would have slapped her.
"Are all bitches as stupid, or are you just being a mudblood cunt?" Hermoine could have throttled him.
"You lazy, good for nothing-""That would be the same thing, ignoramus, wouldn't want you repeating yourself would we?"
"Fine, you lazy, insufferable, git! Calling me ignorant? Calling me ignorant! You don't know anything!"
"You filthy, know-it-all bitch! If you knew anything about anything important you would know how dumb you really were!"
"You don't know anything about anything! You think you're special because you're a Death Eater and your daddy has money, but you're not! You're lower than scum!" Hermione's entire body was trembling and shaking. She'd never been around him this angry and this alone.
"I'd watch who you walled a Death Eater, and who you called lower than scum." Draco's voice was so low it sent shivers down her body.
"What are you going to do about it?" Draco had never wanted to kill someone while having sex with them until now.
"You won't like the answer." Hermoine had never been this scared while being aroused in her life.
"Then don't make the threat." Hermoine brushed past Draco and walked into the room to fin one giant bed.
"Fuck!" That's what I'd like do, Draco thought while walking into the room.
"Fuck!" Maybe later Head Boy, Hermoine looked around for a couch even though she knew she wouldn't find one.
"Malfoy, since we've already fought and lost our own beds, could we not fight, at least for a little while." Hermoine meant this as an apology and that's how Draco took it, offering his own form of apology.
"Fine. Never have I ever gone to bed with a girl I wasn't going to bed." He didn't' expect a reply but Head Girl was full of surprises.
"Never have I ever gone to bed with a boy I didn't know." Hermoine climbed into bed on the right side where all of her things currently were. She hadn't meant to say that exact thing, it had just slipped out.
"Never have I ever played without drinking." Hermoine grinned knowing that the game was funnier with alcohol.
"Never have I ever played with a wizard." Hermoine meant a double innuendo and didn't think Draco would understand it. Draco smiled. He'd thought Weasel or even Potter, but only muggles. Hmm.
"Never have I ever not done an assignment." Hermoine was surprised but didn't comment.
"Okay, last one or I'm never going to wake up in the morning." Draco nodded his consent. "Never have I ever felt as safe or as alive as I do at Hogwarts." Hermoine turned off her light and got comfortable. Rolling onto her stomach, she put her arms up and hugged the pillow, while extending her bent leg. She was asleep in moments.
Draco looked over at Hermoine and frowned. What is she doing? Cuddling with the Invisible Man? He'd never seen a girl sleep like that. Then again he'd never slept with a girl, one of them always left after they did the deed.
Draco closed his eyes and willed sleep to come. After half an hour of restlessness and repositions he finally to the Invisible Man's position and fell asleep instantly.