Disclaimer: As much as I wish I was rich and lived in London, that'd be JK Rowling, and she is most definitely not me.
She liked it. God forbid, but she, Hermione Granger, had liked when Draco Malfoy kissed her. Oh, it didn't mean she liked him or anything like that. You see, like and lust are two completely different things. So, why hadn't she just let him kiss her? After a long debate, she decided it was her pride. She couldn't let him be the one to go for her, she had to be assertive. She had to be the predator, him the prey. She was used to it – she may be a self proclaimed bookworm, but she had been the boss of Harry and Ron for a little over six years now, and she wasn't going to change her ways now.
So she came up with a strategy. She would play hard to get – every comment he made to her would go unnoticed. Of course, she'd have to pick the perfect opportunity, plan every move, every word she said in his presence. It wasn't like her to plan on winning a man's affection, and Draco definitely was not worth it. Hermione decided she must really be turning over a new leaf. There was one person she could turn to for advice, however … Ginny.
"So you're telling me you want him begging for you?" Ginny asked incredulously, staring at her friend with her mouth hanging wide open. They were sitting on her bed in the sixth year Gryffindor dorms.
"Exactly. Close your mouth, Gin, before you catch flies," Hermione snapped.
"Well, why not slip him a love potion? That'll have his attention enough for you to screw him over …" Ginny shut up when she saw the look her friend was giving her.
Hermione mumbled something inaudible, the distraught look still on her face. "What's that, Mione? I can't hear …"
"I don't want to mess with him. I want him to be with me." She mumbled, more clearly this time.
"OH!" Ginny exclaimed, an even more shocked look on her face. Her lips twitched for a moment, like she was trying to decide what to say. "Oh my god! You like Draco Malfoy!"
"What? Are you crazy? No, no, I like the idea of him … I just want to test him out …" She said, not even sure she was convincing herself.
"Yeah, okay, sure." She said, smirking now, and earning a glare from Hermione.
"Gin, you know what you're doing. How am I gonna get Draco to abandon his pride and come after me?" She asked.
"Well, you said he kissed you, right?"
"Yeah …"
"Well, looks like he's already chasing you."
"No. He was trying to get me to chase him. He thinks that I think that I want him."
"Well, do you?"
"No … maybe … yeah, maybe a little. But only a little, Gin. It's not like I'm a virgin, I have needs too, you know."
Ginny smirked at this. "So basically, he's trying to get you to realize you want to be with him, but you don't want to admit it and are trying to get him to admit he wants to be with you?"
"Whoa, slow down, Gin," Hermione said, her head spinning. "I've got to get him to want me, first. He wants to screw me over."
"Are you sure about that?"
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"I don't know, Blaise," Draco growled, sitting in the Slytherin dorms. Since it was Saturday afternoon, no one was there. He was in the midst of discussing Granger with his best friend. For some reason, she was resisting him. He wasn't used to that at all. Girls should want to be with him, no?
So, he had decided on a plan. He would get the little Gryffindor to want him so bad it hurt … but he'd push her away. He'd keep her at arm's length until she was practically begging, then he'd take her for his own. Unfortunately, he had run into a dilemma. There was no way he'd get her if he just planted his lips on hers randomly in the hallway – nope, that definitely put her off. So he needed Blaise's ideas. Blaise was the true romantic of the two, no mater how good he was at getting girls.
"Why don't you try talking to her?" The look Blaise received after that was expected, but if it had been anyone else that Draco had given the look to, the probably would have been offended. Blaise just rolled his eyes. "Yes, Draco, talking. Something that doesn't involve snogging or shagging."
"What the Hell do I talk to Granger about?" He said, eyebrows knitted together.
"How should I know?" Blaise asked. He made a mental note to pay more attention to Granger in their dorm. Whatever she did could be used as a subject for conversation. "You already know she can play guitar. Talk to her about that."
"Guitar? Is that what that weird thing with the handle and strings was?" He questioned.
"Once again, yes, Draco."
"Hmm. Tell me again why I have to talk to her?"
"Because, you jackass, you won't hold her attention for more than three hours even if she does decide to be with you unless you can hold up a conversation." He said as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.
"But I don't need her to be with me, I just want to take her for a test run."
"Then how come you're paying so much attention to her? I'm sure you could charm your way into her pants if you really tried. It's obvious she has the hots for you."
"Innocent little Hermione? I wish, Blaise."
"Do you really think a sex kitten such as she is innocent?" Blaise inquired with a smirk.
"Don't call her that. And yes."
"Whoa, defensive, aren't we? See what I mean? You are into her. I'm sure another guy couldn't so much as touch her without you getting all jealous."
"Oh, bullshit, Blaise. She can do whoever she wants. I really don't care."
"Are you sure about that?"
A/N: So sorry, short chapter. But review anyway.