The Best Laid Plans
Chapter Three: The Slightest Chance
"You have to look at me with want, like you'll look at him!" he demanded, lifting her chin roughly with his slim fingers.
She stared bitterly at him but calmly whispered, "I can't."
"You're not him."
They heard footsteps in the background and Draco sneered at the stubborn brunette pinned under him. It was after potions and they were near the male restroom on the second floor just as he had arranged. Everything was going as smoothly as he had planned, however, there was a glitch as the heroine refused to play her role properly.
Draco ran his fingers through his tousled hair exasperatedly. He couldn't believe his luck. He had probably created one of the best plays ever to be staged in Hogwarts but his lead was giving up at the last minute. From a distance, he could hear the Weasel and Potty laughing at some lame Quidditch joke from the last year.
The brunette shifted awkwardly beside him. 'Just lovely,' he thought sarcastically, watching the impassive girl
The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy-Him and his stupid sidekick were probably a few footsteps away from them.
Suddenly, her hands wrapped his neck and full crimson lips came crashing down on his, at the perfect angle. Within him, he felt an unexpected overwhelming emotion purged in but dismissed the thought, telling that Granger was a great kisser. She probably was the best kisser who has ever been with him. Feeling Granger's slim figure press against his, he realized their bodies molded perfectly with each other's but paid no attention as his arms encircled Granger's waist, reducing the distance between them.
He felt her hands tugging gently at his blonde hair and pressed her body even harder against his. He inhaled sharply as the smell of vanilla invoked his senses.
As they broke apart for air, Draco ignored the tingling feeling in his lips. His eyes met Granger's chocolate brown ones which glowed with passion and lust. Her chest was heaving heavily and her lips were slightly apart.
Draco never knew Hermione Granger could look so beautiful and sensual.
"Cosi Bello," he said sincerely, tucking the stray strand of brown hair behind her ears. A pretty smile graced her lips and her eyes shone with pure delight.
Draco was undeniably proud of his student. She even remembered to address him by his first name, so as to not arouse suspicion. He could hear Potter gasp in the background, but his thoughts ended as the Head Girl wrapped one of her tanned legs around his waist, hitching up her skirt by a few inches in the process.
"Draco," she whispered breathlessly before sucking at the area behind his left earlobe and Draco moaned softly. He had never once heard someone say his name in such a loving manner.
'This is nice.' He thought.
"Malfoy," a familiar voice greeted coldly.
That was how Draco woke up to the sight of the expressionless Head Girl, dressed immaculately in her unaltered Hogwarts uniform, poking her wand irritably at him. She had probably successfully undo the spell, but then again, Granger still looked fantastic, shorter skirt or not. He felt the area between his legs throb painfully as he shifted slightly on the bed.
"Malfoy," she repeated, her voice trailing with an obvious hint of annoyance.
"Ah. Granger," he replied, tearing himself unwillingly from his bed.
Hermione felt her heart in her throat as the Head Boy greeted her; not a trace of menace in his voice. It was a startling change from the usual but it was probably due to the early morning. The young Malfoy stretched, revealing his smooth tanned chest and got out of his bed. Hermione bit her lip, not willing herself to gasp openly at his half-nakedness.
Even caught unexpectedly in the early morning, the Platinum blonde still looked as ravishing as ever and it look plenty of self-control for her not to jump into the bed and shag him senseless, regardless of what response he might have.
"Professor McGonagall requests us to meet her in the Transfiguration classroom by a quarter pass nine," she said curtly, before spinning on her heels and exiting the room.
Upon entering their shared living area, Hermione dropped down into the Gryffindor couch with a sigh of relief.
Hermione knew that if she still didn't start plotting out her revenge, Draco Malfoy would have her in his fingers just by shooting his sexy trademark smirks.
She narrowed her eyebrows as the sound of water from the bathroom.
It wasn't that she didn't want to start plotting early, it was just that she needed more information about him to find more loopholes.
She wanted to make sure that this time he'll be humiliated thoroughly… to the extent that he'll wish that he was never born.
Hermione's lips twitched at the fascinating prospect of a ruined Malfoy and walked to her bedroom to proceed her planning.
"Ruined by me, no less," she thought to herself, a bitter smirk danced across her face.
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Draco watched the Transfiguration Professor frown and tap her fingers impatiently against the wooden desk.
He smirked.
The muggleborn know-it-all was late.
And she deserved it. After all, she had woke him up forty minutes before the meeting and caused him to rush through his routine. Draco Malfoy needed forty-five minutes to get ready and he detested to be deprived of time. He would never allow time to restrain him from doing his activities.
The door was pushed open suddenly, revealing the Head Girl who looked unusually composed at such a situation.
"Sorry, Professor, I lost track of time," she apologized, glancing briefly at Draco.
Hermione paused, anticipating the Professor to reprimand her. She had fallen asleep on her desk while plotting her revenge. Hermione never thought she was that tired until she awoke from her slumber that lasted about thirty minutes which ended when she had pushed her Advanced Potions textbook off and it ended with a loud 'thud'.
'It must have been due to the heat,' she thought irritably but couldn't help shivering slightly as she recalled her dream.
She hated those dreams that haunted her regularly. She detested that the past especially when it concerned a certain Platinum blonde Slytherin.
"Granger," he whispered huskily.
Hermione looked up and found herself staring at the smirking blonde. They were in a comfortable embrace and a few seconds ago, Harry and Ron had walked past them, murmuring curses under their breath. 'We have succeeded,' she thought, though surprisingly, she didn't find it utterly accomplishing.
"You've done well," he announced, his silvery-grey eyes gleaming with triumphant. He patted her head softly as he detached himself from her. She scrutinized him. His hair was nicely tousled and his eyes were not as dark as seconds before. His lips were red and slightly bruised; the top buttons of his shirt were open, revealing a glimpse of his broad tanned chest. All in all, Draco looked like he was thoroughly shagged.
Then she noticed that his neck had the most obvious lovebite.
Running her fingers softly against her handiwork, Hermione felt like an absolute slut and worst, when she saw his eyes darkened with lust.
She replied emotionlessly, "I see."
And she stalked away, feeling a wave of fear flood her senses.
There just might be the slightest chance that she had unwittingly, fallen for Draco Malfoy.
"Please do not be late next time, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall merely said before motioning the Head students to take a seat.
"Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger," she began, "I'm sure you have heard of The Daily Prophet."
Hermione nodded while the Head boy tipped his head slightly.
"The Daily Prophet decided to have a student who would be the Hogwarts correspondent and write for the Daily Prophet every two weeks. The Headmaster has decided that the two of you should compete fairly for this position. It is a privilege to write for The Daily Prophet but it is a great responsibility. So you should each submit an essay on anything about Hogwarts for us to decide."
Hermione smiled for the first time in the day.
She knew exactly how to carry out her revenge.
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