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Hermione was having the time of her life. She couldn't believe how much things had changed in the matter of a day. Sure, she was being treated like a piece of meat by all of the guys in Hogwarts—but she liked it! Who would have thought that little 'Prude' and 'Proper' Granger would get a kick out of purposely giving Professor Lupin a hard on right in the middle of Defense Against the Dark Arts?
She suddenly understood why the other girls dressed like this. This. Was. Power.
If Voldemort were still around she was sure that he'd have begged her for her favors, mudblood or not.
Hermione laughed at that thought. It was way improbable, but she was in a good mood—and she'd seen a picture of Tom Riddle before he became a snakelike creature—he'd been hot. If only he'd stayed that way and she could have met him, they'd been so much alike. She was sure they would have somehow managed to get along enough to…
She paused…where did Harry say he kept the Diary hidden again?
Tapping her finger against her lip as she thought, she didn't notice all the hungry looks in her direction—or two furious Slytherins planning on a mass murder of the whole male population in the school.
I'm going to have to ask Harry. She decided, walking once more to her next class, hips swaying hypnotically, skirt swishing with every stride, giving the males behind her quick views of her hot pink panty.
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The list was long.
When Draco mentioned an 'Avada List' Blaise had assumed that he was speaking metaphorically, yet as he surveyed the long and flowing scroll, he raised an eyebrow at the blonde, who sat in the chair he'd proclaimed 'his' since his first year at Hogwarts, looking into the fire.
Shaking his head, Blaise returned his attention to the scroll. It would seem that nearly every bloody male—and some females—in Hogwarts had merited a mention. Although, Draco had made a couple of side notes that declared, that if (purely for a one-night-only basis) the prettier girls on the list wanted a go at Hermione, it could only be done with Blaise and himself present to…erm…supervise.
Yet Draco had also added a post note by the names which underscored ONCE ONLY It would seem that even though girl-on-girl was every straight guy's fantasy, Draco didn't want to risk the chance of an attachment being formed between the girls. He was jealous and possessive up to that extent. And Blaise wouldn't have it any other way. He'd have to talk to Draco to minimize the amount of pretty girls who could have a go at Hermione if they so wanted to.
"What do you think?" Draco murmured absentmindedly, gaze still on the flames. "Do we blame it on the Death Eaters still at large?"
"Huh?" Blaise asked, they were in free period and were spending the time in the Slytherin Common Rooms.
"The list." Draco announced, slightly annoyed. "Do we blame their slow and cruel demise on Death Eaters' revenge?"
Blaise smirked as he thought it over. It sounded promising, especially since most of the names here were Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. What true Death Eater (Or Slytherin!) wouldn't want to get rid of those two houses?
He frowned. "Wait. Didn't they say that they caught the last fugitive last week?"
"Damn." Draco frowned, still thoughtful. "That was such a good idea."
Looking at the time, Blaise frowned, getting up and rolling up the scroll as he did so. "We have double potions now."
Draco smiled. "With the Gryffindorks."
"And Hermione."
"Of course with Hermione!" Draco announced, peeved. "Did you think I smiled at the thought of spending two periods with Pothead?"
"Well, now that you mention it, he does spend most of his time looking at you…" Blaise said with mock-seriousness.
"Urgh!" Draco cried out, covering his eyes. "You've just traumatized me Zabini!"
Clapping his friend's back with laughter, Blaise placed the list in his bag and they started towards the classroom.
Of course, all laughter died once they entered the classroom and found Hermione laughing at something the flock of boys around her were saying.
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(A Little While Back)
When Harry had declared that he couldn't remember exactly where the diary was, but that he'd try find it for her if it was so important for her homework, Hermione had decided not to push him or he might get suspicious about her decision to meet the younger form, or shadow, of Lord Voldemort.
So, bored with her free period, she'd mingled in Hogwarts as best as her stripper attire allowed her to. Since it didn't allow her to mingle, she'd changed into a tube top, yet had compensated it with a sensible, yet cute knee-length skirt.
Surprisingly enough, the fact that she was covering up more didn't seem to bother the boys in the least. Instead they looked even more interested. It was as if they'd been allowed the view of the forbidden fruit, and now that they couldn't see it anymore they were salivating at the mere memory, ready to do anything to be given a peek.
Of course, they wouldn't be given one.
No. She'd said that she'd find someone she couldn't give a fig for and shag him senseless. Maybe even two if she got raunchy. She'd never said that the whole school would be able to take a bite of the fruit. No. She'd wanted to gauge reactions, see what options she had, and then begin eliminating the ones she had no interest in, leaving her with the few candidates for fuck-buddy.
She'd even gotten some looks and insinuations from some girls…yet she wouldn't be taking them up on their offers, she wasn't that adventurous…at least not for right now.
Going to sit in the Potions classroom despite it being free period and completely empty, Hermione sighed, pulling out her book and began writing down the likely candidates.
Gryffindor: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan
She'd noticed the way Harry and Ron had watched her, and she considered…then made up her nose. Nope. Harry had been a one-time thing. She wasn't going to risk their friendship like that. They'd get over it and things would be normal between them again.
Ravenclaw: Matthew Yeates, Bartholomew Hollows
Hmmm…
She smiled as she thought about them.
Matthew was in her Advanced Runes class. He was tall, dark haired with beautiful green eyes and tanned skin. His mother was Brazilian, and his looks just dazzled her, as had his cheeky smile.
Bartholomew…blonde, though she believed it was bottle blonde. Anyhow. He was blonde, and she'd always loved blondes, especially blondes whom she knew worked as underwear models in Muggle London. She'd seen some of his billboards…knew that he was well endowed…down there.
Hermione. I thought you said you'd get worldly! A voice nagged in her head. How can you do that if you still 'down there'?
She frowned, shook her head, and continued on with her list.
Hufflepuff: Ulrich Dawson, Myles Evans
Both came from muggle parents, as did she, so both would be able to understand her better than anyone else.
Ulrich had some German in him, and he was NATURAL blonde, although it could be considered light brown…given whom was observing him. Ginny insisted it was light brown, while Hermione declared it was dark blonde.
Oh well.
And Myles was a redhead. Go figure. Also, his parents somehow knew hers. That way, they could continue…seeing each other…even when out on holiday.
Seeing each other? That voice nagged again. I thought you were supposed to be doing more then just SEEINHG each other!
SHUT UP!
She growled, hand pressing into the scroll as she continued.
Slytherin:…
She cleared her throat.
…
Oh, it wasn't because she didn't know WHO she wanted to write there, quite the opposite.
…
Well, neither had seemed to mind her last night and this morning, but after they'd gone to breakfast they'd seemed infuriated, and she'd gotten intimidated. How could she…well…with two guys that intimidated her?
Two guys? You're considering both? Yet the voice sounded impressed. I have some hope in you after all.
Deciding to ignore her other personality, Hermione sighed and hesitated only a second more before writing down the names.
Slytherin: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini
There. She'd written it.
Her list was ready. Now, she'd ignore any other male (or female!) and concentrate on those eight names and begin eliminating the choices.
A smile touched her lips and she hardly noticed that the others had arrived for class until the seat around her were filled with boys all interested in asking her this or that.
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Possible "FB" Candidates Decided Upon For Their Looks, Attitude and Brains.
The title announced in Hermione's writing.
Gryffindor: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan
Please! Draco growled from where he read it in their common room, seeing Finnegan's name. What 'brains' is there in that one?
Ravenclaw: Matthew Yeates, Bartholomew Hollows
Bloody boring geniuses, the both of them. He wrote them off immediately. Give them a quantum equation and they know the answer in a second, show them their cock and they have no idea that peeing isn't the only thing that it's good for.
Hufflepuff: Ulrich Dawson, Myles Evans
You've got to be bloody joking. Draco knew what "FB" stood for, and the thought that Hermione had even considered allowing a HUFFLEPUFF to do anything to her except give her the time of day, was horrifying. She was desperate. She needed intervention. She was bloody insane!
Slytherin: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini
He froze. He reread that line. And he froze again, a creepy smile making its way on his pale face.
When he'd stolen the paper from Hermione during Potions he hadn't realized what was written there, he'd only known that she'd kept taking it out from her book bag and giving it a look before looking at eight guys…she'd done this around six times…and Draco had needed to know why.
And now he knew.
And he held the evidence in his hand. If Blaise wasn't so bloody studious he'd be here and not in the library, and he'd know the advantage they'd just gotten over the lovely Gryffindor.
They knew what six other guys would kill for.
Draco leaned back in his seat. He'd proclaimed it 'his' as well, although Hermione was known to sit in it just to rile him from time to time.
Maybe they shouldn't rush things.
Maybe…
He smiled, the Slytherin in him coming out.
They'd help Hermione bump the other competition and chose them instead. It was perfect. She'd think that she'd made the decision!
Getting up and putting the paper back in her bag before she discovered it gone, Malfoy smirked. It was time to find Zabini and start making the sneaky and conniving snake within them proud.
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Without the knowledge that Draco held, Blaise was more than a little surprised when he discovered Hermione ignore Gryffindor Malcolm Magnus and instead allow the insufferable Ravenclaw, Matthew Yeates, to sit by her in the Library. The Ravenclaw preened at the dejected Malcolm before giving Hermione his undivided attention throughout the whole time they were there.
Hidden behind his book, Blaise frowned, yet it turned into a very slow yet sure smile as he realized that the Raveclaw was getting on Hermione's nerves. She was trying to read, and the Ravenclaw wouldn't keep quiet for more than two minutes. She'd scold him, he'd nod, start reading, and five minutes would pass before he'd put his book down and say something else.
The smile turned into a smirk as Blaise lost all pretense of not watching them. Hermione's body was going stiff.
Idiot. Hermione's reading and studying time is sacred to her.
Something the Ravenclaw discovered when, at long last, Hermione asked him to leave her alone so she could study, quite nicely, until he told her he wouldn't. Then, she glared at him and repeated her request, this time making it more pointed until he got the message.
"You'd think that being a Ravenclaw you'd actually understand the importance of studying!" She announced, before blatantly ignoring him until he got up and left.
Blaise smirked. He loved it when she got riled up.
The bell rung, proving that it was lunchtime. Blaise stood as Hermione did, and gave her a cheeky smile when her eyes innocently wandered in his direction.
She seemed surprised, then got over it quickly and gave him a saucy smile before heading to the Great Hall.
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Making a face as she noticed Ulrich eat, Hermione shuddered, reminding herself to cross out yet another name from her little list. The guy didn't chew. She swore that he got down the whole chicken with a single gulp, bones and all!
Shivering when she remembered that she'd actually thought that they could click, Hermione continued eating. In less than an hour she'd managed to eliminate two of her eight candidates.
Who would have thought that a Ravenclaw couldn't keep his mouth shut? She'd been so sure that she'd connect with him, because Ravenclaws were supposed to be so studious, like her. Yet no. He'd been like any chattering Hufflepuff! Even VIKTOR had had the decency to respect her study time, and if she was going to get a lover then he would have to respect her other interests as well!
Lover. Finally, you at least say something other than 'FB'.
Ignoring that voice as she had all day, Hermione allowed her gaze to wander over the faces of those in the Great Hall. All of her other candidates ate like humans, so she was relieved. Her gaze lingered on the Slytherin table, and it wasn't because she was showing them any favor, but because her gaze was being returned…by two of the boys whose names she'd written down.
She gulped.
Sure, teasing Malfoy had been one thing. But seeing both Zabini and him looking at her like that…like they wanted to throw her over the table and take turns taking her in every position imaginable…she shivered and went red with arousal.
Looking away she gulped. She wasn't supposed to feel like this! She was supposed to be the one in charge! SHE was supposed to have THEM like this---IF she chose them—or one of them!
Dammit. She was getting flustered.
Not realizing how amusingly smug both boys seemed at having accomplished said task, Hermione got up and went to her room. She needed time to think. She needed to come up with other ways to test her candidates, and she needed to convince herself that she hadn't already decided.
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"Damn it if she isn't sexy when she gets flustered." Draco announced to Blaise when Hermione had left and everyone continued eating.
Blaise smirked his agreement to the statement. "She won't know what hit her when we're finished. If a single look did that, imagine how she'll react to the second phase of the plan."
Sensing movement in his book bag, Draco frowned and reached within, pulling out a piece of paper, a smile dawning on his face. It was a copy of the list she'd made, except he'd had Blaise (who was better at Charms than him) charm it so that whenever Hermione did any adjustments to it, their paper would advise them of what it was.
Gryffindor: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan
Ravenclaw: Matthew Yeates (ELIMINATED! CHATTER BOX!!!), Bartholomew Hollows
Hufflepuff: Ulrich Dawson (ELIMINAED! Eats like an ogre!!!), Myles Evans
Slytherin: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini
She'd managed to eliminate two candidates by lunchtime! And all by herself.
Draco smiled in pride.
"Maybe we won't have to help her much." Blaise mused as he leaned over, looking at the list in interest. "Maybe we should just let her realize the sense in choosing our superior breeding and culture over the Gryffindorks, and the last two."
They shared a look.
"Nah." Both agreed, going over 'phase two' once more.
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