Author's Note: You'll quickly find out that I'm not going to follow really closely to the books. I'm making this into my own story. I hope everyone likes the liberties I take with this.
Chapter Two
By the time October came around, Hermione and Draco's hatred for each other had reached a maximum that no one had thought was possible. In previous years, Harry had become obsessed with the boy. He had been obsessed with trying to get Malfoy in trouble, trying to figure out what Malfoy was up to, and such things as this.
This year was a different story. Hermione was the one who was obsessed.
Halfway through September, Harry caught Hermione stealing the Marauder's Map out of his dormitory. "If you wanted to use it, just ask," he said to his best friend, baffled. He wasn't sure why she wanted to use it until one night around two in the morning, he found her asleep in the common room with a book propped open. Silly girl, he thought, walking over to her, she's fallen asleep reading again. He quickly found that the book was only a cover up. The Marauder's Map was open inside of the book, and Hermione had done a clever spell on it so that the little dot labeled "Draco Malfoy" was illuminated. He stared at her.
Maybe she knew something she was keeping from Harry and Ron, Harry thought frantically. That was the only explanation. It was either that, or his best friend was being Imperiused by Malfoy. He watched her closely the next day, though, and he quickly saw that nothing of the sort was going on. Hermione was her usual brainy self. She, quite of her own accord, smacked Ron with her newspaper when he talked with his mouth full.
Harry decided to confront her about it. "Hermione, what is your new obsession with Malfoy?" he asked her in a low voice in the common room.
"Er, what?" she asked, perfectly feigning confusion.
He rolled his eyes. "You tried to steal the Marauder's Map from me, and last night I saw that you had Malfoy's name alone illuminated on the map. Is he up to something?" Harry felt his old urge to bust Malfoy at a crime bubbling up inside of him.
Hermione knew that believing the worst in Malfoy was a weakness of Harry's. She had to think quickly. She wouldn't lie to her best friend. "Well," she said, thinking at a rate that only Hermione could think at, "At the prefect's meeting, I thought I saw something on Malfoy's arm. I'm just trying to make sure that he's not off trying to blow up the school for Voldemort or something."
Harry stared at her. He felt really annoyed. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked her.
Hermione really didn't want Harry to be mad. Normally, she would never have done this. She usually respected herself far too much for this. But suddenly, something snapped in Hermione. She was absolutely sick of being the good girl, the good friend, the one who never lied. She wanted to do something out of character, though she could never really say why. She stood up to face Harry, a boy she had absolutely no attraction for. She had been his best friend since she was eleven years old.
Still, she wanted her way.
She moved in closer to him, aware that they were alone in a common room with a fire burning behind them. No one knew her secret about Krum. When she had been fifteen, they had done much more than snogging. That was her only experience, though. She felt a bit nervous, but she knew that if she could distract Harry, he wouldn't ask any more questions about Malfoy.
She let her lips glide against the skin of his neck, and her hand found its way to his leg. She used a single finger to stroke up his thigh toward his quickly hardening member. She smirked. "What were you asking, Harry?"
He seemed dazed and baffled by her sudden sexual advances toward him. "Um… um.. I'm not really sure anymore, Hermione… what are you doing?"
She reached her hands inside of his pants to briefly feel just how hard she was making him. It was flattering. More than that, though, it made her feel powerful. It made her feel in control. She smiled at him and stroked his dick a couple of times, teasing him. With this sudden surge of power, only one thing seemed in order. She quickly removed her hand and smiled. She walked off and stopped at the foot of the spiral stairs for just a moment to turn around and wave at him. She walked up the stairs and into her dormitory. She hadn't been remotely aroused by this experience. She had been much more aroused by the control she felt. She lay down in bed, and she quickly fell asleep. She definitely knew how to get her way around this school now. She had finally figured it out after six years. Who cares if it earned her a bad reputation? She would know exactly how to get what she wanted, and that's all that mattered to her anymore.