Ch. 7 Gryffinwhore
Something strange was going on within the walls of Hogwarts. People were acting different after Draco and Hermione's revelation in Potions class. It didn't seem possible, but everyone was acting nice.
At first Draco denied his involvement with Hermione as he had grown accustomed to doing, but he soon realized that "going with the flow" was a much more beneficial course of action. He learned that the more people thought he was in love with Hermione, the better they treated him.
All of a sudden he was the celebrity of Hogwarts. Teachers liked him for the leaps he'd made for inter-house unity, guys from all the houses thought he was "the man" for banging the Gryffindor prude, and girls started to flirt with him more.
I should have done this a long time ago, Draco thought on having a girlfriend. He didn't care that he wasn't actually dating Granger or that he didn't even like her. All he cared about was the fact that a cute group of sixth years had just walked by and smiled at him.
It was the Thursday after the fateful potions class, when Draco decided to play up his involvement with Hermione.
He was in the Great Hall having lunch when he found himself staring at a group of Ravenclaws. They were talking amongst themselves until one looked up and noticed his interest. He immediately shifted his gaze to Hermione and blew her a kiss. She wasn't paying attention but luck was on his side because at that moment, she looked up and smiled at a girl that was passing his table. Draco heard a collective, "Aww" come from the Ravenclaw spectators.
This is too easy, he smirked to himself as he turned and joined the conversation going on around him.
He continued his subtle antics all week, doing little things that would make onlookers notice that he cared for Hermione. He would wave at her or doodle her name on his parchment, all the while pretending not to notice his fascinated peers.
One day in Arithmancy, he pulled out Hermione's chair for her. Instead of sitting down, she just scoffed at him and turned bright red. She had opened her mouth to say something (probably to tell him off), when Professor Vector happened by and noticed the nice gesture. She wouldn't leave until Hermione mumbled a small "Thanks" and took her seat. Draco relished both the pleased look he saw on his professor's face and the completely pissed off one on Hermione's. Embarrassing her is just an added bonus, he thought smugly.
A few days later Draco had come up with another brilliant idea as he was walking behind Hermione on his way to class. He caught up with her and tripped her just so he could catch her in his arms. How romantic, he laughed as he stood her upright and told her to be more careful.
He loved the look of rage playing across her face.
"Let go of me!" Hermione had spat, "and stop pretending you're in love with me!"
She wrenched herself out of his grip and started kneeling down to pick up the books that had fallen out of her hands.
Draco stopped her efforts and bent down to pick up the books himself. As he handed them to her, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Don't get too excited. The more they think I love you, the more they want me." He motioned to a cluster of girls passing by and then kissed her on the cheek and walked off.
Hermione was left speechless and furious. She'd finally figured out his scheme. He is officially the Asshole-of-the-Century, she decided.
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Things were going great for a few weeks until Draco realized he was ready to cash in on his new "boyfriend-of-the-year" status. He had played long enough and was ready to take advantage of his groupies.
And he knew just the groupie to start with. Her name was Sienna Burke and she was a fifth year Hufflepuff. She also happened to be a pureblood and the most beautiful girl in the school.
His father had told him about her ages ago; implying that she would make the perfect Mrs. Draco Malfoy someday. Draco didn't need his dad's input on this matter. He had noticed her on his own, but never had a chance with her because her parents had strictly enforced a "no dating" policy when she was younger.
Sienna came from on old wizarding family that had strong ties to the dark arts. Her great uncle Caractacus, co-founded Borgin & Burkes in Knockturn Alley which of course dealt in the sale of powerful and dark magical objects.
Sienna herself couldn't be more different from the reputation of her family. She was young, fun and carefree. She believed in blood purity, but didn't advertise it much because she didn't want to get the reputation of being a snob.
Now normally, Draco didn't go for Hufflepuffs. He thought they were all idiots and they usually were, but intelligence wasn't very high on his "list of important traits in a girl". He didn't really care if the girl was smart as long as she was hot, and Sienna was extremely hot.
It was during a quidditch practice when Draco became aware of her interest in him. He had been flying some speed drills when he noticed a group of Hufflepuffs watching from the stands. Sienna was among them and he winked at her just to see what would happen. He was shocked when she smiled back.
That was how the whole thing started. After that practice, Draco invited her to study and the pair began spending a lot of time together.
Sienna asked him about Hermione one day after Draco had tried to hold her hand.
"Hermione and I are just friends," he responded (lying through his teeth). "I just wanted people to think we were dating so that no one would think poorly of her after everyone found out about us." He then grabbed her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
"I'm not interested in her," he said sincerely as she relaxed a little and smiled.
I'm a fucking genius, he thought as he saw the look of admiration in her eyes. She believed that he was actually worried about Granger's reputation. His little speech had been quite convincing.
"And what exactly happened between the two of you?" she asked after a while.
"Nothing, really," he responded, squeezing her hand. "We were both the unlucky victims of a lust potion and that's it. We were forced together one time and we both wish it never happened. We were never really dating." He said and she seemed satisfied.
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Hermione wasn't having things as easy. She was completely humiliated after her confession in potions and believe it or not, the confession wasn't the worst part. That was reserved for the numerous other questions she was forced to answer right after admitting to sleeping with Malfoy.
"When did it happen?" someone had asked.
"How many times?" another jumped in.
"Was she good?"
"Was he?"
"Was it your first time?"
"Describe it to us in detail"
She was lucky enough to have been spared from that last one as Snape came into the room and forced the class to quiet down.
He made everyone wait until the Veritaserum had completely worn off before dismissing the class. It was the first time that Hermione had been grateful to the greasy potions master.
Ever since then, she had been forced to endure the looks and giddy questions from all the girls she knew.
"How's Draco?" they would ask her, with sly smiles on their faces.
"I wouldn't know," she would respond and then count to ten as she tried to suppress her annoyance.
"Sure Hermione, whatever you say," they would chant as they giggled and skipped away.
And the situation got ten times worse when Draco started pretending that they actually were together.
Stupid Malfoy, she thought every time she saw that flirty grin on his face or that silly wave.
One day during charms, as he sat in his usual seat on the opposite side of the classroom, Draco decided to make a scene. He wrote her a note and asked for other students to pass it to her. It went through five students before it reached her!
Once she got it, she wanted to slap him. It was folded nicely and boasted a large heart that said "To Hermione, my little Gryffinwhore," in the middle. She looked up at him and frowned. What is he thinking? she wondered. He just smiled at her and mouthed, "Open it". Against her better judgment, she opened the note to find a moving drawing of her petting a cute little puppy. The puppy seemed happy but then turned on her and bit her head off. Even though it was really annoying, it was also quite funny. She laughed to herself but didn't look at him again.
A few weeks of this behavior had driven her to her wit's end. She no longer cared if people thought she was dating Draco as long as she didn't have to hear about it anymore.
She was in one of the courtyards one afternoon talking and relaxing with Harry and Ron when Ginny ran up to the trio, frantic.
"Oh my gosh, you guys….guess what I just found out?" she said while she tried to catch her breath. "Romilda Vane is the one who did it," she continued not waiting for the group's response.
"Did what?" asked Ron. He and Hermione had apologized to each other shortly after the potions-class-confession and were now on fairly good terms.
"Gave Hermione the lust potion!" she shouted exasperated as if everyone else should have known.
"What? How do you know?" Hermione asked clearly shocked.
Ginny went on to describe the details of her unintentional discovery.
She had been in one of the bathrooms on the fourth floor when she heard Romilda, a 6th year Gryffindor, talking to some friends about how her plan had backfired. Ginny listened as the girl explained how she slipped the potion to Hermione as payback. Aparently, Hermione had caught Romilda and a boy getting frisky in a broom cupboard one night and busted them for curfew. Not long after that, word had leaked about Romilda's nocturnal activities and her reputation had been permanently scarred.
"That jealous prude needed to get laid," Ginny had heard her laugh. "I only picked Malfoy because she hates him. I didn't expect them to get together and be the perfect little couple. It is so unfair. One night with Hermione Granger and all of a sudden he is a model boyfriend. It makes me sick…" and she continued to rant.
Ginny had waited until the girls left, "and then I ran straight out to find Hermione," she announced as she finished her tale.
Ginny looked at the trio who were staring at her dumbstruck. They couldn't believe that they had been betrayed by one of their own.
"I can't believe she did that!" Harry was the first to speak. "What a bitch!" he added when no one else spoke.
Finally, Hermione pulled herself out of her stupor and asked, "Did she say what potion it was?"
"No, I don't think so," Ginny replied.
"Well, I need to know!" Hermione shouted. She was obviously freaking out. "There could be side effects or interactions or lasting effects. Potions are dangerous! I need to find out if…"
"Hermione!" Ron interrupted. "It will be okay. Harry and I will go ask her what potion it was. Just relax woman!" he joked as he grabbed her shoulders to steady her.
"No, no…it's okay guys, I think I want to do this myself," Hermione said as she turned to head into the castle. "Thanks anyway, I'll see you later," she called over her shoulder.
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"Romilda!" Hermione called as she found the girl leaving the Gryffindor tower.
"What?' she asked angrily.
"I think you know what," Hermione responded, stepping in front of the younger girl's path.
"No, I don't know. I can't read your mind," Romilda said, not hiding her obvious dislike.
"What is the name of the potion you gave me?" Hermione asked point blank.
"What are you talking about? I didn't give you any potion," Romilda said narrowing her eyes.
"Don't play dumb," Hermione spat. "Tell me right now, or I'm going to McGonagall," she threatened.
"Fine," Romilda said after a minute of glaring. She knew that Hermione would tell on her. She was such a goody-two-shoes. "It's called La Mosca Española"
"You gave me a Spanish Fly?" Hermione asked astonished. "Those actually exist?"
She began pulling up everything she could remember about them from the muggle world. All she knew of them was the urban legend that they were an aphrodisiac.
"Look Granger, I don't know anything about it. I got it as a gag gift from my boyfriend," she breathed uninterested.
"Whatever, Romilda. I've got to go," Hermione said not really listening to the other girl anymore. With that she turned and headed up to the library. She had some research to do.
"You're not going to tell McGonagall are you?" Romilda called after her, but Hermione was already around the corner.
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Two hours later, Harry and Ron were just finishing up a game of wizard's chess when Hermione stormed into the common room.
"Hey Hermione," the boys chirped without looking up from their game.
"Check mate," said Ron as his knight stabbed Harry's king.
"So did you find Romilda?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I found that skanky cow," she said angrily. "And when I see her again, I am going to curse her…bad." She finished as she threw her bag onto the floor and fell back onto the couch.
"What happened?" Harry asked. "Did you find out what potion she used?" he wondered as he magicked the chess board back to the starting position.
"Yes…I found out a lot of things. She used a Spanish Fly on me. I looked it up and there are some huge side effects!" she ranted.
"Really? Like what?" Ron asked worried. "Are you going to grow a third leg or something?" Some potions were known to cause weird bodily growths.
"No, but I can't eat raw lemons for a year because I could turn yellow if I do!" she responded.
"That's not so bad," Harry said, "I mean, when was the last time you ate a raw lemon?"
"Oh no, that isn't the bad part," Hermione laughed. "The bad part is that people who take Spanish Flies have relapses for the rest of their lives!" she screamed.
Both boys sat looking confused.
"Don't you understand?" she shouted. "That means that for the rest of my life, I have to worry about wanting to shag Malfoy!"
Harry and Ron had never seen Hermione this mad before. They looked at each other and silently agreed that they needed to get out of the line of fire.
"Wow Hermione, that is horrible. Is there anything we can do?" Ron asked as he stood up and stretched.
"No, but I found something that might be able to help me. There is a temporary 'Mind Wipe' potion that is supposed to curb the instance of relapses."
"Oh, okay," one of the boys said as they headed up to their dorms. "Well, we'll see you later Hermione, we are going to start out DADA paper."
Hermione was too busy flipping through a heavy book and taking notes to notice the boys' not-so-subtle exit.
She had learned that the relapses were tied to arousal and especially to the memory of the erotic event itself. Therefore, many people were able to remove the relapses simply by erasing the memory of the lust-charged sex.
One couple had been in a very similar situation to Hermione and Malfoy's and had completely remedied their relapses by wiping their memories and then avoiding each other.
People who didn't use the Mind Wipe suffered the consequences severely as their love lives were marred forever. Anytime they became aroused, they would be so compelled to be with the one particular person that they could not satisfy their passion with anyone else. It didn't matter what made them horny in the first place, they would always relapse into wanting the one individual. Many marriages and relationships failed because of infidelity from the affected partner.
In several of the cases she read about, the subjects ended up marrying the person they were linked to, just to make things easier. Hermione was not about to spend the rest of her life with Draco Malfoy, so she knew she would have to find a way to both brew the Mind Wipe potion and get him to take it with her.
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It was a crisp Saturday afternoon that found the entire school at the quidditch pitch watching the Slytherin-Ravenclaw match.
Hermione, Ron and Harry were in the Gryffindor stands cheering for Ravenclaw. Even though Ravenclaw had the best chance of taking the Quidditch cup from Gryffindor, Harry and Ron could not bring themselves to cheer for Slytherin.
The score was 80-30 in Ravenclaw's favor and the crowd was going wild. It had been a brutal match chalked full of all the injuries and foul play one could expect from a classic game of quidditch.
Hermione found herself watching Draco on his broom. He was just as cocky and confident in the air as he was on land. She watched his powerful arms maneuver his broom as he circled around the pitch. She began to feel hot all over. Flashes of those same arms circling her body jumped into her mind. She could almost feel his hands on her skin. Oh shit! Not now, she begged silently as she realized what was happening to her.
She willed herself to get up and run back to the castle but couldn't tear her eyes off of him. He dodged a bludger and then wiped his brow regaining his composure. Hermione could not stop herself from rubbing her hand on her thigh and pretending it was him. She was lucky that everyone around her was too involved in the match to witness her little display.
Suddenly Malfoy whipped his head to the right and shot out in a hot pursuit of the snitch. The crowd became silent as everyone held their breath in anticipation. Hermione was pretty far gone by this point and she stood up, leaned over the railing, and unconsciously mapped out the quickest route to the locker rooms so she could jump him right after the match. Her body was trembling and she began fantasizing about how she could surprise Malfoy by dragging his dirty, sweaty body into the showers.
She hardly noticed as the crowd suddenly let out a collective roar in both triumph and disappointment as Malfoy captured the snitch and held it up signaling the end of the match. Hermione let out a whimper as she watched him rip off his soiled jersey and throw it over the Ravenclaw goal posts. The other players followed suit, as this was the Slytherin tradition when ever they won a match. It was such an arrogant Slytherin thing to do, to cover the other team's goals in green, but Hermione found herself grateful for it as she got a glimpse of his stomach when his undershirt had ridden up.
She could not control herself anymore and she began to push her way through the crowds in an attempt make it down to the ground. Her effort to reach him was complicated by the numerous other students who were now rushing the field. Hermione pulled out her wand and started tripping people and hexing them out of her way as she ran nearer and nearer to her man. She was about 20 meters away when she was stopped dead in her tracks.
She watched in horror as a ditzy blonde Hufflepuff flitted up behind him and circled her arms around his shoulders. He turned around to see who had embraced him and immediately pulled her into a provocative kiss.
"NO!" Hermione screamed as she felt her lust dissipate into rage. She gripped her wand and began charging at the couple with a menacing growl.
Her scream had been drowned out by the crowd's excited chatter, but once people saw her marching towards the kissing couple a new hush fell over them.
"Oh, poor Hermione!" she heard as a group of onlookers thought they were witnessing a boy cheating on his girlfriend.
Die, die, die! Hermione thought as she neared her pray. She was just about to cast a rather debilitating hex on the unsuspecting girl, when she was tackled from behind by none other than her two best friends.
I wanted to post this sooner, but I couldn't get it right…it still isn't exactly what I wanted but alas!
Also, don't you hate it when life gets in the way of fanfiction?