Hermione had made sure every part of her plan was foolproof. She wasn't just going to rush headlong into it. This had to be planned. And she needed to make sure that it looked good too. It wasn't any use doing it if it looked like she had never done it before.
So she had practised and practised, first the one and then the other, making sure she had the technique correct, asking for advice from Ginny (she fervently hoped that Ginny hadn't already done it, especially not with Harry…Erk, it was like thinking of her brother and sister…Oh, gross!).
Ginny was surprisingly mature about it all though, giving her advice and correcting her grip occasionally, telling her to move faster or slower as the occasion demanded….and Hermione was shocked when Ginny showed her how to carry out the next part of her plan, still not quite her revenge, but very close…She wasn't sure if she could do it without freaking out. But every time she thought this, she just imagined the look on Malfoy's face and practised harder and longer.
It was the first day of school. She knew that she couldn't put it off any longer, and she was basically ready anyway. She dressed quickly that morning and hurried down to breakfast. As she sat down, Ginny smiled at her and gave her a small thumbs-up. Hermione smiled back at her. She looked at the staff table. Good, no-one there. Ginny had been true to her word and had gotten rid of all of them. It was still quite early so there were only a few people up, including, thankfully, Draco and his friend Blaise Zabini.
Hermione smirked triumphantly and waited. Finally, the plates of food began to appear, and she saw that the elves had remembered her request. There, in the middle of the table was a plate of carrots.
She had asked specifically for them near her seat and whole. She couldn't do it with ones that had been cut.
She pulled the plate toward her and resolutely looked through for the biggest, thickest one. She found one and took it off the plate, pushing the china over to where Ginny was sitting.
Ginny looked at her and she gulped, a sudden fear striking her. What if it didn't work, what if he just got worse and she just ruined her reputation even more?
But this wasn't the time for backing out, so she grabbed the carrot in both hands, pointing the tip to her mouth as though she was about to eat it whole.
She looked over at Malfoy and began to lick the tip of the vegetable. Her tongue swirled around the orange skin and she then began to lick up and down the length, her hands twirling it around so she could reach every side. She looked again at Malfoy and saw that he had finally noticed. He was gaping at her with a slightly glazed look in his eyes and she smiled tightly.
Hermione began to push the carrot into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until she had swallowed all but the base which she held in her hands. Making sure not to break eye contact with Malfoy, she pulled it out and then began to push and pull it through her lips, her tongue all the while swirling around and around it. She had a lot of people's attention now, but she didn't look at anyone save for Malfoy.
Then when he was beginning to look distinctly hot and bothered by the lustful way (entirely pretence) she was staring at him, she viciously bit down on the carrot. He flinched noticeably and she allowed herself a small smile of triumph as she stood with Ginny and left the room, smirking at an open-mouthed Malfoy as she threw the half eaten carrot at him.
Once they had left the room Blaise turned to Malfoy with a look of unreserved horniness in his eyes. "Whoa." He said to Malfoy as he shook his head in disbelief. "She means business man." Malfoy nodded in utter shock and put his chin in his hands. "I am so dead." He muttered.
And in this he was right. Hermione wasn't going to rest until he had been drawn and quartered and hung up to dry on the castle battlements. Quite literally, he was in trouble.