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Chapter 3...
Hermione woke up the next morning and slammed her head back down on to her pillow. Memories at what she had confessed to doing last night had just resurfaced and she sighed. "Now this is just dandy!"
"What is?"
Hermione screamed, "AHHH!" she fell out of bed as her heart began to beat in overdrive and she struggled to breath.
"You really are fascinating to watch sleep," The blond haired arsehole sat on her chair watching her. Suddenly, her anger evaporated to be replaced with embarrassment as she realised that she was wearing a miniature silk nightdress and as she looked down to follow Draco's gaze, her face turned a violent maroon. Heat kissed her hair line as she tried to shove her right breast back into the nightdress without being violently sick from embarrassment.
"Especially when you are screaming my name!"
"I was not..." she looked at him, "GET OUT!" she screamed as she suddenly realised that he had barged into her room without her permission, and had watched her sleep! "Just because we told everyone we slept together, doesn't mean I would ever actually do it!" she smirked, "Apparently, you have really unsatisfactory, un-pleasuring assets."
"That came from a hostile bitch," he laughed, "You shouldn't listen to rumours," he walked to the door, "Because, 'apparently' you are an uncontrollable skank slash prostitute."
"Ugh!"
"Sexually frustrated again?" He laughed before he turned his back on her, "As much as I would like to see that particular body part again – I could do without seeing your face though – you need to be ready for lunch in ten minutes."
"Is that why you dragged your fat arse up here?" Hermione jumped off the floor and pulled one of her bed sheets around herself.
Draco ran his eyes up her covered body, remembering what he had seen not five minutes ago. "Slut."
"Looks like you fell out of the ugly tree and hit all of the branches on the way down!" Hermione screamed back, cursing herself as that was the only insult she could think of, and even she realised it was bad!
Draco smirked at her, "Looks like someone had a bowl of bitch flakes this morning!" ok, I take it back. Hermione thought as she stifled a giggle, his insult is far worse than mine.
Draco walked back into the room, stepping closer to her and standing on the trailing edges of the sheet so that even if she wanted to step bahck, se wouldn't be able to. "You are not so good at saying things in your head, you know?" Her muttered into her ear and then nibbled on her lobe.
"And you are not very good at convincing a girl to sleep with you, but I am not complaining!"
"You will be, when you realise how much fun you could have been having with me." Draco grabbed onto her hips and then pushed her away so that she fell onto the bed, her hair splayed out around her head and her body open welcomingly.
"Really?"
Hermione couldn't help thinking that his actions were rather odd. Yesterday morning, he couldn't stand her. She still couldn't stand him, but it looked like he was steadily changing his mind.
"Malfoy?" She asked as she felt his hand trailing up her thigh and getting closer to her knickers line. She moaned involuntarily as his hand slipped under the material.
"Yes?" his eyes were a lust filled grey and they looked down at her. The presence of his weight on her brought her back to reality. It was hard to fight the feelings that his hand – which was currently circling around that area – were stirring up within her, but she just had to make sure that she stopped whatever this was, right now.
"Stop!" she tried to push him off her, but he was too heavy. "Malfoy!" she gasped, whatever he was doing was sending her body through a tidal wave of emotions – pleasure, contentedness, anger (she hadn't wanted him to do this to her, but now that he was she found herself itching for more) and annoyance that he wouldn't listen to her.
"Malfoy, get off her!" Blaise was suddenly at the doorway to his room.
"Seriously! What are you guys doing here?" Hermione was the first to break the awkward silence in the room that had followed Baise's arrival. Draco's hand was still had his hand down her knickers and he was still lying on her. "Malfoy?" his hand withdrew from her knickers and caressed the smooth skin that he had revealed when he pushed up her night dress.
"You were just so tempting." He found himself biting down the skin of her stomach and then he looked up, making sure to make eye contact with Blaise. Hermione couldn't stand it, the pain of his teeth that oddly caused a wave of pleasure made her moan and wrap her legs around his upper body. He kissed over the spot where he had just marked her and then flicked his gaze to her eyes.
"Hermione?" Blaise asked from the doorway. She had completely forgotten that he was there. "You need to get dressed." He looked pointedly at Malfoy and then grabbed on to his arm and dragged him out of the room.
"Dude!" Malfoy looked at Blaise and then smacked him upside the head.
"I thought you couldn't stand her?" Blaise asked, putting a hand onto his friends shoulder and stopping them in one of the long corridors that led to where their parents were waiting. It was probably best to have this conversation where no adults could hear them.
"I can't." Malfoy replied, shrugging his shoulders and loosening the tie he wore around his neck, he watched as Blaise appraised his answer.
Blaise looked like he was about to slap him, "Then why the hell are you toying with her?"
"Dude, it's for a good reason!" Blaise was about to ask what this reason was when Draco opened his mouth again, "I made a bet with someone that if I could get her to lose her virginity to me than they would give me a thousand quid!"
"You don't need the money, so why are you doing this?" Blaise looked shocked; he could never imagine his friend to be such a cold hearted git.
"To get back at her for showing me up," He laughed, "It's about time that she learns who I am, and what I can do."
"You sound like a twat!" Blaise started to walk away, "I thought that you were better than this!"
"I'm better than her and she needs to learn that!"
Hermione sunk to the floor. She had heard all of what they had said. So that performance this morning was to win a bloody bet! She was starting to feel like that could get along! Hell, she had let him turn her on. Luckily Blaise had walked in before Malfoy had gotten his hand any further into her knickers, or he would have felt just had wet he had made her.
The first guy who had ever gotten his hand down there was just using her to win a bet! Well, he was actually just trying her put her in her place. Wherever that was!
She knew where his place was. In hell with the rest of the guys who take advantage of innocent girls.
She would make him wish that he had never crossed her path, and she would die before she let him sleep with her. It was funny how different a person's tune could change in ten minutes.
She pushed herself up from the floor. She hadn't even realised that she had slid down the wall until her bum crashed painfully into the carpet. She was going to make him pay for ever trying to get the better of her.
He was going to wish that he had never been born.
He watched her walk down the stairs, she was smiling. He hated to think of the way he was going to have to touch her. He felt repulsed by the idea of ever being with her in that way.
She clearly wasn't repulsed by the idea! He smiled to himself as he remembered her reaction, the way she moaned and hissed, how wet she was – she thought he couldn't tell, but he had had enough experience with girls to know exactly what they were thinking by the way they reacted.
Every moment he was touching her, he was thinking of someone else. Anyone else, it was the only way that he could get over the idea of how awful taking her would be.
She smiled and sashayed over to him. "Hey." She said, he assumed she was talking to him, but she pushed past him and wrapped her hand around Blaise's forearm. This was not what she was supposed to do! Draco thought as he watched his cash prize making gooey eyes at his best friend. Not after what I just made her feel. He should have been the one who she had her hands on.
He would have hated every touch, but at least he would know that he was closer to winning the money and putting the bitch in her place.
"Blaise?" she cocked her head, motioning towards the dining room where his and Blaise's fathers were waiting and her mother was dishing out food.
Draco watched as his best friend walked past him, holding onto Hermione. Blaise knew what he was trying to do, and he was spoiling the plan that Draco had expertly constructed – ok, maybe it was more of a one sentence plan. Get the granger girl to sleep with him. That was his plan, and it had never failed him before.
Clearly he had to re-write the plan. He thought this would be an open and shut case. Obviously not. Hermione was not other girls, she wasn't throwing herself at him. Even though the thought that he might be losing his touch crossed Draco's mind, he just laughed it off.
Me losing my touch, he laughed as he thought it, never in a million years would that happen.
With this comforting thought, he followed after the bushy haired girl and his friend. They were just getting ready to sit at the table when Draco walked in. Draco nudged Blaise out of the way, giving him a pointed look which just screamed 'back OFF!' and then proceeded to pull out Hermione's chair.
Instead of taking the seat Hermione walked past it to the next one and promptly sat down before Draco could move towards it. "Thanks mate." Blaise took the seat that Draco had pulled out, "you really didn't have too!" Blaise winked jokingly at him and made a kissy face.
Draco was about to curse him, when Hermione started laughing and he remembered where he was. He was in front of his parents. He couldn't hurt Blaise without having a good telling off by one of the three adults present. He would have to wait until they were alone.
Draco was fuming the whole way through the meal, he could hardly look at Hermione – who was still pissing him off, just by being there (even though it was her house) – and he was becoming increasingly frustrated with the fact that she seemed way more interested in Blaise that she was in him.
"Do you need anything Blaise?" Hermione asked, for what seemed like the four thousandth time, and Draco couldn't help thinking that they both needed a good slap across the face – he actually had to sit on his hands to stop himself from shoving Hermione's face into her plate.
"Actually I could use the bathroom." Blaise responded and Hermione jumped up to escort him.
She took his hand and pulled him towards the door of the dining room, "I'll show you where it is."
"Thanks." They walked out of the room; there was a comfortable silence between them until Hermione spun round.
Her lips found their way on to his as he smashed himself to her body; suddenly he was pushing her against the wall and trapping her there.
Hermione moaned as he licked her bottom lip and she granted him entrance. She had to keep reminding herself that she was doing this for a reason, but she had a hard time keeping a straight train of thought while he was moving against her like that.
Draco was fuming. He watched as his best friend was basically in the process of taking Granger right there against the wall.
"What was that for?" Blaise asked as she pulled away from him.
"You see this morning, when Draco was doing that to me..." she tailed off, knowing both Blaise and Draco - who she knew was listening - would get what she was referring too. "I was wishing it was you." She heard as Draco took in a breath. She knew he was there. She had said what she had to bait him.
Phase one of her plan was in motion.
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