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"Blaise?" Hermione turned to look at him. He had stopped stroking her sides as soon as Draco had walked into the room and said his name in a 'you better come with me, if you know what is good for you' tone.
"Draco." Blaise acknowledged him, Draco had stormed moodily from the house after he had witnessed Hermione and Blaise together. He hadn't listened to his father's harsh warnings as he bolted from the door, but he was back now.
He looked over to the couch, he knew Hermione was appraising him from the corner of her eye, but what he didn't know was what she was getting out of being with Blaise.
Draco felt betrayed, sure. He was annoyed, definitely. But most of all, Draco was pissed. And a pissed Draco was good for nobody, especially not his former best friend.
"A word." Draco was walking out of the room before Blaise could even reply. Hermione lifted herself away from Blaise and let him up from underneath her. Hermione knew what they were going to discuss, but she couldn't help listening in anyway.
"You arse!" Draco was surprised at his choice of adjective. There was an array of other – stronger – words that he could have used, but 'arse' was the only word that was ready on his lips. Draco could have kicked himself. If he was trying to act tough, 'arse' was definitely not the way to go about it.
"Oh, I hope that you don't hurt my feelings too much with your foul mouth!" Blaise joked and then they both burst out into laughter.
But, Draco was nowhere near forgetting what Blaise had done to deserve his anger in the first place. "Bloody foul git, then!" Draco pushed a finger into Blaise's chest. "Does that work better for you, because I know what doesn't work well for me..." Draco shoved him back with a hand to the chest. "You pushing up on the girl that I said was my target!"
"You know what," Blaise was pushing Draco back. If there was an actual, physical fight, they would be pretty evenly matched. "I might actually like this girl, so can't I just have one... Or do you have to get them all? Even if all you want to do is screw with them."
"You can have Astoria if you want, but Granger is mine." Draco looked back towards the room that contained a feisty brunette who was almost about to punch the wall out of frustration. Who does he think he is, claiming me! Hermione thought, but then she realised she was missing the rest of the conversation and she turned back in.
Blaise shook his head, "Nah man." He started to walk back to the closed door, "I'm calling the shots now, dick head." Blaise had to admit that it felt good to tell Draco to sod off for once.
Hermione sprinted back to the sofa as she heard the door open. "He just needed my help on a problem with Astoria." Blaise lied easily as he folded himself back on to the sofa. Hermione watched as Draco walked in and sat himself on a high backed chair, distancing himself from them.
Hermione smirked and pulled Blaise down so his head was lying on her lap. "Girlfriend issues," Malfoy explained as he glared in their direction.
"One of many issues." Hermione muttered and Blaise laughed, the sound reverberated through Hermione, it was a feeling that warmed her up. It felt nice. Blaise was a truly decent guy, the other guy – a blond haired twat – was not so much of a good guy and was more of your average 'I'll screw you over and laugh about it' kind of person.
Hermione couldn't believe that she had almost fallen for it, she had been mentally slapping herself ever since she heard his real intentions.
Draco found himself watching them, curled up on the sofa, her hands in his hair. That should be him; he was supposed to be the one who got to screw her over. Instead, Blaise was just going to screw her – and would probably tell him how great she was.
He knew that he should let Blaise have one girl. He deserved at least one decent girl. Not Granger! Of all the times that Blaise could screw him over, he decided that now would be the perfect time.
Well, Draco could only assume that this was karma coming back to slap him across the face in the worst way possible. Lord knows he had done a lot of bad things. He deserved to have his best friend and enemy going at it. NO! Draco practically screamed in his head, No, I will win...I always win.
"Draco!" The elder Malfoy screamed through the corridors for his son. "We are ready to go!"
"Blaise." The yell for the other teenage boy came almost simultaneously to that for Draco.
"I have to go, cara." Blaise smiled his Italian heritage showing through his choice of pet names for her. Hermione suddenly felt the full heaviness of guilt that she was going to have to carry around. He was getting too attached to a girl who didn't feel the same.
"Bye." Draco didn't even acknowledge her as he made his way past Blaise and to the front door of the house. "I'll see you soon."
Hermione sunk to the sofa after he had left. Blaise had tried to kiss her, but she had turned her head at the last minute and let his lips touch her cheek instead. Maybe she shouldn't get back at Draco this way. Maybe she needed a different tactic. A tactic that didn't hurt the sweetest boy she had ever met.
Maybe Blaise would get over it quickly. He was friends with Malfoy, so Malfoy's harsh attitude to girls must have rubbed off to some extent.
Well, what good plan didn't have casualties? None. Hermione thought, come on, you can't lie to yourself. You know this is wrong!
Hermione stood up and walked to her room. She tried to fall asleep, but her guilt just floated around and around in her head.
Monday morning she pulled her car into the lot, she would go back to being super nonchalant. Blaise didn't deserve to be played like she was being played. Draco deserved everything that was coming to him, but Blaise had nothing coming for him.
"Hey sexy." Draco. She groaned and continued walking into school.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she could hardly stand to look at him, but she had a new plan. He had to fall in love with her, and then she would crush him.
"You." He gripped one of her hips and thrust her into a wall. "Right here, right now."
"Not even in your dirtiest, wildest dreams would that happen." she smirked, "because that is just wishful thinking."
"You know, I die a little inside every time you turn me down." He made a hurt expression fall through his features.
She laughed, the feeling of her body pushing against him as she laughed made him push her further towards the wall, "Maybe all the shitty bits of you will die than," she smirked a smirk that even Draco had to admit, could rival his own, "And then I will let the nice Draco take me up against the wall in a school corridor."
"Deal."
She put a hand on his chest and pushed him back gently, "I'm not something to be won, Malfoy." She felt utterly repulsed at being so close to him. "Get that out of your head before I smash it out."
"Babe," her eyebrows rose a notch, "No one can resist me."
"You have just met someone who can, Mr. Malfoy." She walked past him, and he watched her sway down the hall. He would have to go and disinfect everywhere she touched now. Too bad his brain couldn't be wrung out.
He sighed; this was going to be harder than he thought.
"Save it Nott." He had already seen his mate opening his mouth to poke fun at his failure.
FLASH BACK!
Nott had smiled at him, his hand drumming a tune on the table as he watched 'little-miss-perfect' Granger taking avid notes. "I bet you won't be able to get her into your bed."
Draco had laughed, smirking at each of the four guys listening to Nott speak in turn. "What's on the table Nott?"
"You get to humiliate her, and we'll give you £250 each." They had obviously already decided on the terms of the bet.
Draco couldn't believe that it was that simple. "What's the catch?"
"She has to be in love with you, and tell you in front of someone else that she has fallen for you."
Well, Draco thought, where was the fun when you knew you would win?
He smirked; he had been so convinced that it would be easy. That he would be able to congratulate himself on a job well done in under a week and be on his way – with a girl dying from a broken heart lying on the pavement behind him. He wouldn't care, because that was who he was.
But he was finding himself getting more and more agitated with every moment he spent in her company.
It was like she knew exactly what buttons to press to get him all riled up.
No girl – EVER! – treated him like this. Hermione had to have a screw loose not to fall for him, he was hot! He knew it was conceited to think that if himself...but who gave a shit. He could be conceited all he wanted.
Nott smiled and slapped his mate on the backside of his blond head. "Mate, you've got a month left." Draco Malfoy was going to kill Theodor Nott before the month was up. He was sure that people would be seeing him in the paper under JAILED FOR MURDER pretty soon.
Who did Nott think he was to slap him? Draco knew he was a prat, but thick and with a death wish, he thought Theo knew better than to punch him when he was down.
Hermione had been smiling all day. There was nothing better that pissing off someone you didn't like.
That was until she was pushed into a wall, hands on her backside and hot breath tickling her ear. She was about to kick the person in front of her where it hurts, but then she recognised the smell.
"So hostile, babe?" Draco.
Hermione laughed, "Only to people I can't stand." She wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled him down closer. "You need to try harder to get me," she smirked. "I don't fall for a quicky in the broom closet Malfoy."
"You could definitely stand me two mornings ago." He smiled, as if thinking back to it made him happy. "You even let Blaise watch."
"That's because I wanted his hands down my knickers not yours." She laughed at him and then pushed him away. Her hand put pressure on the spot between his legs and she felt him jerk before he let out a barely audible groan. He certainly didn't look as small as she had made him out to be. "Sweety, I'd fix that for you, but I have places to be..." she started to move away for him, "And I don't really want to."
"Get back here!" he called after her, "You started it,"
"Actually you did," she laughed, "You rudely pushed me into a wall..." she turned away from him and pushed sunglasses into place on her head before calling back over her shoulder to him, "Have fun, Mr. Malfoy." He slammed his foot into the wall.
The only success he had made was pissing himself off...and he could really do without that.
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