Third Prompt is up! It was quite fun to write this one as well, and I already know that there will be more to it in one of the later prompts.

I hope you all enjoy.

First, I must take the time to remind you of a few things.

Disclaimer: I do not own. I merely borrow J.K. Rowling's characters for my own ideas. J

Now, on with the show!

Prompt #3 Stare

Ron was too busy shoveling food into his mouth at breakfast one seemingly ordinary morning to notice that something -or rather someone- was causing quite a disturbance in the Great Hall. Murmurs and whispers flew from student to student faster than lightning. Harry cleared his throat rather loudly and obnoxiously while pulling on his tie to loosen it. (Was it just him or did it suddenly get very hot in here?) Hearing this, Ron looked up. His mouth, and the contents of it, dropped to the floor.

"Bloody hell," he managed to choke out and began loosening his tie as well.

Hermione Granger strutted over to the table and sat daintily between the two Gryffindor boys she had known since first year.

'Since when does she strut?' thought Ron, his anger boiling at all the stares she was getting from the rest of the guys.

"Morning, Harry," she sang then gave Ron a kiss on the cheek, "Good morning, Ron," Hermione purred, giving him a wicked grin that was missed by very few people. Almost the entire school had known about Ron's cheating on Hermione, but it seemed he finally got lucky with his girlfriend of a year and a half, the Gryffindor goody-goody.

She placed a couple of pancakes on her plate and doused them with syrup before stabbing into them with her fork.

'If only this were stupid 'Lav-Lav's' face,' she sneered in her head, thinking of the encounter from the night before.

Hermione was going around the castle checking classrooms with Draco Malfoy, as were part of their Head duties, and they just so happened to come across Ron and Lavender Brown full on snogging, practically shagging, in an alcove frequently used for such frivolities. Sure, she was hurt by what she saw, but she was expecting it. Ron had been acting strangely as of late, and Ginny told her she saw Lavender looking a bit too cozy with him in the common room one night. Now, she had proof for herself that he was a two-timing prat. That was when she concocted her plan.

Holding down the mid-thigh length black skirt as she slowly leaned across the table to add some bacon to her plate, she fought to keep the grin off her face that was attempting to pull up the sides of the glossed lips. It seemed the extra undone buttons were a wonderful idea after all.

"Uhmm… 'Mione, what… happened to… er, … to you? …You've never dressed… like this… before. What changed?" Ron had to take deep breaths every few seconds so he wouldn't hyperventilate.

This was extremely strange behavior for Hermione. Her white button-up had a few less buttons, showing an ample amount of cleavage, her gray vest was tighter, hugging her hourglass shape, and her hair was thrown back in a sexily messy bun. She even had on makeup!

"There is nothing wrong with looking good for my boyfriend. Is there, Ronald?" she was sincerely hurt that Ron would think she only wanted attention, so she decided to play up her emotions. If she dressed like this all the time, he wouldn't be acting like this, but just because she was more reserved than most slags at Hogwarts, he thought she was trying to shag everyone? Ridiculous.

"Oh, N-no," he stammered guiltily, his neck turning red as he thought about the night before with Lavender. This caused another murmur to go around the Hall. If Ron was wondering why she looked like this, then maybe it wasn't him that got lucky after all.

Hermione began eating breakfast as usual, everyone continued to talk and whisper amongst themselves about what could've gotten into Hermione, some saying she was turning into a whore, others saying she should dress like that more often. Her plan was working perfectly.

Right on time, the owls flew in with morning mail. Hermione smoothly caught the plain brown box that was dropping in front of her. Seeing this, the Great Hall quieted down, most people expecting what it would be.

Feigning the surprise perfectly, she pondered aloud, "What could this be? I'm not expecting anything. Mum sent a package just last week."

She shook the package, trying to guess what it could be. "And there's no name on it. Do you two know anything about this?" she looked to Harry and Ron, both shook their head 'No.'

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and began opening the package. Ron and Harry, along with most of the Great Hall, looked on in curiosity.

Suddenly, Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. Anger and hurt surging through her veins as she took in the sight she saw the night before for a second time, she turned to Ron.

"How could you? And with Lavender of all people? I thought you loved me!" she couldn't hold back the tears. "We. Are. Over. Ronald Weasley!" Hermione punctuated each word with the throwing down of a picture on the table.

Leaving the pictures of Ron in very provocative positions with Lavender behind, she stormed out of the Great Hall. Just as she expected, Harry, Ginny, Dean, and even Neville started in on the yelling right away. To Hermione's surprise, Ginny snatched the pictures up and hit Ron over the head with them. Everyone else began gossiping at top volume that she had finally found out about Ron and asked each other who they thought was the one to send the pictures in the first place.

No one had noticed that Hermione slipped back in through the doors. She wanted to watch her handiwork unfold, and a very Slytherin smirk was glued to her face as she did so. Well, no one noticed except one Draco Malfoy, who had watched the entire scene with unmistakable amusement gracing his features. Draco caught Hermione's eye just as she was about to leave and saw the smirk that rivaled his own. He grinned and shook his head, mouthing the words, 'You little liar.' Cheekily, she winked and giggled then continued with her original plans and left.

'Sexy little minx,' Draco thought, his eyes drinking in her swaying hips as she exited the Great Hall. 'She'll be the death of me.'

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Prompt Number 4 (Sliding) is already written, it just needs typing and editing. It'll most likely be up later tonight.

All constructive criticism is welcomed. I could use it!

Enough rambling from me. Thanks for reading!

-Princess.