Hermione woke feeling once again like this day was going to drag. Just like every other day; recently it seemed as if Harry and Ron were both too interested in Quidditch or other girls to spend that much time with her. Then she remembered her challenge, and everything got a little bit more exciting. She was going to have to think about how to work this, how on earth she was going to make a Slytherin sleep with her was beyond her imagination but she just had to try. The usual morning routine left Hermione to daydream and think about how this was going to play out, she should try to get with a Slytherin first, get the hardest house out the way and then move on to a Ravenclaw, once she fucked a Slytherin it would be a home run from there. Hermione stumbled down the stairs, head in the clouds, navigating through a torrent of thoughts and plans; she didn't even notice that Malfoy was headed down the stairs opposite to hers and she slammed into his chest with full force, bounding back and nearly tripping over the stairs she had just come down. Malfoy only laughed again but put a hand on her shoulder to steady her, he raised an eyebrow and turned to the portrait door without another word, and all Hermione could do was stand and stare after him, ignoring that small part of her that wondered how was his chest so hard? And I wonder what it's like to have sex with Draco Malfoy.
Rough, probably really rough.
Hermione had to ignore the tingly feeling she was getting all over her body and she shook her mane of wild brown curls and hurried to breakfast.
The Great Hall was loud and obnoxious as always, but the clear skies spread across the ceiling lightened her mood ever so slightly as she sat in between Harry and Ginny. Ron sat across from her, as usual stuffing his face with a plate full to bursting and a big grin around his food, "Hi Hmiuneee," "Hey Ron, enjoying your breakfast?" she laughed and he nodded in reply, refocusing his energy on eating. Hermione could hear Harry talking to her about some sort of homework, but she was intent on scouting out the Slytherin table, she knew she had to pick someone who wasn't that stuck up, someone who wouldn't sneer at her blood status. Good luck.
"Hermione?" Harry muttered poking her ribs, "are you listening to me?"
"Oh, what? Sorry I was just, off somewhere, carry on," she smiled at him to defuse the tension and he continued speaking, asking if she would be willing to help them with some History of Magic homework, of course Hermione agreed, she never passed up an opportunity to help her friends and put what she knew to good use, but some part of her knew that this Four Houses Challenge was going to take up a lot of her time, purely because she couldn't lose of course - no other reason.
She didn't need sex to stop her from being moody or bossy or anything else she was said to be, she just wanted to win, and that was all.
Potions, she realised, was going to be the perfect place to get close to a Slytherin. The potions room was small, dark and cramped and she had to share it with the Year 7 Slytherin's, it was a fantastic set up. Hermione slammed her book bag onto the table and pulled out those she needed, the bag was still full to bursting but she was relieved to be able to put it down, her shoulder was beginning to ache. The Slytherin's sat in their places, dominating the front portion of the room, eager to grab Professor Snape's attention, not realising this gave Hermione the perfect opportunity to look at them. She tried to ignore the fact that her 'scouting' only led her back to Malfoy, and diminished the occurrence as an unfortunate side effect of his white-blonde hair - he just stood out.
Finally after spending half the lesson unfocused on her potion; she had picked out Cody Becket, he was an Irish student, ambitious and cunning, like any Slytherin but she knew that he had few friends within the house - he chose to keep to himself and spoke politely to people from other houses, he'd never shown any hostility towards Gryffindor's or muggle born wizards so she'd come to the conclusion out of all Slytherin's, he was her best shot.
Now to actually talk to him.
"Hello, Cody? Could you please pass me some flobberworm tails, please?" Not the most romantic pick-up line but it got his attention, when he turned she gave him a brilliant smile and leant forward across the oak desk. Cody stuttered out a reply, shocked that she would even speak to a Slytherin and handed it over, Hermione pushed across the table further to accept it and knew she was probably showing some cleavage, the more the better, she thought and thanked him in a low voice, still smiling brightly, this time he smiled back.
As she leant back Hermione saw Malfoy looking back at her with a raised eyebrow and she shrugged him off, turning to face a bemused looking Harry, "What the hell was that?" but before she could reply Ron stared at her and pointed accusingly at his desk, "I have flobberworms right here!" the words were sputtered out as his face turned pink and Hermione pretended to appear confused,
"Oh, I didn't notice" she shrugged and smiled at the pair before returning to crush said flobberworm tails.
At lunch, the Hall was even louder than breakfast and Hermione was once again ecstatic to put down her bag, due to the beautiful weather the house elves had to put together a rather extravagant picnic, the table was lined with an assortment of sandwiches, crisps, cheeses and cakes, naming just a few items on the list of endless food and Hermione was delighted at change from soups, and roasts and decidedly cold-weather food they'd been having recently.
Cody was sat at the end of the Slytherin table nearest the doors and ignoring the strange looks she was going to receive; Hermione got up and walked over to him.
"Hey" was all she sputtered out, now she was over here, it came to her attention she hadn't planned what to say, so there she stood, at the head of the Slytherin table, trying to make small talk with a Slytherin boy. Then he smiled at her and greeted her so warmly she stood there shocked, he put a hand on her shoulder and knew she had to switch into flirt mode as soon as possible.
"So, I was just wondering, if you're not doing anything next weekend…" she stroked his arm as she spoke and a grin broke out across his face.
"Is Hermione Granger about to ask me out?" he laughed and she instantly assumed he was mocking her. She pulled her hand back.
"Yes! So what if I am?" Cody smiled at her and reassured Hermione he was playing with her. Hermione had also realised she was terrible at flirting. "So what do you say?" Cody's mouth opened to reply but his voice wasn't the one that spoke.
"No, he won't. You should know by now Granger that the Head Girl has responsibilities, she can't possibly let herself get distracted by a relationship." Draco had stood behind Cody and was glaring maliciously into the back of his head, his eyes turned up to Hermione's stricken face and he smirked, "No one in the other houses will date you, Granger? This your last resort?" Her face turned red and his grin broadened, "Now, Becket, you wouldn't possibly want to distract Granger here from her duties would you?" The only nice Slytherin at the school looked between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
"No, sorry Hermione, I'm busy anyway." and with that, Cody turned back to his table and stared at his sandwich, whilst those surrounding them gawped at the scene before them. Malfoy stared down Hermione and she could see a faint redness to the tip of his ears, similar to when Ron blushed. She let out a frustrated sigh and turned to storm out of the Great Hall. Ignoring the confused faces of her friends, and the strangers who stood to get a better view.
Hermione had rushed out of the hall and headed straight for the Head Girls Dormitory, she then realised Malfoy could easily get to her there and she turned down a different corridor, walking aimlessly just to clear her head. What was he doing? It was okay for him to whore around but as soon as she spoke to someone, she had to focus on being Head Girl? What was with that bullshit! Hermione realised it was probably because she'd spoken to a Slytherin, Malfoy wouldn't want his house tainted by her mudblood status and that worked at making her even more enraged. How dare he!
"Granger!" Hermione stopped herself and spun around staring furiously at the cocky, obnoxious Slytherin that was storming towards her. "What," he pushed her roughly against the wall "do you think," he held her wrists against the wall at her sides, "you're playing at?" He was stood so close that she could smell the aftershave he used, he smelt like lemon and grass mixed in slightly with sweat and she was enclosed against the wall smelling only him with nowhere to go as his eyes bore into her own, searching them for an answer to his question.
"Excuse you?" she growled through her teeth "Why is it any of your business what I do?" she saw Malfoy falter and his ears grew red tips but he didn't exactly answer the question.
"It isn't, of course it isn't! But I just think there's no need to go whoring yourself around school, okay?"
"Like you care!" she spat back, embarrassed and adamant that he had no say in what she did.
"What if I do? I just think you shouldn't, okay Granger?" pressing himself up against her body Malfoy whispered in her ear, "If you want to fuck someone, I'm only in the room over from you, y'know?" Her eyes bugged and she felt her jaw go slack at his offer, but felt the rest of her body hum with excitement. No, No that's Malfoy! He only smirked at her lost expression and kissed across her jaw and down her neck, biting and licking a hot trail to her collarbone, she squirmed and felt herself turn to goo at the feel of his lips, he gently bit her collarbone and kissed back up, hovering over her lips. He stared into her wide eyes, the grey was cold and flinty but now the blush had spread to the tops of his cheeks, very faint but she could see it, lit by the glow of candles inset into the wall behind her. Malfoy pushed off her, seemingly shocked at his own actions; but he quickly recovered smirking at her and winking.
"Don't dismiss the offer, okay Granger?"