Ploys of Seduction

She was driving him crazy, bloody insane. In all his years at this blasted school, not once has any girl made him feel like this, not even with his reputation as the Sex God of Slytherin to help him. And what was worse was that she knew what she did to him. How could she not? Why would she parade around their Heads dormitory in her shorts and revealing tops if she did not? God, the school robes did her no justice. But those shorts… he was salivating just watching her in them.

He clenched his teeth, telling himself to get a grip. Sure, after the war they weren’t as hostile towards each other. He would even go as far as saying that they were on speaking terms, though they were no where near being friends. But they could tolerate each other now. Draco knew that didn’t give him the okay to think about shagging her senseless, but it was her own damned fault. She shouldn’t have worn those shorts.

He had always thought she was a prude, but that was before they started sharing a dormitory. It was pretty much right on the spot to say that Hermione Granger was no inexperienced innocent. She was probably just as experienced as he was, only she was better at hiding it. Where his stories and conquests got around, hers did not. She knew how to pick them carefully, how to make them swear not to tell. It made me laugh to think that she went to such measures to make sure everything thought she was a prude. He didn’t put it past her to Obliviate a man’s memory once she was through with him.

After all, she was the best friend of Harry Potter, the Golden Boy, the defeater of Voldemort, the defender of the people, or whatever he was called these days. Draco didn’t really know what had gone on when they Trio was off during what should have been their seventh year, since no one really talked about it, but he knew that when they had come out of it, Hermione had beat the Weasel for the number one spot in Potter’s BFF list.

“Draco,” Hermione said sweetly. A little too sweetly. He knew the minx was up to something.

He looked up from the couch in their common room where he was reading his book. She was sitting on the opposite couch, smiling at him innocently. “What?” he said cautiously.

“I was wondering if you could help me with a little something,” she said, twirling her hair. Her once bushy hair was now relaxed and wavy with magic. Draco would be the first to admit he liked the new look better. However, he would be the last to say that he wanted to pull on it as she sucked him off.

He looked at her questioningly, not saying anything.

“It’s just,” she sighed dramatically, rubbing the back of her neck, “I have this knot in my neck that just won’t go away no matter what spells I use. It’s my fault really, for staring down at my books for so long, but would you be a dear and help me with it?”

He watched her wearily. What was her game? He nodded and stood up, walking behind her to massage her neck. She stood as he came, her back to him. She was still a few inches shorter than him. As his fingers worked their magic on her, he heard her moan. He groaned quietly. Was that the sound she would make under him? “Right there,” she breathed. “Oh that feels so good. Oh Draco.”

He felt himself grow hard at her mumblings. She pressed her back to his chest. So was this her intention? It infuriated him. She knew what she did to him and made sure he felt it any time she could. It was like she got pleasure out of his pain. That was it. He had had enough.

Infuriated now, he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, pushing her against the wall. He put his hands on the wall on either side of her, glaring at her. “Ow what was that for you arse?” she demanded.

“Don’t play stupid with me witch,” he seethed. “For weeks you’ve been tormenting me, parading around here with your short skirts, bringing boys into your room, not even bothering with silencing charms. Tell me Granger, was that all really for my benefit? Is that how you got off? Thinking of me while you’re shagging everyone else?”

“Don’t be stupid Malfoy,” she rolled her eyes, though there was a small smirk on her lips. “Though I got to say Draco you’re pretty sexy when you’re mad.”

This aggravated him even more. He leaned forward and crushed her lips with his in a bruising kiss.

“Draco stop it,” she said between kisses.

He ignored her, and pressed himself against her small body so she could feel his clothed erection against her core. He pulled away when he heard her whimper. “See what you do to me?” he demanded. His hand went to her breast, cupping it harshly.

“Draco, wait, just listen to me,” she pleaded.

He stopped, keeping his erection pressed against her stomach and his hand on her breast as he looked at her. ‘What?”

“What if – we make a deal?” she smiled seductively.

He knew that look and Draco Malfoy was almost scared to answer. “What kind of deal?”

“What if you have to try to seduce me, you have to make me want to beg you to take me and ravish me anywhere and everywhere,” she said, her lips not far from his own.

“I could do that now,” he said. And to prove his point, he squeezed her breast in his hand.

“Yes you probably could but it’ll be more fun this way,’ she promised. “Besides, if you just do this now, it would be more of a rape and I don’t think you’re a rapist. Are you a rapist Draco?”

He glared at her, knowing she had him. Draco Malfoy was anything but a rapist. “How long do I have?” he asked instead of answering.

“One month,” she said firmly. He wondered from her tone how much thought she’d given this. “I know you’ve seduced many a girls before, so here’s your chance to try to have me. Use all your tricks and see if I succumb.”

“What if I win?” he asked slowly.

She laughed at this. “You mean besides the best sex of your life? Well you get to go around admitting that you shagged one of the Golden Trio.”

“And if you win?” he asked. The best sex of his life? Even hearing that made him even harder.

“If I win, you have to go a month without magic,” she said.

“And if I don’t agree?”

“Then you lose your chance at having me,” she leaned in close, breathing in his ear as she took his ear lobe between her teeth. “And trust me, you will always regret that.”

“Fine,” he said, stepping back. “But when I win, I hope you know that sex will be a regular thing here. And I don’t share. So these guys that come in here will have to stop.”

“If you win,” she smirked, “I will only have sex with you.” She looked down between them, eyeing his erection. She smirked back at him. “Now you might want to go handle that erm – little problem you have.” She snickered.

He glowered at her as she walked away and then groaned, turning to go to take a cold shower. Damn his luck. He had just wanted a quick shag just to teach her a lesson about teasing, but he had a feeling he was now in for a lot more.

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AN - So this is my first story that's not a one shot, and my second story ever. Hope you guys like it and it's going to get really juicy so I hope you guys keep reading! Review and rate please :]