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7,420
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all's fair in love and war...
Hermione walked wobbly back to her common room, her eyes wide as she contemplated her next move. What could she do? Her heart was pounding madly...had she actually done...what she\'d done?
Collapsing into a large red chaihe lhe looked into the glowing hearth of the fire, closing her eyes and trying to slow the beat of her heart, and the raggedness of her breathing.
Of all the stupid things I\'ve done in the past, this has to top them all....Bedding a PROFESSOR no less! An ex DeathEater! A man whose had tons of women...perhaps...no real way to prove that..anyway, a man who was much older, experienced and...just plain evil...
She wondered why she felt anything for him at all, beyond the fear and anger towards him, she could not deny that she found him darkly sexy. That voice, those hands...that mind. That brilliant mind of his was the absolute turn on, he knew everything...not limited to just Potions, and with his voice she could listen to him ramble off ingredients for days...
The common room was quite empty, save for some boys that mingled around Lavender as she batted her eyelashes at them. Hermione looked to her in envy...Lavender, now there was a girl who knew everything about prettying up to boys. But...Snape was a grown man...and not one to be won over with batting of eyelashes, and giggling at stupid jokes, which consequently he never made.
\"Stop it!\" she said giggling again, pushing Seamus from her, as he was crowding her quite obviously. Seamus turned red but still stayed around with her and the other boys.
Hermione sighed, and with a short \"accio parchment.\" a long white scroll flew into her open hand. She suspected that Pansy and her lot were already up to something horrible…and here she was all alone with no help at all.
She began writing at a mad pace, hoping it was going to end up legible. She decided that when going up against the Slytherin lot, she better be prepared, she just needed some good old Gryffindor rules.
Rule one: No outside assistance.
Rule 2: No defacing the opponent to make the other seem more lust worthy
Rule 3: No Love, lust, admiration etc...potions of ANY kind.
Rule 4: Glamour charms are not to be used at all.
Rule 5: This deal will be known between only Myself, Pansy, Millicent and Blaise.
There. That seemed to cover everything, without making her out to be a prude. She sighed heavily, and walked to her Head Girl room.
She knew she had until after supper to get ready, but the rapid beating of her heart would not stop. She went into her closet, digging around until her eyes lit up.
She pulled a white shirt bought for her second year. She smirked and flinging her other shirt off, pulled this one on. A little snug in the chest ar.tha.that was all and precisely what she had been planning.
She stood to the side, looking into the long mirror and blushing a bit. She looked quite heavily endowed now..not that she was flat chested, but now...hmmmm..
Good tactics. She thought to herself, unbuttoning the first two buttons on her tight blouse. If you want to beat a Slytherin, you have to think like a Slytherin
* * *
On the other side of the school, Pansy, Millicent and Blaise were all standing in the Slytherin common room, laughing and trying to come up with a brilliant plan to defeat the \'oh so intimidating goddess of shagging, Hermione Granger\'.
There was a small tap on the glass that broke the huddled group\'s attention, and Harry\'s owl stood perched outside, looking frightened. This was Slytherin territory.
Pansy smirked and bringing the owl inside took the scroll from its leg. It pushed away from her and darted out the window.
Pansy, still sing ing opened the first small piece of parchment with her name on it.
Pansy,
I\'ve included rules as follows. Hope you enjoy them. If any of the rules are broken, the competition is void, and the opposing party auticatically wins. This competition will be known only to you, me and your friends, otherwise the competition is over and the above mentioned will apply.
Hermione
Pansy dejectedly rolled open the scroll and let out a groan. Millicent and Blaise rushed over to see what was the matter.
\'Rules for the Shagging competition\' greeted them in a golden glare, and Pansy and he minions supressed an urge to tear it up.
The passed a wand over it, and saw that Hermione had created quite the wallop of spells to cover, and keep the deal fair and pertaining to her set rules.
\"She has to have rules for everything.\" Pansy commented dryly, her attention on the small scroll as she read it with Millicent and Blaise doing the same over her
shoulder.
\"Sounds fair enough.\" said Millicent diplomatically. Blaise nodded and Pansy shrugged.
\"I suppose.\" she saijectjectedly. \"But no outside assistance? No friends helping friends?\"
Millicent and Blaise\'s smirks were evident to Pansy as she looked to them. \"We\'re Slytherin\'s Pansy, we\'ll think of something.\"
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Hermione made her way down the hall to the Great Hall for dinner with Ron at her side. Her stomach was whirring and her mind as well. She had dressed reserved for dinner evidently, dessert would happen later. She felt a laugh well up in her about that one..
She made a note, NOT to look at Snape during dinner, as that would only be sure to turn him off. She imagined that last thing he would want, was a moony
schoolgirl...plus she already had the obvious disadvantage of being Gryffindor.
No matter. she thought to herself resolutely, It\'s about house pride. And I refuse to let down Gryffindor.
\"What are you thinking about \'Mione?\" Ron said nudging her, she broke off from her thoughts and looked to Ron with a faint smile on her face.
\"Nothing much Ron,\" she said looking to him with a soft smirk now, \"Just you know...thinking.\"
Ron nodded, and sat next to her in the Hall, looking at the food laid out in front of him. He quickly gobbled it down, not noticing Hermione looking to the Slytherin table.
They had each signed and delivered back the scroll she had currently locked up in her Head Girl chambers, and she co\'t \'t help but have the sneaking suspicious that something was truly amiss.
Against her own admonitions, she casually lifted her eyes to search out the frame of her Potion\'s Professor. But, to her immediate shock she saw that he was looking at her. He raised a dark eyebrow at her suddenly wide eyes.
Her eyes dropped as her cheeks flushed, she willed them to stop. What was he doing looking at her?
\"You alright \'Mione?\" Harry asked from across the table, \"You look slightly pink. Are you sick?\"
\"Fine Harry.\" Hermione grumbled, drinking her pumpkin juice in one swig, \"Just fine.\"
He couldn\'t have been looking at me, she thought deplorably, I\'ll just see... she lifted her eyes to see his and saw to her slight disgruntlement, that he was most certainly not looking at her, he was looking at Pansy.
Hermione now crestfallen looked to Pansy who herself was giving Snape such looks of her obvious intentions that she sur surprised that Snape didn\'t take her down to his chambers right then.
Hermione saw that he gave Pansy a sort of confused look, and then continued surveying the tables...when Hermione saw that gaze of his drift over to her table, she had already engrossed herself in a sudden and unexpected conversation with Ron and Harry about Quidditch.
When Ron and Harry were done relaying some stupid scores Hermione felt it was safe to leave. She was going to blow everything if she stayed. If Snape looked at her again she was going to turn beet red.
So imagine her immediate shock and humiliation when she stood up and ran smack into the figure of the infamous Severus Snape who was passing at that exact moment and happened to be carrying a glass of what Hermione assumed to be butterbeer.
She felt his rather strong and warm form as he held her shoulders a moment, the front of his shirt sopping wet. She looked to his eyes a moment, hoping they conveyed heologology. Which the evidently did not, as he then pushed her from him, sneering.
“Watch where you’re going Granger. Ten points.”
He turned giving her one last glare and made his way to the door, where…Hermione’s heart sank…oh no…Pansy was, holding a small washcloth. She smiled sweetly at him as he looked to her warily, Hermione couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she witnessed as Snape took the cloth from Pansy, and heading out the door mopped at his shirt.
\"All is fair in lond wnd war Granger,\" Pansy whispered to a furious Hermione as Pansy passed her heading back to her Slytherin table,
\"You better get used to it.\"
Collapsing into a large red chaihe lhe looked into the glowing hearth of the fire, closing her eyes and trying to slow the beat of her heart, and the raggedness of her breathing.
Of all the stupid things I\'ve done in the past, this has to top them all....Bedding a PROFESSOR no less! An ex DeathEater! A man whose had tons of women...perhaps...no real way to prove that..anyway, a man who was much older, experienced and...just plain evil...
She wondered why she felt anything for him at all, beyond the fear and anger towards him, she could not deny that she found him darkly sexy. That voice, those hands...that mind. That brilliant mind of his was the absolute turn on, he knew everything...not limited to just Potions, and with his voice she could listen to him ramble off ingredients for days...
The common room was quite empty, save for some boys that mingled around Lavender as she batted her eyelashes at them. Hermione looked to her in envy...Lavender, now there was a girl who knew everything about prettying up to boys. But...Snape was a grown man...and not one to be won over with batting of eyelashes, and giggling at stupid jokes, which consequently he never made.
\"Stop it!\" she said giggling again, pushing Seamus from her, as he was crowding her quite obviously. Seamus turned red but still stayed around with her and the other boys.
Hermione sighed, and with a short \"accio parchment.\" a long white scroll flew into her open hand. She suspected that Pansy and her lot were already up to something horrible…and here she was all alone with no help at all.
She began writing at a mad pace, hoping it was going to end up legible. She decided that when going up against the Slytherin lot, she better be prepared, she just needed some good old Gryffindor rules.
Rule one: No outside assistance.
Rule 2: No defacing the opponent to make the other seem more lust worthy
Rule 3: No Love, lust, admiration etc...potions of ANY kind.
Rule 4: Glamour charms are not to be used at all.
Rule 5: This deal will be known between only Myself, Pansy, Millicent and Blaise.
There. That seemed to cover everything, without making her out to be a prude. She sighed heavily, and walked to her Head Girl room.
She knew she had until after supper to get ready, but the rapid beating of her heart would not stop. She went into her closet, digging around until her eyes lit up.
She pulled a white shirt bought for her second year. She smirked and flinging her other shirt off, pulled this one on. A little snug in the chest ar.tha.that was all and precisely what she had been planning.
She stood to the side, looking into the long mirror and blushing a bit. She looked quite heavily endowed now..not that she was flat chested, but now...hmmmm..
Good tactics. She thought to herself, unbuttoning the first two buttons on her tight blouse. If you want to beat a Slytherin, you have to think like a Slytherin
* * *
On the other side of the school, Pansy, Millicent and Blaise were all standing in the Slytherin common room, laughing and trying to come up with a brilliant plan to defeat the \'oh so intimidating goddess of shagging, Hermione Granger\'.
There was a small tap on the glass that broke the huddled group\'s attention, and Harry\'s owl stood perched outside, looking frightened. This was Slytherin territory.
Pansy smirked and bringing the owl inside took the scroll from its leg. It pushed away from her and darted out the window.
Pansy, still sing ing opened the first small piece of parchment with her name on it.
Pansy,
I\'ve included rules as follows. Hope you enjoy them. If any of the rules are broken, the competition is void, and the opposing party auticatically wins. This competition will be known only to you, me and your friends, otherwise the competition is over and the above mentioned will apply.
Hermione
Pansy dejectedly rolled open the scroll and let out a groan. Millicent and Blaise rushed over to see what was the matter.
\'Rules for the Shagging competition\' greeted them in a golden glare, and Pansy and he minions supressed an urge to tear it up.
The passed a wand over it, and saw that Hermione had created quite the wallop of spells to cover, and keep the deal fair and pertaining to her set rules.
\"She has to have rules for everything.\" Pansy commented dryly, her attention on the small scroll as she read it with Millicent and Blaise doing the same over her
shoulder.
\"Sounds fair enough.\" said Millicent diplomatically. Blaise nodded and Pansy shrugged.
\"I suppose.\" she saijectjectedly. \"But no outside assistance? No friends helping friends?\"
Millicent and Blaise\'s smirks were evident to Pansy as she looked to them. \"We\'re Slytherin\'s Pansy, we\'ll think of something.\"
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Hermione made her way down the hall to the Great Hall for dinner with Ron at her side. Her stomach was whirring and her mind as well. She had dressed reserved for dinner evidently, dessert would happen later. She felt a laugh well up in her about that one..
She made a note, NOT to look at Snape during dinner, as that would only be sure to turn him off. She imagined that last thing he would want, was a moony
schoolgirl...plus she already had the obvious disadvantage of being Gryffindor.
No matter. she thought to herself resolutely, It\'s about house pride. And I refuse to let down Gryffindor.
\"What are you thinking about \'Mione?\" Ron said nudging her, she broke off from her thoughts and looked to Ron with a faint smile on her face.
\"Nothing much Ron,\" she said looking to him with a soft smirk now, \"Just you know...thinking.\"
Ron nodded, and sat next to her in the Hall, looking at the food laid out in front of him. He quickly gobbled it down, not noticing Hermione looking to the Slytherin table.
They had each signed and delivered back the scroll she had currently locked up in her Head Girl chambers, and she co\'t \'t help but have the sneaking suspicious that something was truly amiss.
Against her own admonitions, she casually lifted her eyes to search out the frame of her Potion\'s Professor. But, to her immediate shock she saw that he was looking at her. He raised a dark eyebrow at her suddenly wide eyes.
Her eyes dropped as her cheeks flushed, she willed them to stop. What was he doing looking at her?
\"You alright \'Mione?\" Harry asked from across the table, \"You look slightly pink. Are you sick?\"
\"Fine Harry.\" Hermione grumbled, drinking her pumpkin juice in one swig, \"Just fine.\"
He couldn\'t have been looking at me, she thought deplorably, I\'ll just see... she lifted her eyes to see his and saw to her slight disgruntlement, that he was most certainly not looking at her, he was looking at Pansy.
Hermione now crestfallen looked to Pansy who herself was giving Snape such looks of her obvious intentions that she sur surprised that Snape didn\'t take her down to his chambers right then.
Hermione saw that he gave Pansy a sort of confused look, and then continued surveying the tables...when Hermione saw that gaze of his drift over to her table, she had already engrossed herself in a sudden and unexpected conversation with Ron and Harry about Quidditch.
When Ron and Harry were done relaying some stupid scores Hermione felt it was safe to leave. She was going to blow everything if she stayed. If Snape looked at her again she was going to turn beet red.
So imagine her immediate shock and humiliation when she stood up and ran smack into the figure of the infamous Severus Snape who was passing at that exact moment and happened to be carrying a glass of what Hermione assumed to be butterbeer.
She felt his rather strong and warm form as he held her shoulders a moment, the front of his shirt sopping wet. She looked to his eyes a moment, hoping they conveyed heologology. Which the evidently did not, as he then pushed her from him, sneering.
“Watch where you’re going Granger. Ten points.”
He turned giving her one last glare and made his way to the door, where…Hermione’s heart sank…oh no…Pansy was, holding a small washcloth. She smiled sweetly at him as he looked to her warily, Hermione couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she witnessed as Snape took the cloth from Pansy, and heading out the door mopped at his shirt.
\"All is fair in lond wnd war Granger,\" Pansy whispered to a furious Hermione as Pansy passed her heading back to her Slytherin table,
\"You better get used to it.\"