The Truth Can Be Ugly

Draco opened his eyes and let out a huge yawn, which relaxed into a grin. That little bit of deviousness he did last night was the perfect ticket to success.

It was approximately one week into his final year- a month ago- that he realized that everything was dull. There was no satisfaction seeing how he obsessively studied his new books to be ahead of Granger for the incoming year. Where he once found all the girls staring and giggling at him when he walked by a possible new conquest he now rolled his eyes.

He beat out all contenders for Head Boy, and sitting here now he really felt as though his game with Granger was what kept him sane this past month. Looking back on that Sunday night in the first week, he felt a genuine smile across his face.

(Flashback)

Draco had been just getting done polishing his new broomstick, when he glanced across the room at the new Head Girl who was curled up in an armchair in front of the fire. That one moment sparked an epiphany. Hermione Granger was quite possibly the only other student in Hogwarts as bored as him, counting the fact she was once again reading Hogwarts, A History instead of pouring over her books.
As he continued to stare, he also realized that she was the only girl who didn’t giggle and stare when he entered the room. He didn’t want to find out why it bothered him so much.
She stood and stretched, and he realized he did want to find out how he managed to overlook that curvy petite frame with the tanned, toned legs and great rack. Granger’s boxer and tank top pajama showed off all her greatest assets. Who ever she was, Granger must be Victoria’s biggest Secret to date.

He was still staring as Granger turned to leave and decided on the spot to go through with his half- formed idea.

“Granger, who would’ve thought under those ugly robes you, of all people, had a great body.” He put it as bluntly as he knew how.


Did Draco Malfoy, who had been staring at her for five minutes straight, just give her a compliment? Hermione stopped where she was and turned slowly. She felt a little thrill of pleasure as he once again looked her over, his eyes resting at her chest. She cleared her throat. Once she had his full attention, she walked deliberately towards him where he sat back in his chair.

This was going to be too easy.

Carefully, she bent over and placed both arms on the sides of the chair and leaned in to whisper into his ear. Her breath was hot and she sensed the shiver down his spine he worked to cover up.
“Just because you overlooked me for the past seven years,” she stated in a low voice, “doesn’t mean everyone else has.”
When she pulled back, she wore a smirk not unlike the one he always reserved for her. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. He recovered by giving her a lazy once over glance.
“So let’s do something about it then.”

It was Hermione’s turn to be shocked. She thought to have a joke, give him a little comment to think about in the weeks to come, nothing more. Saying she had filled into herself was putting it lightly. Losing the baby fat, and a healthy dose of running, had given her a figure that most girls envy. Perfect hourglass, as Ginny put it, but why would Draco be interested? True he was less a git than usual, and some occasions he was quite thoughtful, but to lower himself to fool around with her?

“Don’t look so shocked. I know how to appreciate a great body when I see it. And since you so obviously like to flaunt it, why not do something about it rather than talk?” Draco assured. He knew she was reasonable, and he was sure that talking about this with logic would get her to agree.

Hermione looked at Draco. He was serious. He was freaking dead serious. She had thought about him - she couldn’t lie to herself. She did look, it was hard not to when he stripped down in the common room after a Quidditch practice on the way to the shower.

And then of course there was the incident, as she liked to think of it. It happened the third night they were here. She had forgotten her book and she may or may not have walked in on him shagging Padma in the common room. They both knew that he knew that she saw him, but she would never admit to it.

“I never thought the Prince of Slytherin would be propositioning me.”

“I never thought the Princess of Gryffindor would be considering it.”

“Who says I am?”

Draco gave her a frank stare that made her think, fine you want to play games, I’ll play you like a new violin string. “I never run away from brats who always get what they want.”

Did she just accept? Draco thought this year might be worth it after all. “Then I’ll make it a challenge for both of us. Do you accept?” He stood up and towered over her.

Hermione felt like she had been trapped into this, but was unwilling to admit defeat. “I do. What are the rules?”

“There will be a tally board. We both can do anything to seduce each other. Written, oral,” She rolled her eyes at his obvious innuendo, “Touching, but nothing happens unless it’s mutual. You can stop it at anytime. And you can end the entire game by simply admitting you lose.”

She nodded and he continued. “Each act of seduction where you get the other person to, ah, “jump you” or react, is a point. That includes playing with yourself as well. The board will know when that happens, and will award a point as necessary. Game ends the last day before the holiday vacations.” Draco was now walking around her, creating a circle, and stopped right in front of her again.

Hermione looked right up at him and refused to be intimidated. “This board?”

“In my room, cast a spell, and it binds us both to it.”

She could see his grey eyes looking at her with triumph. She’d prove him wrong. She stuck her hand out for a handshake. “You obviously have done this before. To lose at your own game, it’s going to be sweet. Shake on it, and it begins tomorrow morning.”

“Oh no, Granger, something like this deserves to be sealed with something a little bit more.” And without her permission he leaned in and gave her a kiss. When she didn’t pull away and he felt sure of a reaction without a handprint across his face, he pulled her closer and deepened it.

Hermione was in heaven, and before she realized what was going on was kissing back, wrapping her arms around his neck and shivering as she was pulled flush against him.

Who knew your number one enemy…
and everything came crashing back.
Enemy.
Game.
Points.
Smug, arrogant bastard. Smug arrogant bastard who currently was kissing her like there was no tomorrow. No- think straight, tomorrow, game, end this now. As much as her body wanted this to continue, Hermione bit down on Draco’s lip harshly and pulled away.

Draco let out a gasp. She evidently knew what she was doing. “Damn, Granger. All you had to do was pull away.”
“With you clutching at me? Sweet dreams Malfoy.”
“Ditto. I never knew you’d be that kinky…”
Hermione gave him a deceiving innocent smile. “One of the many different things you don’t know about me.”

(End Flashback)

Malfoy was brought back to the present by a knock on his door. It could only be Granger, since it was coming from his bathroom; he looked at his clock and realized he was running late. Ah, one month, and they both hadn’t done anything but have some pretty fierce snogging sessions and a grope now and then.

That’s why last night he gave her a wake up call, he was determined to get more than just a feel. Looking at the tally board, he wasn’t surprised the score hadn’t changed. She had some pretty strict control over herself.
On the other hand, he wondered just how easy it would be to get her to kiss him this morning. Smirking, he opened the door and walked right into a slap.

“You complete arse.” She was wearing her uniform, but had yet to put on her robes. He saw quite clearly her chest rising and falling rapidly. Damn, she was good at this game. “Did you think I would be so weak in the knees from your stupid and utterly pathetic spell that I would jump you before class?” Hermione was quite angry, more out of sexual frustration than him being in her room last night.

Since he was hoping for just that, Malfoy grabbed his cheek and avoided the question. “A simple good morning, are you ready for class? would have been sufficient.”

“Well, it worked.” And Hermione pushed him back into his room and crashed her lips into his. Draco regained his balance and picked her up. There was only one place to do this correctly. Granger, spread out on his bed.

Hermione was on the verge of losing focus. She sighed as he found that spot, that one spot on her neck most guys overlooked. She could also count on him to give her exactly what she wanted. No, focus. She opened her eyes and saw that look he always gave her. It was predatory. She relished it.

Hell, if he had known she was going to be this easy, he would have upped his game much earlier on. Deftly he unbuttoned her blouse, and opened it to a generous amount of cleavage in a lacy white bra. Conveniently, she wore a front clasp. Unhooking it, he thought that this idea might go down in history.

Hermione felt a rush of air as he undid her bra, and knew this was her time to act. As Draco leaned in to give immediate attention to her nipples, she arched her back and planted her device for later. With that done, she proceeded to enjoy herself as much as possible.

He stared straight into her eyes, letting his hands drift down her body and over the bunched-up fabric of her skirt. She suppressed a smile at the widening of his eyes as he realized she wasn’t wearing any knickers. Grinning, he capitalized on that and proceeded to move between her parted thighs. He started to rub small circles over the sensitive bud at the top of her folds, while carefully pushing two fingers of his other hand inside her. She arched up, trying to get more, and let out a loud moan.

Then suddenly, he stopped. “Oh no, I want you to show me. Show me Granger; show me how you do it after I rile you up.” If the look on his face, and the fact that he had started to move his own hand over the bulge in his trousers was anything to go by, she had him exactly where she wanted him. Aroused and feeling the need to dominate.

She started slowly, sucking on one finger, tracing it down between her breasts; stopping for a quick tweak. Gradually continuing over her stomach, she reached over her skirt. She pushed a finger in and watched Draco concentrate on what she was doing.
She began to get lost in the sensation and routine her hands were capable of, and she closed her eyes, blocking him out.

Watching her getting off in front of him was unbearable. Releasing his throbbing cock from the limitations of his pants, he closed a fist around his hardness and began to wank slowly, watching her hands as she started to increase her tempo. He wanted to taste her, to take her, make her thrash about and moan his name.

But this was important.

He wanted some form of control. She was, after all, the one who came to him. Now he was determined to make her come in front of him.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Hermione was almost there when she heard his voice. Opening her eyes she registered a rather large piece of male anatomy being stroked right in front of her. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. She wanted him so bad, but he was going to have to work for it.

That lick nearly had him. He took his free hand and placed it over hers, matching her rhythm for rhythm. It took only a couple of thrusts and Hermione started trembling and panting. She started bucking her hips, trying to get more of his hand involved. He could feel her orgasm around his fingers and his name gasped out between her lips.

Two strokes later he joined her and exploded all over her exposed chest. Slumping into each other, they waited until they caught their breath. Draco broke the silence first.

“Like I said Granger; kinky. I’m learning you like your quickies.”

“Not the only thing you’re going to learn today.” She said casting a quick cleaning spell and righting her outfit. “See you in class.” She winked over her shoulder and left him lying on the bed, his now deflated cock hanging out, wondering what exactly he missed.