Seduce My Father - Complete
It's Gold
"Really, Adrien, how am I supposed to do this? Send him mental messages through out Potions class?" Hermione scoffed as she watched her friend standing at the edge of the lake, skipping rocks into the water.
"Dude. For real. I'm his son." Adrien said as he thrust another rock hard into the water.
"And? Your point is?" the witch urged.
"My point, Miss Granger, is that I possess the necessary information that you will need to gain access in to said trousers." the wizard explained, impersonating his father to perfection.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, and what information do you have for me?" she asked, genuinely interested in what Adrien had to say.
"Well, for starters, he loves the smell of Jasmine. Buy a Jasmine scented perfume when we go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. And be generous with it. Not just one measly sprits. Try about three. Each wrist, one on the neck." he explained as he picked up another rock, and thrust it even harder than the last, sending it flying so far she couldn't see where it stopped.
"Okay... What else?" Hermione pried, taking mental note of the Jasmine theory.
"Well, if you haven't noticed, he likes black. Or anything dark. Maybe you should stop wearing such poppy colored clothing, and he would be more inclined to find an attraction to you. And no, my dear, your school robes don't count." Adrien said, taking a sideways glance at the sweater that Hermione wore.
It was bright pink with a picture of a little white kitten embroidered into it. He scoffed at the thing and laughed as he pointed at it.
"You might as well just incinerate that thing. It's heinous."
Hermione defensively covered her front with her arms, and shot him a death glare.
"My grandmother gave me this sweat shirt!" she exclaimed.
"That's precisely the point. If my grandmother gave me something like that, I'd hex her." Adrien laughed hysterically.
"Whatever. What else?" Hermione pressed on, eager for her "Seduce The Professor" training to resume.
"For another start, I reckon you could stop trying to be such a "know-it-all," as he likes to refer to you as. Stop trying to talk over him in class. Just sit and pay attention. Think of this new year as a way to re-define yourself. Make yourself into a little sex kitten that he won't be able to resist. And I don't mean a little white kitten curled up into a ball on your sweat shirt." he scoffed the last part before breaking out into another fit of laughter at the shirt.
"For Merlin's sake, will you get off my sweater." Hermione fumed. "And for the record, I do always pay attention in Potions! I've got the highest marks in Potions,-" she stopped seeing the look on Adrien's face.
"I have the highest marks in Potions, Hermione." he tauntingly reminded her before he pitched another rock into the lake.
"Ugh! Will you stop that? Let's go. We've got to get up early to get ready to go to Hogsmeade. Apparently I have some shopping to do." she said, giving him a reproachful look.
Adrien stopped his rocky assault on the lake and linked arms with Hermione to walk back to the castle, and he taunted her the entire way.
"You want to fuck my father." he laughed at her. "It's just so weird, but it's gold."
"Why is it "gold"?" Hermione asked, curiously.
"Well, because. The man hasn't been laid in over a decade."
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. A decade?
"Yes, a decade. Now let's go." Adrien said as he kept walking, clearly having read her mind.
"I really hate when you do that!" she fumed, storming after him.