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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
36
Views:
6,373
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not or will ever own Harry Potter nor gain profit for this fanfiction. This is only for fun and all credit goes to J.K. Rowling and her amazing crew. I only have ownership of the plot and one character. That's it, enjoy
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
(Let's Play a Love Game)
There’s a reason why Hermione loved the library.
Ron Weasley avoided it like a bad case of dragon pox.
Pulling out her school books, she decided to start studying for NEWTs.
Two months were long enough to enjoy the life of freedom, but she had to get back to her busy academic schedule.
Sitting across from the bushy hair teen, Pansy and Blaise decided to play a game.
“I cannot see why you like someone like, Granger. She’s insufferable.” She mumbled, disgusted by her friend’s taste in women. She knew he always had a thing for Granger, but secretly hoped it was more of a fetish type thing.
Some guys do like screwing geeks and Granger fits the category perfectly.
“You’re insufferable too, but for some reason Draco and I keep you around. So are we going to play this little game of yours or not?” He simple pointed out her flaws.
“Fine, pick a category.”
Turning his attention to Hermione, he let his eyes roam on her face. “Let’s start with her face.”
“She suffers with horrible acne, she needs to wear more makeup, and her forehead is huge.” Pansy went off the list of very noticeable things she had on Hermione.
Blaise disagreed. “She only has two pimples, her cheeks are lightly dusted with freckles, she doesn’t need makeup for she has natural beauty, and her forehead isn’t huge, just the mop on her top of her head make it look like that.” He shared his own observation.
In his eyes, Hermione’s flaws were perfect, but Pansy thought differently.
“You need to get your eyes check, Zabini. Apparently you have lost your sense of judgment on what’s considered to be beautiful.”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately, Parkinson?” Blaise countered. “Alright, since you disagree, let’s hear about her personality.”
Good, a category she knows all too well. “She’s a know-it-all who thinks she’s better than everyone. She also has an abusive side to her too.”
“Really, where did you hear this from?” He inquired, interested in hearing about this dark side of his crush.
Good, she got his attention on that one. “Third year she punched Drake in the nose.”
“Was he being an ass?”
“No, he was telling the know-it-all off.” Pansy objected.
Blaise nodded. “He deserved it then.”
She huffed; frustrated that he wasn’t giving in. “What about her physique?”
“What about it?” He wanted to know what she thought before destroying whatever disposition she saw of Hermione.
“She’s fat!”
He loved proven Pansy wrong, he scooped out Hermione’s body. From what he saw, he liked. He noticed her large breast, her curvy waist, and wide hips for perfect grabbing. She wasn’t too skinny nor fat, her build medium for a girl of her height. “I don’t like skinny girls anyways.”
“Since when?” exclaimed Pansy.
Ignoring the question, Blaise grew bored with the game. Pansy lost, why continue. “Give up, Parkinson. Whatever you have to say will not sway my judgment. I like Granger, I find her very attractive, and if I’m luck she’ll be my girlfriend before Christmas break.”
Pansy did not lose that easily. It was time to unleash her trump card. “Too bad Zabini…Granger’s already taken.”
Seeing the girl refused to accept defeat, he played along. “You don’t say…so who’s the lucky bloke, Parkinson?” His tone dripped heavily with sarcasm.
Grinning quite smugly, she laid her card out on the table. “Ron Weasley.”
Blaise wanted to hit her, a good pop against the side of her head, but he restrained himself. “Who told you this?”
“Some second year Gryffindor I was tormenting weeks ago. It’s old news, you should pay attention to the gossip that’s spread around.”
Deciding that Pansy and her gossip were inaccurate like her bra size, he went to the source. “Hey Granger, come here for a second.”
Hearing her name being called, she looked around until she landed on the table where the two Slytherin resided.
Confused, she saw the beckoning hand of the Blaise realizing it was his voice that wanted her to come. Blushing, she got up from her chair and slowly approached the waiting snakes.
When she arrived at their table, she looked at Blaise. “What is it?” She asked rudely, the only way to keep her nerves at bay.
The dazing smile Blaise gave was enough to flush her whole face. Absolutely adorable, the black boy thought. “Parkinson told me you and the weasel shacking up. Is it true?”
Hermione made a face. “What…no…Merlin that’s disgusting. Ron and I are friends, only friends. Who told you that obscene lie?” She felt sick, especially when her crush thought she was with Ron. She vowed to never touch anything Lavender
Brown came across with, including Ron.
Grinning, he turned back to Pansy. “You were saying, Parkinson?”
She glared at him. “Fine Zabini, you win!” She grumbled miserably, admitting defeat to their little game.
Enjoying the taste of victory, he looked back at Hermione. “Thanks Granger, it’s been fun.”
Hermione blinked, baffled.
Wait…what?
(Let's Play a Love Game)
There’s a reason why Hermione loved the library.
Ron Weasley avoided it like a bad case of dragon pox.
Pulling out her school books, she decided to start studying for NEWTs.
Two months were long enough to enjoy the life of freedom, but she had to get back to her busy academic schedule.
Sitting across from the bushy hair teen, Pansy and Blaise decided to play a game.
“I cannot see why you like someone like, Granger. She’s insufferable.” She mumbled, disgusted by her friend’s taste in women. She knew he always had a thing for Granger, but secretly hoped it was more of a fetish type thing.
Some guys do like screwing geeks and Granger fits the category perfectly.
“You’re insufferable too, but for some reason Draco and I keep you around. So are we going to play this little game of yours or not?” He simple pointed out her flaws.
“Fine, pick a category.”
Turning his attention to Hermione, he let his eyes roam on her face. “Let’s start with her face.”
“She suffers with horrible acne, she needs to wear more makeup, and her forehead is huge.” Pansy went off the list of very noticeable things she had on Hermione.
Blaise disagreed. “She only has two pimples, her cheeks are lightly dusted with freckles, she doesn’t need makeup for she has natural beauty, and her forehead isn’t huge, just the mop on her top of her head make it look like that.” He shared his own observation.
In his eyes, Hermione’s flaws were perfect, but Pansy thought differently.
“You need to get your eyes check, Zabini. Apparently you have lost your sense of judgment on what’s considered to be beautiful.”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately, Parkinson?” Blaise countered. “Alright, since you disagree, let’s hear about her personality.”
Good, a category she knows all too well. “She’s a know-it-all who thinks she’s better than everyone. She also has an abusive side to her too.”
“Really, where did you hear this from?” He inquired, interested in hearing about this dark side of his crush.
Good, she got his attention on that one. “Third year she punched Drake in the nose.”
“Was he being an ass?”
“No, he was telling the know-it-all off.” Pansy objected.
Blaise nodded. “He deserved it then.”
She huffed; frustrated that he wasn’t giving in. “What about her physique?”
“What about it?” He wanted to know what she thought before destroying whatever disposition she saw of Hermione.
“She’s fat!”
He loved proven Pansy wrong, he scooped out Hermione’s body. From what he saw, he liked. He noticed her large breast, her curvy waist, and wide hips for perfect grabbing. She wasn’t too skinny nor fat, her build medium for a girl of her height. “I don’t like skinny girls anyways.”
“Since when?” exclaimed Pansy.
Ignoring the question, Blaise grew bored with the game. Pansy lost, why continue. “Give up, Parkinson. Whatever you have to say will not sway my judgment. I like Granger, I find her very attractive, and if I’m luck she’ll be my girlfriend before Christmas break.”
Pansy did not lose that easily. It was time to unleash her trump card. “Too bad Zabini…Granger’s already taken.”
Seeing the girl refused to accept defeat, he played along. “You don’t say…so who’s the lucky bloke, Parkinson?” His tone dripped heavily with sarcasm.
Grinning quite smugly, she laid her card out on the table. “Ron Weasley.”
Blaise wanted to hit her, a good pop against the side of her head, but he restrained himself. “Who told you this?”
“Some second year Gryffindor I was tormenting weeks ago. It’s old news, you should pay attention to the gossip that’s spread around.”
Deciding that Pansy and her gossip were inaccurate like her bra size, he went to the source. “Hey Granger, come here for a second.”
Hearing her name being called, she looked around until she landed on the table where the two Slytherin resided.
Confused, she saw the beckoning hand of the Blaise realizing it was his voice that wanted her to come. Blushing, she got up from her chair and slowly approached the waiting snakes.
When she arrived at their table, she looked at Blaise. “What is it?” She asked rudely, the only way to keep her nerves at bay.
The dazing smile Blaise gave was enough to flush her whole face. Absolutely adorable, the black boy thought. “Parkinson told me you and the weasel shacking up. Is it true?”
Hermione made a face. “What…no…Merlin that’s disgusting. Ron and I are friends, only friends. Who told you that obscene lie?” She felt sick, especially when her crush thought she was with Ron. She vowed to never touch anything Lavender
Brown came across with, including Ron.
Grinning, he turned back to Pansy. “You were saying, Parkinson?”
She glared at him. “Fine Zabini, you win!” She grumbled miserably, admitting defeat to their little game.
Enjoying the taste of victory, he looked back at Hermione. “Thanks Granger, it’s been fun.”
Hermione blinked, baffled.
Wait…what?