Winner Takes All

MONDAY


Surprisingly, there had been no awkwardness between her and Blaise following the ‘bathroom incident’ the previous day, as she had taken to calling it in her thoughts. There was an awareness between them, an attraction had always been there but now it was palpable every time they looked at one another. Despite this unspoken recognition of mutual desire, things were comfortable and possibly even better than before. She now didn’t feel quite so silly around him, knowing that he had fancied her for so long and that she wasn’t being a fool for having feelings for him.


It was now Monday evening and Blaise had just gone to meet with a group of second year Hufflepuffs that he tutored every two weeks. She was scheduled to meet Draco in the library to work on their project for Ancient Runes that was due the following day. It was actually complete, the two of them finishing it within two days of receiving the assignment, but with Blaise tutoring, it had seemed a good time to look over the information one last time. It was also the perfect opportunity to begin playing with Draco.


The brunette looked in the mirror and studied her reflection. Making a face, she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get it under some sort of control. It was useless, the curly locks refusing to be tamed at all. She was dressed casually since it was after dinner, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a blue button up shirt. She undid the top two buttons, nibbling on her lip as she wondered if she could actually go to the library with her cleavage displayed in such a way. Remembering Draco’s smug smile the previous afternoon, her eyes took on a determined gleam and her lips curved into a smile as she undid one more button. Merlin, it was strange that one button could make such a change.


You could now see the creamy tops of her full breasts, pressing against the shirt and making them look rather fetching. She leaned forward, eyes widening as she saw the view. She was surprised that she was not feeling nervous about being around Draco with this tight shirt on and flaunting the breasts she normally kept concealed beneath loose shirts. Instead, she felt excited and daring. Draco Malfoy was a breast man, something she had heard him discussing on occasion with Blaise. With that information, Hermione knew exactly how to begin her seduction of Draco. Distract him by showing off her boobs and entice him, confuse him, get him interested enough to succumb to her plans.


The Head Girl put onobe obe over her casual clothes and gathered her books for Ancient Runes before heading to the library. She found that Draco was all ready there, his books open and spread over the table in front of him. Since he had not noticed her presence, she took a moment to study him. He was wearing a charcoal gray sweater that caused his blond hair to look even more pale, his hair loose and brushing against his shoulders, his robe on the seat behind him. He had pushed the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows and was concentrating on the book in front of him. She could have stood there for hours simply watching him, but she had no intention of being late for their meeting.


She walked to the table and put her books down, giving him a bright smile as she greeted him, \"Good evening, Draco.\"


\"Granger,\" he nodded as his eyes moved over her face.


\"Hermione,\" she corrected him for what had to be the hundredth time since school had started.


\"Granger,\" he smirked in response, his gray eyes flashing with amusement as he waited for her annoyed groan and glare that usually followed his deliberate teasing.


\"I hope you haven’t been waiting long,\" Hermione replied, biting her tongue to resist sticking it out at his intentional provoking. She saw his eyes flash with surprise that he quickly hid, studying her suspiciously. Trust the sneaky bastard to realize she was up to something even before she’d begun her seduction. Time to distract him, she decided with a crafty smile. She fanned herself, \"Merlin, it’s warm in here this evening.\"


\"Is it?\" he arched a brow, his expression guarded. Something was going on, though he wasn’t entirely sure what. For one, Hermione rarely missed an opportunity to call him an annoying prat for refusing to use her first name. For another, she was looking at him and being friendly and smiling as if she was happy to see him.


\"Is something wrong?\" Hermione asked as she saw the distrustful look on his face. Gods, could the handsome blond be any more difficult? He was supposed to be attempting to seduce her, after all, which meant he should have been smirking and flirting and not looking at her as if she was up to something sneaky. The Gryffindor realized that her plans for Draco might have to be altered since it was obvious that, even if he did care for her and wanted her, he was not so overcome with desire that she could tease and play with him like she had with Blaise.


She and Blaise were actually close friends and were comfortable around each other so her games with him had been subtle and effective because he hadn’t noticed a huge change in her behavior since there really hadn’t been one. Draco would require a more delicate approach, she realized. cou couldn’t just flirt brazenly and casually touch him without possibly alerting him to her plans. Luckily, she had not planned to be direct with him, knowing Draco well enough to know that he’d like the challenge far more than an eager participant.


\"I was about to ask you that,\" he drawled lazily, his eyes watching her face for any signs to indicate what was different about her.


\"It’s just been a long day,\" Hermione replied honestly, shrugging as she added, \"I also couldn’t sleep last night so I’m a bit tired. Regardless, let’s look over our assignment so I can work on next week’s Potions reading.\"


\"Ah, there’s the Granger I know and loathe,\" he smiled smugly, relaxing a little when her overly friendly smile was replaced by the usual slight smile that he was accustomed to. He would be able to begin his plans to seduce her now that he wasn’t preoccupied with her odd behavior. He moved his hand through his hair, ruffling it in a way he had heard girls found sexy. He looked at her and noticed that she wasn’t even looking at him to notice his perfectly tousled hair.


\"You always say the sweetest things, Malfoy,\" she snorted, rolling her eyes as she opened her book and removed her notes for their assignment.


\"What can I say? I’m a charming bloke,\" Draco smirked as he sat back in his chair, stretching in a way that caused his sweater to tighten and show off his muscular chest and shoulders. He wanted Hermione, had wanted her for longer than he’d ever wanted anything without getting it, and he now had the incentive of winning his bet with Blaise to openly pursue the willful Gryffindor.


\"It must be nice in that wacky world you call reality,\" Hermione mused thoughtfully as she looked at him, doing her best to ignore the attractive picture he presented. Okay, ignore wasn’t the right word. How could she possibly ignore the gorgeous blond wizard? His hair was perfectly disheveled and giving him an appearance of someone that had just been properly snogged, her fingers itching to run through the pale blond locks in a similar way they always longed to tangle in Blaise’s curly black hair. His sweater was a perfect compliment to his hair and alabaster skin, causing his eyes to look even more gray than usual. And he was now sporting that sexy smirk that never failed to cause her body to tingle in all the right places. She looked into his eyes and smiled, \"If you can control your need to constantly compliment yourself for a few moments, can we review this assignment? I promise that, afterwards, you can be as arrogant as normal and tell anyone that will listen, or ignore you while pretending to listen, how special and wonderful you truly are.\"


\"I always knew you loved me, Granger,\" he winked at the brunette witch, watching her roll eyes but noticing that she looked at his chest and licked her lips before looking back at her book. He resisted the urge to smile triumphantly at the knowledge that she had finally given him a look of female appreciation, knowing that it was a very small and brief look but confident that his seduction would be successful. He would have to be patient, which was quite annoying because, contrary to the popular saying, patience was *not* one of his many virtues, but he had to admit that Hermione would be worth the wait.


Hermione looked up and caught his eyes, her lips curving into a naughty smile as she lowered her voice and purred, \"Show me what you’ve got, Draco.\"


\"What?\" Draco’s smugness faded as he gawked at the Head Girl. His eyes darkened with desire as his breath caught from the lusty gleam in her coffee colored eyes.


\"Let me see your part of the assignment,\" Hermione spoke slowly, as if she was speaking to a first year, doing her best not to waver at the look of need in his eyes. She gave him an innocent look, acting as if she had not just practically propositioned him in a very wicked way.


\"Assignment?\" he repeated dumbly, shaking his head slightly as he realized he must have been fantasizing again. She was looking at him as if he was daft and her voice was patronizing and smug. Bugger it all, he thought crossly. He was supposed to be seducing her not imagining illicit suggestions coming from those delectable lips. And now her voice had taken that haughty ‘I know everything’ tone that always made him hard, his cock stirring in his trousers as his eyes looked from her lips to her eyes.


\"Ancient Runes? The s wes we’re both taking on Tuesdand and Thursdays after lunch?\" Hermione prompted, her lips curving into a slight grin as she decided it was time to step up her game. She casually unbuttoned her robe and shrugged it off, hearing his sharp gasp as she leaned forward and gave him a perfect view of her full bosom as she adjusted the robe on her seat. Looking up suddenly, she felt a wave of arousal wash over her at the look of desire and need in his gorgeous gray eyes that were now a dark gray that nearly matched his sweater.


\"I know the class, you daft bint,\" he muttered as he stared at her ample breasts. Merlin, they were even better than he’d imagined. His lips parted as he imagined moving around the table, ripping her shirt open, and then licking and sucking and nibbling on her beautiful breasts. He wagered he could have her shuddering beneath him and coming with his name on her pretty lips just from sucking her breasts, his hand moving between his legs to adjust his cock that was now fully hard and pressing against his trousers. He reluctantly moved his eyes from her breasts, his hand remaining on his hard shaft and squeezing slightly to alleviate some of the pressure as he looked at the notes spread out around him.


\"Merlin, Malfoy, where is your head tonight?\" Hermione asked, deliberately emphasizing the word ‘head’ when she noticed his hand move beneath the table as he had ogled her breasts. Her nipples whardhard and pressing against the thin material of her bra and her body felt as if the room was thirty degrees warmer just from the heat in his eyes. She felt a sense of power as she played with Draco, more so than her game with Blaise. She hadn’t wanted power with Blaise, wanting to tease the dark Slytherin and seduce him but not control him.


With Draco, possibly due to their tumultuous relationship, she wanted to gain the upper hand, wanted to have him begging her to allow him permission to touch her, wanted him desperate for her. By Saturday, she planned to have him consumed with desire and need, willing to admit defeat, something she was certain the proud Slytherin would be reluctant to do even under the most promising of circumstances, willing to admit he wanted her, willing to admit he cared for her.


She knew it was wrong to play with the two wizards she could very well love like this, but she kept reminding herself of their bet and telling herself that they did deserve this, Draco more so than Blaise. She stood up and moved to his side of the table, feeling his heated gaze following her every movement, her body feeling as if he was caressing her instead of merely looking at her. Gathering all her infamous Gryffindor courage, she moved behind him. Leaning forward, she rested her right hand on the table and used her left to move amongst his notes. Her actions caused her breasts to move against his shoulder, his scent surrounding her as she turned her head and inhaled his unique aroma.


\"See something you like, Granger?\" Draco asked lazily as he noticed her eyes on his face. He wasn’t entirely sure why she had decided to move behind him to find his notes, but he wasn’t one to complain when things worked out in his favor. He could have sworn she was flirting with him earlier and now she was sniffing his neck and rubbing those glorious breasts on his shoulder. He had planned to seduce her but he was more than happy to sit back and let her do the seducing if she had suddenly realized that he was the most attractive wizard at this school. She was so bloody complicated, though, that he couldn’t be certain of anything when it came to Hermione Granger.


\"I’m looking for your notes, Malfoy,\" Hermione said dryly, this nothing compared to being caught ogling naked Blaise in the bathroom the previous morning so she did not even blush, which supported her indifferent attitude towards his sexy smile and gorgeous eyes and wickedly angelic face and striking body.


\"I hadn’t realized that I had transcribed them on my neck and face,\" Draco smirked as he arched a pale brow, \"however, I do believe they’re right here.\" He found the parchment with his part of the assignment and showed it to her, expecting her to blush at being caught staring at him or to simper and bat her lashes if she was, indeed, flirting with him.


Instead, she merely took the notes from him and read them, moving forward slightly so that he had a perfect view of her breasts through the open shirt. When she shifted against him, her hair brushed the back of his neck and he could smell the scent of jasmine and citrus. He noticed that this position allowed him to see even more of her creamy skin and he could make out that she was wearing a red bra. He wondered if she had matching knickers, his tongue moving along his lower lip as he openly ogled her breasts since her attention was on the parchment and not him.


\"This looks accurate,\" Hermione declared, though she honestly hadn’t been able to read a word of his neat and precise handwriting because all she could think about was how much she wished it was Saturday and that this silly game was over and that she’d won and had them both in her bed shagging her until they were all too tired to move.


\"Of course it is,\" Draco sniffedelydely, annoyed that she had dared think his work would be incorrect. With a devious smile, his moved his hand over hers to take the parchment, letting his fingers stroke her hand as he retrieved his notes. His thumb moved across her palm, listening with interes she she inhaled sharply at his fleeting touch, watching her eyes stare at their joined hands as her lips parted. Maybe it wasn’t going to require much patience after all, he thought smugly, enjoying the reaction she was unable to conceal. His voice husky, he asked, \"Was there something else you wanted from me, Hermione?\"


Merlin, he’d said her name. No, scratch that. He had just purred her name with a slight growl at the very end, and she was about to drool on his robes. Plan. That’s right. There was a plan. Get it together girl, she scolded herself. No attacking Draco in the library no matter how sexy he might look. Besides, even though it was entirely foolish considering she honestly planned to seduce both Draco and Blaise, she wanted her first kiss to be with Blaise, the boy she had cared about for several years. She was attracted to Draco and could very well grow to care about him if he’d let his guard down and allow her inside the shell he kept around his heart, but she was all ready half in love with Blaise and wanted him to be her first kiss.


Reminding herself of the plan and fac fact that Draco was the instigator for the silly bet in the first place, Hermione released the parchment quickly and stepped back. She gave him a bemused smile as her eyes moved over his face before she looked into his eyes and said, \"I can’t think of a single thing, Draco,\" before she smirked and moved back to her seat. She saw his smile widen as he watched her, his eyes gleaming with desire and awareness and recognition of an unspoken challenge.


Refusing to acknowledge that she had been playing with him, she gave him her best ’I’m merely tolerating your presence’ smile before focusing on her Potions reading, her eyes gleaming with excitement from the game she was playing with both of her boys. Her lips curved into a devious smile as she thought about them and the game they were playing and how damn stimulating it was to know that two handsome wizards wanted her and found her arousing and loving the way they both made her feel, physically and mentally and emotionally. She resolved to make it through this week without breaking down or forgetting her plan, the knowledge of the reward awaiting them all on Saturday causing her smile to become wicked as she tried to focus on her reading.


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A/N: Woo hoo! Three parts written today. Let me know what you think! And thanks for the reviews so far :)