Hermione woke up at 5:30 on Monday morning because she couldn’t sleep anymore. She was so excited about starting her classes and her final year of Hogwarts. Since she had a while before breakfast, she decided to take a bath and relax. Even though she was excited, she was also pretty nervous. She grabbed her robe and towel and went to her own private bathroom. She walked up to the portrait that guarded her bathroom and whispered the password then stepped inside. It was almost as big as her bedroom with a gold colored bathtub and sink. The bathtub was about the size of two normal tubs with a swan’s head as the faucet. She turned the handles and crystal clear warm water poured out of the swan. She chose a peach and chamomile bubble bath and poured some into her water. When the tub was full, she slipped out of her pajamas and stepped into the tub. She sank deep into the water until just her head was above it. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. After about a half hour, the water was cool so Hermione decided it was time to get out. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself, then stepped out and dried herself off. She wrapper her towel around her hair then put her robe on. When she was about half way back to her room, she heard a voice.
“I don’t suppose you left me any hot water.”
Hermione whipped around and saw Draco sitting in a chair scowling at her.
“Jesus Malfoy, I’m going to put a bell on you so you can’t sneak up on people!” Hermione spat.
Malfoy smirked at her, “Well, did you take all the hot water?”
“What if I did? I’m sure you’d never be considerate enough to leave me any hot water.”
He changed the subject, “So, when are you going to model that little dress just for me?”
Hermione sneered at him, “The day you drop dead is the day that I’ll model that dress for the whole world!”
She turned around again and stormed to her room.
At breakfast, Draco was griping to Blaise, “This is going to be harder than I thought. She has got a stick shoved so far up her ass it’s practically coming out her mouth.”
Blaise just smiled, “Well, then you are just going to have to loosen her up.”
“Yea, if I don’t kill her first.”
At the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron kept staring at Hermione. She finally got tired of it and glared at them, “What?”
Ron put his fork down, “Harry and I were thinking about you all night. Are you having some sort of identity crisis?”
Hermione and Ginny exchanged glances, “What on Earth are you talking about?”
“Well, that dress you were wearing last night. It’s just not you.”
Hermione was starting to get annoyed, “What’s wrong with the dress? It didn’t look that bad on me.”
“That’s just it Hermione, it looked…really good on you. You never dress like that. You are always so…plain.”
Ginny and Hermione glared at them, “So is that what you two think of me? I’m just a plain, boring person?”
Harry smiled softly, “We didn’t mean it like that Hermione.”
“Oh really, then how exactly did you mean it?”
Harry and Ron looked at each other and Ron decided the answer, “We love you Hermione; you know we do. It’s just…you are always doing your homework or reading or doing something that has to do with school. You don’t spend as much time with your friends as you do with your books. Also, aside from Viktor Krum, have you ever had a crush on anyone? When was the last time you went on a date or even hung out with a guy that wasn’t me or Harry?”
Hermione’s face was getting redder every second that Ron kept talking, “Get to the point Ronald.”
“When you came out in that dress yesterday, it was…”
“Shocking.” Harry finished.
“Yes, shocking. I didn’t even know you owned a dress like that.”
At this point, steam would have been coming out of Hermione’s ears if that had been possible, “What I chose to wear and whom I chose to date and how I chose to spend my free time is absolutely none of your business Weasley!”
Ron flinched at the use of his last name by his best friend.
Hermione got up and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Harry looked at Ron, “That went well.”
During potions class, Hermione ignored Ron and Harry and thinking about what they had said to her at breakfast. So maybe she wasn’t the hottest girl alive, but she wasn’t boring …was she? So she spent most of her time doing homework and reading, but she also spent time with her friends too. And what was this whole dating business that Ron had been going on about? Getting good grades were more important than spending all her time drooling over some stupid boy. As if on cue, her attention turned to Malfoy as he was throwing paper airplanes at someone’s head when Snape wasn’t looking. Although she would never actually admit this to anyone, Draco Malfoy was hot. He was the poster child for ‘sexy as Hell bad boys’ and just looking at him, she knew that he knew it. His hair wasn’t slicked back with three gallons of gel anymore; now it just hung loosely on his head and was just long enough to fall over his eyes. The years that he had spent on the Quidditch team had done both his skin and his body good. He knew exactly what to do to get all the girls to want him and make all the guys want to be him.
After dinner that night, Hermione was sitting across from Draco in their common room.
“What?” He asked, not looking away from his book.
“I want you to help me with a little problem I’m having.”
“Sorry, no one can help you fix your face.” Draco smirked.
Hermione kept smiling, “Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of you helping me to…open Ron and Harry’s eyes."
Draco looked at her, but didn’t close his book, “What are you talking about Granger?”
“Those two…prats think I am boring.”
“You are boring.”
Hermione glared at him, but didn’t argue, “Well, I want to change that and you are just the person who is going to help me. They think that I am a prude or something just because I never date and I spend most of my time with a book.”
Draco cracked a smile, “You’ve got to be kidding. What on Earth would make you think that I would ever help you?”
“See, I thought you would say that. That’s why I made sure that you wouldn’t be able to refuse. I know that you’ve been teaching the Dark Arts to a 6th year Ravenclaw in exchange for him doing all of your Transfigurations homework for the year.”
Draco’s smile vanished, “How did you find out?”
“That’s my little secret. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall’s face if I were to tell her that you’ve been cheating this whole year?”
Draco glared at her, “That’s blackmail Granger.”
“So it is….oh well; a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. You going to cooperate?”
“Do I have a choice in the matter?”
“Of course you do; you can either help me or you can spend the rest of the year in detention. Assuming she won’t try to get you expelled.” Hermione smiled again.
Draco slammed his book shut, “What do I have to do?”
“You are anything but boring and you are definitely not a prude. I want you to teach me how to be less boring and…prudish. Besides, if those two were to think that I was getting closer to you, they would definitely think I was anything but boring. Not to mention that it would drive them absolutely insane thinking that there was something going on between us.”
Draco was just about to laugh in her face when he realized that this new development could help him in his plan to destroy Hermione and her world. Draco pretended to be mad, but he was secretly very thrilled by the idea, “You expect me to pretend that I like you? I can’t even stand to look at you.”
Hermione glared at him, “Well, it’s either that or I tell McGonagall everything. What’s it gonna be?”
He looked at her for a moment, “So I just have to give you lessons on how to be more…like me?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
“If I do this for you, you have to promise that you won’t tell anyone about me cheating.”
“Ok, as long as you stop cheating and start doing your own homework.”
Draco rolled his eyes, “Fine.”
Hermione grinned, “Excellent.”
A few moments of awkward silence passed between them before Hermione spoke again, “So…now what?”
Draco looked at her for a moment, “You have no idea what you’re doing do you?”
Hermione glared at him and Draco grinned. This was the chance he’d been looking for and she had no idea. He stood up, walked over to her and pulled her up by her arm. There was only a couple inches of space between them and Hermione’s breath caught in her throat a bit and Draco noticed, “Relax Granger; if you want your…friends to think that there’s something going on between us, you’re gonna have to relax.”
Hermione relaxed a bit, “I suppose you’re right.”
“That’s better. First of all;” Draco pulled his wand out and pointed it at Hermione. Before she could protest, he whispered a spell and Hermione felt her shirt get tighter and he skirt shorter. Next he went into her room and said the same spell for all of her clothes.
She looked down and then glared at Draco, “That was not part of our deal!”
“If I have to do this, then you have to be worth it. The fact that you are a mudblood will never make you worthy, but this is a start.” Draco smirked.
“If you call me a Mudblood one more time I’m telling McGonagall and I’ll do this myself.”
Draco frowned, “Take away all my fun why don’t you.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Well, now what?”
Draco stared at her for a moment then suddenly he advanced on her and she was trapped between him and the wall. She gasped at the sudden contact between the two of them and Draco smirked.
“That’s why the Moron Twins think that you are a prude. When a member of the opposite sex gets anywhere near you, you get all tense; you need to loosen up and relax. You are too frigid.”
“Believe me, I’m only like this when you are near me; you make me nervous.”
“Well, I do what I can.” Hermione wanted to beat that smirk off his face.
Draco lost his smirk and slowly put his hands on her small waist. He brushed his fingers against her bare skin and Hermione shivered.
“If you want people to think that you aren’t boring you have to not be boring. You have to be confidant and know what you want.” Draco whispered.
“And how is you man-handling me going to make me confident?” Hermione barely got the words out.
“Believe me Granger, I am not man-handling you. I am trying to loosen you up. People think you are boring because of the way you dress and because you constantly have your nose in a book and because you only have a few friends and you never date. Never again will you ever hear me say this, so listen carefully; you are a beautiful girl and you have to believe it if you want everyone else to believe it to.”
Hermione couldn’t help but smile when she heard those words leave Draco’s mouth. Draco ignored her and continued, “When a guy looks at you, you can’t blush or look away; when a guy touches you, you can’t tense up. You have to…be confidant.”
Draco pulled her away from the door and stood behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly ran them down her arms. He moved them down her stomach and just barely dipped his fingers below the top of her skirt. Hermione sucked in some air as quietly as she could. She had to remind herself that the only reason why he was doing this was because she was blackmailing him. Draco moved one hand down her thigh and brought it back up under her skirt. When he touched the edge of her panties Hermione let out a barely audible whimper and Draco smiled.
“Very good Granger.” Draco whispered in her ear. “I think that is enough for today.”
He let go of Hermione and walked out the door like nothing had happened. Hermione stood there almost out of breath wondering what she had gotten herself into.
Draco met up with Blaise in the Slytherin common room and Draco filled him in on the evenings events.
“She actually let you touch her?” Blaise asked with a grin on his face.
“This couldn’t have worked better if I had planned it myself. I’ll have her in my bed sooner than I thought.”
“She still thinks this was all her idea. What makes you think you’ll get her to sleep with you?”
“You didn’t see the way she was reacting when I was touching her. This will be like taking candy from a baby.”
The boys both smirked and went on with their game of Wizard’s Chess.
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