Hermione flopped into her queen-sized bed, after dinner with her friends
and immediately smelt the cologne of her latest conquest on her pillow. His
name had been Chris, and he was an actor, American actually. She hadn't
really liked him that much, but after the party she had been lonely and he
had come home with her. It was kind of a bet with her friend, Miriam, as to
who could snag the better guy for the night. Miriam had ended up with a
French producer, so Hermione had one the prize for that evening. When
Hermione thought about it, that was her life really. Even though she was
very involved with society's 'in' group and even though she had friends
like Harry, Ron and Ginny, she was in essence, a lonely person. She filled
her time up with work, and guys. Being who she was there was never a guy
that wouldn't want to come home with her after a night on the town...and
that was what made her what she was.
Other than being known as a model, Hermione had a name as a bit of an easy girl. She slept with the rich and the powerful, and many said this was how she had made her way as a model. She remembered the first time she had ever used a guy for sex, and how bad she had felt afterwards, but now is was just a part of her life, coming as naturally to her as breathing. Don't think that Hermione wasn't talented in her field of expertise; she was the top of her field, model extraordinaire, the female equivalent of Oliver Wood. Call her what you would, but to the general public, she was seen as damn lucky.
But of course, this was all on the inside. On the outside, she was beautiful, skinny, and happy, the last thing that Hermione Granger was, was lonely!
She rolled over on her bed and picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialing the number. As it started to ring, she let out a huge sigh and closed her eyes. If there was one thing that calmed her down in was talking to the one person who would understand her situation completely.
"Hey Oliver, it's Mione, do you have time to talk" She began after her best friend, Oliver Wood picked up the phone. It was weird, her and Oliver being best friends and holding equal positions in the modeling world.
"Sure Mione, what's got you so worried" He sensed the anguish in her voice. It was weird, when you are that close to someone you can tell the emotion in their voice. "Another one slip through your fingers?" He said referring to the many guys Hermione tended to play.
"No...geez Wood, if only you had to deal with the opposite sex you wouldn't be so cocky." Hermione scolded.
"C'mon Mione, you know I like dicks, not chicks" he laughed. It was a pretty easy topic of discussion between the friends and a well known fact in the modeling world, that Oliver Wood was not exactly...straight. Hermione laughed, knowing in her heart that she always had a friend in this man.
"Actually Oliver...I was wondering if you might be able to do a little background research on a certain 'Draco Malfoy', and how I might be able to meet him sometime soon..." Hermione said, a devious smile spreading over her lips. If she wasn't happy, why should Ginny be?
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Ginny collapsed into bed that night on top of the world. Draco had called her using a muggle contraption known as a phone, that she had had installed a few months ago. It was great, hearing his voice on the other end really did send shivers up and down her spine. She had never really had the chance to have a serious relationship because of this stupid crush that she had had on Harry for Goddess knows how long.
When they had gotten talking she had realized how much she had been missing out on when she was pining over Harry. Draco was everything Harry was plus more, he had his own unique personality that was scarily enticing to an innocent like Ginny.
Well, they had organised to meet that Sunday, at a little muggle restaurant in the center of London. *Shite, what am I going to wear* Ginny thought and she jumped up and rifled through her wardrobe. After years of pain, life was suddenly looking up.
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Ron Jumped into bed that night feeling his heart was light and happy. Jessica was staying over tomorrow night. This took his relationship to a new level. Poor little frigid Ronnikins, never getting any action. When he thought about it, it was pretty funny. He had never really been involved in any serious relationships; he had ended up getting with a couple of girls, Hermione among them, but never anything serious.
He knew about Hermione, he was one of the few that fully understood her. He knew that she used guys and that she slept around. He was worried about her though. Harry and him both had their own pretty serious relationships, and Ginny seemed serious about Draco, she could be the only one left out, although he knew that Hermione could never be without any action!
*I must remember to call her* he thought as one of his last thoughts before he drifted into sleep.
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After her conversation with Oliver she shut off her light and drifted into dreams, not before devising a plan that was sure to get Draco in her bed. As far as she was concerned, Draco was one person she wanted, but couldn't have. When she was brutally honest with herself, she realized she had wanted him since her Hogwarts years, and she had never gotten him. She wanted him now...and Hermione Granger always got what she wanted.
OKIES, WOT DID U FOLKS THINK OF THAT ONE, IT TOOK ME A WHILE AND I THOUGHT IT WOZ PRETTY GUD. HERMIONE IS SUCH A BITCH!!!!
WELL I OWE MASSES OF THANX TO DREAM-SIREN (READ HER FICS) FOR HELPING ME OUT AND FOR ALWAYZ REVIEWING EACH CHAPTER WHETHER OR NOT YOU LIKE IT!!!!
THANX HON!!!!
PLZ CONTINUE TO R/R GUYZ...EVEN MY OTHER FICZ PLZ!!!
LUV YA ALL
LOZ AND NATTY
Other than being known as a model, Hermione had a name as a bit of an easy girl. She slept with the rich and the powerful, and many said this was how she had made her way as a model. She remembered the first time she had ever used a guy for sex, and how bad she had felt afterwards, but now is was just a part of her life, coming as naturally to her as breathing. Don't think that Hermione wasn't talented in her field of expertise; she was the top of her field, model extraordinaire, the female equivalent of Oliver Wood. Call her what you would, but to the general public, she was seen as damn lucky.
But of course, this was all on the inside. On the outside, she was beautiful, skinny, and happy, the last thing that Hermione Granger was, was lonely!
She rolled over on her bed and picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialing the number. As it started to ring, she let out a huge sigh and closed her eyes. If there was one thing that calmed her down in was talking to the one person who would understand her situation completely.
"Hey Oliver, it's Mione, do you have time to talk" She began after her best friend, Oliver Wood picked up the phone. It was weird, her and Oliver being best friends and holding equal positions in the modeling world.
"Sure Mione, what's got you so worried" He sensed the anguish in her voice. It was weird, when you are that close to someone you can tell the emotion in their voice. "Another one slip through your fingers?" He said referring to the many guys Hermione tended to play.
"No...geez Wood, if only you had to deal with the opposite sex you wouldn't be so cocky." Hermione scolded.
"C'mon Mione, you know I like dicks, not chicks" he laughed. It was a pretty easy topic of discussion between the friends and a well known fact in the modeling world, that Oliver Wood was not exactly...straight. Hermione laughed, knowing in her heart that she always had a friend in this man.
"Actually Oliver...I was wondering if you might be able to do a little background research on a certain 'Draco Malfoy', and how I might be able to meet him sometime soon..." Hermione said, a devious smile spreading over her lips. If she wasn't happy, why should Ginny be?
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Ginny collapsed into bed that night on top of the world. Draco had called her using a muggle contraption known as a phone, that she had had installed a few months ago. It was great, hearing his voice on the other end really did send shivers up and down her spine. She had never really had the chance to have a serious relationship because of this stupid crush that she had had on Harry for Goddess knows how long.
When they had gotten talking she had realized how much she had been missing out on when she was pining over Harry. Draco was everything Harry was plus more, he had his own unique personality that was scarily enticing to an innocent like Ginny.
Well, they had organised to meet that Sunday, at a little muggle restaurant in the center of London. *Shite, what am I going to wear* Ginny thought and she jumped up and rifled through her wardrobe. After years of pain, life was suddenly looking up.
******************************************************
Ron Jumped into bed that night feeling his heart was light and happy. Jessica was staying over tomorrow night. This took his relationship to a new level. Poor little frigid Ronnikins, never getting any action. When he thought about it, it was pretty funny. He had never really been involved in any serious relationships; he had ended up getting with a couple of girls, Hermione among them, but never anything serious.
He knew about Hermione, he was one of the few that fully understood her. He knew that she used guys and that she slept around. He was worried about her though. Harry and him both had their own pretty serious relationships, and Ginny seemed serious about Draco, she could be the only one left out, although he knew that Hermione could never be without any action!
*I must remember to call her* he thought as one of his last thoughts before he drifted into sleep.
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After her conversation with Oliver she shut off her light and drifted into dreams, not before devising a plan that was sure to get Draco in her bed. As far as she was concerned, Draco was one person she wanted, but couldn't have. When she was brutally honest with herself, she realized she had wanted him since her Hogwarts years, and she had never gotten him. She wanted him now...and Hermione Granger always got what she wanted.
OKIES, WOT DID U FOLKS THINK OF THAT ONE, IT TOOK ME A WHILE AND I THOUGHT IT WOZ PRETTY GUD. HERMIONE IS SUCH A BITCH!!!!
WELL I OWE MASSES OF THANX TO DREAM-SIREN (READ HER FICS) FOR HELPING ME OUT AND FOR ALWAYZ REVIEWING EACH CHAPTER WHETHER OR NOT YOU LIKE IT!!!!
THANX HON!!!!
PLZ CONTINUE TO R/R GUYZ...EVEN MY OTHER FICZ PLZ!!!
LUV YA ALL
LOZ AND NATTY