A/N: Basically this is Cruel Intentions Harry Potter/Hogwarts style. It has some twists, but basically its the movie. This takes place Draco's seventh year. Minus a dead Dumbledor and an alive Voldemort. This will probably be my only fic, so enjoy. Read, Review whatevs.

New Note: For those of you who've already been reading, this is just a little edit, I'll be doing this all week, including the changing of some titles. Hopefully by the end of the week, I'll have posted a few new chapters and quite possibly the end! Terribly sorry to have made you wait almost a whole year for this. Though! It has been over a year since I started this! So to those of you who have been with me from the beginning, Thanks! I promise you'll get your fix. =)

Disclaimer: I disclaim.

Draco Malfoy was not a fool by any means. He was the son of Lucius Malfoy, which in term meant that he was nothing short of the best. Well, save for the Mudblood who was always at the top of his class. Not that it mattered.

Despite this, Draco continued to claim otherwise.

"I am a fool," Draco said.

"You're not a fool," said his head-healer Alyssa Bell.

Alyssa Bell was one of those women who acted perfect, and used clever facades to illusion people into believing that she was something that she, quite frankly, was not. Draco was no stranger to this factoid, and he was using it to his advantage ever since he was told he needed a head healer in order to return to Hogwarts.

After his father broke into the ministry and was taken to Azkaban, like most other Slytherin parents, Draco was forced to see a head-healer, along with a large chunk of his housemates. His best friend, Blaise Zabini, was one of the few who did not have to see a head-healer and found the whole situation hilarious. He often could be found tormenting Draco constantly for it.

Unlike Lucius, Blaise's parents remained neutral in the whole Voldemort against Harry Potter battle, they had a high social standing as well as a great deal of money which enabled them to stay safely neutral.

In fact, it was Draco's supposed best friend who suggested Head-Healer Bell. He told Draco she was the mother of the Gryffindor Quidditch player Katie. Draco remembered Blaise's exact words, "You need a challenge, Head-Healer Bell will play you at your own game, but you're creative, you'll think of something." Soon after, Draco began to wonder why he ever listened to a word that came out of Blaise's mouth.

At the time, Draco thought Blaise was being obnoxious, and merely shook his head. However, a few sessions in, Draco soon caught on and stepped up his game. He was quite aware of the fact that she was using him for his Malfoy money, name and social standing. Everyone wanted the Malfoy fortune, to ruin the Malfoy name, and be in the Malfoy graces all at the same time. And Healer Bell was attempting to do just that. Draco Malfoy was many things, but a fool he was not.

"Yes, I am," he continued adamantly. "I can't feel sorry for myself, because I'm a poor little rich boy."

"It's not your fault, adolescence is a difficult time, and without great parenting, things can go awry," she said with a slight roll of her eyes while Draco was facing the other way. "You have to rise above their mistakes, here," she said as she reached for a book, "GREAT PARENTlNG, an autographed copy, just for you!" Her Quick Quill Notes wrote down on her parchment pad specifically for Draco –bill for book money. She continued on, "Stop being so hard on yourself, what's in the past is over, and you can't change who your parents are."

Smirking to himself on how well he was playing her, and how oblivious she really was, he said, "You're right, it's hard to believe that there was once a time when I worshiped my deranged father and did whatever he did. I looked up to him you know and once my third year came around I began to disagree with father, granted my rebellion was covered. As I grew older all l could only think about sex and the girls I bed. Of course father approved of my cunningness on bedding so many girls. What father didn't know was that I didn't just shag the purebloods, that would be too easy, and I knew father wouldn't mind. It was the mudbloods and the half-bloods that father didn't know about. Each girl was a conquest, a perfect notch on my bedpost, a higher ranking in my reputation, and of course a silent representation of what my father despises. And I know that's no way to go through life, I mean, take yourself, for example, You're an attractive woman and you have killer legs. By the way I would love to photograph them. Only the old me would say that, I'm cured now."

Showing mock happiness and pride she said, "I'm so proud of you!"

"Same time next week?" he asked.

"Didn't l tell you?" She said, feigning surprise, "I'm going on a book tour, worldwide!"

Draco, recognizing what she was doing, matched her veneer with one of his own. Putting on a pout he whined, "Why? I need you!"

"Because other people need my help too," she replied.

Before Draco could respond with another perfectly rehearsed line, he was interrupted by the Welcome Witch's head in the floo.

"Healer Bell, your daughter is waiting on the floo; she's on the purple powdered line."

"Thank you Marci, tell her I'll be with her in a moment."

During the interlude, Draco started to look around the room, stopping in front of a picture of Katie in her Quidditch uniform. Smirking to himself he waited until the two women stopped talking. "Is this her?"

"Yes, that's my Katie; she's a prefect you know. She's the only seventh year Gryffindor that's still in Quidditch, so she'll be captain this year."

"She seems nice, you know, she's exactly the type of girl I should be with."

"She's a little out of your league, no offence."

Smirking to himself, Draco nodded, "All the good ones are, Thank you for everything Healer Bell, I'll miss you," he put on his best, "I'm sad" face.

Healer Bell retaliated with a false smile, "I'll miss you too Draco dear."

Draco walked out of the healers office looked at his pocket watch and headed outside counting down the minutes until he would get a well deserved show.

Meanwhile in Healer Bell's office:

The moment Draco closes the door Healer Bell muttered, "Schmuck. Absolute wanker, no good…"

Marci's head pops back into the floo, interrupting Healer Bells rant. "Your daughter is still holding."

"Thank you Marci." She grabs a handful of purple powder and tosses it into the fire. "Hi sweetie," noticing her daughter's face she asked, "Is something wrong?"

Katie wailed, "He told me he loved me! And I believed him! I'm so stupid!"

Her mother took a deep breath and said, "It's going to be alright, calm down, take a deep breath and step out of the circle…"

"Mom, would you cut your psychobabble bullshit?!" Katie shrieked. "There are pictures of me in the Teen Howler!"

The Teen Howler was a weekly newspaper conveniently owned and edited by Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. Anyone could enter in an article, even non-purebloods. The boys wanted to make money, not that they needed it, and if they denied mudbloods and half-bloods as Blaise put it, then half their customers would be gone.

No topic was taboo for the Teen Howler and it could even charmed [for seven sickles extra per month] so that parents couldn't see certain articles, should the reader request the feature. No Article was left out, unless of course it was poorly written. Even mudblood Granger had an article of her own, in addition to her regular individual editing duties.

At the beginning when Draco and Blaise decided that they were going to start this newspaper just for teens, they knew they couldn't do it alone. Draco insisted on a Ravenclaw who by nature are smart, but Blaise was adamant, he wanted the best, even if it was a mudblood Gryffindor. "Besides," he said, "if Granger's on board, we'll get more readers, and more people well buy our paper. And we can still sell them at school, it would be promoting 'inter-house unity' if we big bad Slytherins are working with a good girl Gryffindor." Draco couldn't disagree with that, and told Blaise if he could get her to agree to work with the big bad Slytherins, then he would be all for it.

Convincing Granger was a tough job, but Blaise managed the task, pointing out not only would it enhance inter-house unity, but it would keep the wizarding teens of Hogwarts updated. He also told her that she would of course get paid substantially for the work on the paper and any article she puts in, plus extra if it gets good reviews. It was an offer Hermione couldn't refuse, and so it began.

Though Hermione Granger did a substantial amount of work, it was ultimately Draco and Blaise who decided what would go into each article. She worked right up with them to make sure the paper was organized and out on time. Draco would never admit it, but the Mudblood was good at doing whatever it is that she does.

Healer Bell slightly confused asked, "What kind of pictures?" as she rustled around her papers trying to find her subscription of Teen Howler that Draco had given her at the start of their session.

"NUDIE PICTURES, What kind do you think?!" wailed Katie.

Her mother muttered to herself, "Slut, slut...." Then said, "How could you be so stupid?!" as she saw the article.

"Its ju- ju- just, that he was so cha- cha- charming. And, and all he di- di- did was say how I ha- ha- had ki- ki- killer legs and, and how he, he wan- wanted to pho- pho- photograph them." She stuttered, and then continued, "And things just got completely out of hand."

Her mother no longer in front of the floo ran to her window while muttering in-coherencies about her daughter. She threw open her window and looked down seeing Draco Malfoy smirking up at her as if he was waiting for her. She yelled out the window, "You're going to bloody pay for this, you little wanker! Do you hear me?"

Draco smirked as Blaise and Hermione walked over. Draco turned to his best friend and said two words, "challenge complete."

Blaise just smiled broadly, while Hermione looked up at the shrieking healer, frowned and shook her head. Just as Hermione opened her mouth to reprimand Draco for the article, a pretty brunette with hazel eyes walked up and said "What's her problem?"

Draco turned to her and got that light in his eye that Blaise and Hermione knew all to well. He replied with a smirk, "Looks as though somebody's in need of a bit of therapy."

Healer Bell getting more infuriated as Draco ignores her, yelled "You won't get away with this. You get up here! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Ignoring protests from Hermione, Draco asked, "So what's your name?"

Giggling and blushing slightly, she replied "Clarissa."

Draco could only think to himself, 'Merlin, this is going to be too easy.' Aloud he said, "Merlin you are beautiful."

Slightly surprised, she said with a smile, "Why thank you!"

At this point Blaise covered his hand over Hermione's mouth and held tightly on her arm.

Draco noticed this and took his opening, "Well Clarissa," he said to her, "I have decided that I'm going to take you to lunch."

With that he walked away from a smiling Blaise and a protesting, red faced Hermione. Once Draco and the girl were out of ear-shot, Blaise let go of Hermione. Hermione opened her mouth to start but Blaise beat her to it. "Oh come on Granger, you know Malfoy, if it wasn't that girl, it would have been another. At least this one we don't know personally and chances are he won't even put her in the paper."

Hermione glared at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest before using her best Molly Weasley voice. "That's not the point Zabini! He shouldn't take advantage of unsuspecting girls and then throw them away like rubbish once he's finished fulfilling his horrific needs, and YOU haven't the right to touch me, and if you value any of your bits, I suggest you refrain from doing so again, otherwise next time, I'll show you just how clever I am with my wand!"

"Alright, Alright, I'm sorry. Don't get your knickers in a bunch. Come on, let's get some lunch before we get back to the paper, I'm starved, and who knows how long before the Slytherin Sex God returns."

Hermione narrowed her eyes before hesitantly agreeing. It would be awhile before the Slytherin Prat returned, and she was rather hungry. At least Zabini was pleasant enough and was slightly humorous. They turned and walked in the same direction Malfoy left, knowing that the lunch they were about to have was going to be very different from the lunch he was shortly about to have.