The Favor Fiend

Chapter 1

I know. I can't help myself. It is what it is. I've been sitting in the stands watching Ron practice since early this morning. Of course, he's as clueless as a bag of potatoes, but I've learned to live with it. After years of being innocently rejected by the boy I've been swooning over, for the better part of my teenage years, I know he's not the brightest bulb in the box.

I want to move on, but it's not as easy as it seems. Enter sixth year, Callum Matthews; A.K.A-My Fake Boyfriend. He was the perfect plan for making Ron jealous, before realizing it was a hopeless plan. It was Ginny's idea and I should have never listened to her.

I flaunted, flirted and flattered Callum every time Ron was in earshot, but nothing! I stepped up my game by kissing him in-front of Ron and nothing, yet again. What does a girl have to do to get a little attention when desired?

"Trying to bend a spoon with the power of your thoughts again, Granger?" Draco mocked taking a seat a few bleachers above where she was seated.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the snobbish, blond haired git she now had to deal with atop everything else.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy? This is a closed practice. Gryffindor only." She replied with distain.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist. Slytherin has the pitch for the rest of the day."

"That makes sense. Slytherin should get in all the practice they need. Another few decades and you guys will be…a quarter as good as Gryffindor." She retorted sarcastically.

"Funny, Granger." He said. "I guess we'll see who's got real talent on the pitch next time we unfortunately associate houses."

"Bewitching your seeking skills to impress doesn't count as talent, Malfoy."

"Guess you're going to have to be my good luck charm from now on, eh Granger?" he replied and then instantly roared out laughing. "Wow, first time I couldn't keep a straight face."

Hermione closed her eyes trying to control the dwindling spiral that was now her patience. It was wearing thin with Draco around.

Malfoy headed away from Granger to get ready for Quidditch practice; leaving her to get lost in the power of her torturous thoughts.

Oh…look at him. Hermione sighed. He's doing that amazing flippy move as goalkeeper again. Listen to me, my brain is fried and I'm making up words to describe things. When did I turn into Lavender Brown?

Getting up to leave, she turned and looked at Ron one more time before swooning. She didn't know when she had become such a girl, but she didn't like it very much.

XOXO

Eating lunch with Harry and Ginny a few hours later, Hermione was going out of her mind. Since this whole "Callum-Jealousy-Ron" thing wasn't working, she decided that she would have to "fake" breakup with Callum.

Luckily, he was fine with the whole situation. Hermione promised to tutor him for the whole year if he did this one little thing for Hermione. It was a tradeoff where both parties could benefit in the long run. But at this point, only one side was being favored.

Hermione thought it would be an easy target since Callum was on the Ravenclaw quidditch team, as a beater. Mix Ron and competition in various directions and you'd get a show. But for some reason, it just wasn't working when it came to Hermione. And, she just didn't understand why. Was she trying to hard?...or maybe not enough?...

She wasn't someone who liked to wear her emotions on her sleeve. So telling Ron how she felt upfront wasn't in the cards.

Looking casually around the great Hall, Hermione spotted Ron down the table talking to…Lavender Brown. Hermione was irritated instantly. What if they were rekindling what they used to have? Hermione turned her attention over to her plate of food and tried to make Ron disappear.

Laughing silently to himself from Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy kept his eye on Hermione. He knew Little Miss Priss was hung up on Weasel. He found it hilarious. She gave him all these signs and he just ignored her unknowingly. Honestly, Granger's hints were about as subtle as a terrorist yelling "bomb" in the middle of an airport. That meant Weasel was a bigger moron than Draco ever thought possible.

Granger also has no taste in men either. Draco rolled his eyes and realized staring at her made his eyes burn.

Callum had just walked into the Great Hall and took a seat next to Hermione. The brown eyed, dark haired male was the brunette equivalent of Draco in the eyes of every woman. Every girl except Hermione, as it seems. Draco would have been slightly intimidated of the bloke if he didn't know that Callum only came from a middle class, half muggle, half magic family from London. No money…no competition, for the shallow anyway. What girls saw in him, he just couldn't grasp.

Callum kissed Hermione on the cheek, to keep up appearances. But, Ron didn't even notice. That added dismay to Hermione and was starting to take its toll on her.

"I hate to do this, but I actually have to go." Hermione said to her friends as she got ready to leave.

"But Mione, you didn't even finish your lunch." Ginny noted.

"I know…but, I actually have a headache, so I'm going to head back to my dorm ." She said telling the truth. Ron was giving her a headache and not in the good sense of dizzying up the girl.

"Do you need an escort?" Callum asked politely.

"Oh um… thanks anyway, but I'm okay. I'm just going to sleep it off." She said before giving one last glance at Ron and Lavender making doe eyes at each other and leaving the hall.

Sickening.

XOXO

Draco was so close to catching the Snitch. He was just inches away from the flying, golden ball. His arm stretched out and his hand got ready to wrap around the Snitch and hold it so tight it could never get away from him. He was concentrating hard on the catch that when the snitch took a dive, Draco was going too fast to stop from crashing into one of the stands. As the Snitch fell away from him, Draco fell away from his broom and hit the ground with a hard thump.

As he groaned in agony, the other players rushed over to check on their most valuable player. Draco whined and made sure to make a scene out of the incident. As he lay on the ground, he gripped his right arm and knew from past experience that he had broken it.

He was bitterer about the fact that this defeat had gotten in the way of the catch than he was about the actual accident. It was an annoyance he would have to deal with until the next time he would be able to play on the pitch.

As Madam Pomfrey took care of him in the hospital wing, Hermione came in looking for an herb that would make her now severe headache go away. She spotted Draco laying in one of the beds and Madam Pomfrey inspecting his arm.

"Well, it's not broken Mr. Malfoy. You can ease your mind on that. It's just severely sprained." She informed him. "I'll have it good as new in two shakes of hippogriff's tail." Getting up to retrieve what she needed, she saw Hermione standing there waiting for her.

"Ah, Ms. Granger. What can I do for you?"

"I have a horrible headache. I was hoping there was something you could do."

"Of course. Mr. Malfoy, I'll be right back." As Madam Pomfrey left, Hermione felt the awkwardness in the room. You'd think things would be a little bit easier considering Draco was her roommate. He was Head Boy and she was Head Girl. Hermione had many theories about how he had attained the position. Her number one theory dealt with Lucius buying his son's way into the spot.

Draco squinted at the brown haired girl.

"A headache?" he asked rudely. "That's what you get for stalking Weasel, Granger." He said. "Sneaking around in the dark, watching him around corners and hiding in bathroom stalls isn't healthy. Give the boy some space."

"Shut up, Malfoy. You don't know anything." She said.

"Yeah, I' m sure." He said disbelieving. "Having you unfortunately as my roommate has caused me to learn things about you I'd prefer to live without knowing."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" she asked crossing her arms.

"Like…you had a crush on David Beckham your whole life, you hate the smell of pecan pie and your number one fantasy is Weasel dressed like a pirate saving you from a castle in the Alps."

Her mouth dropped and she glared at him.

"You read my diary?" she yelled.

"Next time, don't fall asleep on the couch with it." He said. "You've been warned."

"You are so vile! How dare you do something like that. Diaries are for people to keep their private thoughts to themselves. You had no right to read it."

He just looked back at her, un-phased by her speech.

"Yeah well…I did." He said. "It's done."

She shook her head and Madam Pomfrey came walking back into the room.

"Here you go, Ms. Granger. This should help you." She said handing her a glass of water and a tiny little pill that had been transformed down from a wild magical plant that Professor Sprout had started growing in the greenhouses. "And for you Mr. Malfoy." she said walking over to him. "This will hurt just a little bit."

Madam Pomfrey pointed her wand at Draco's arm and spoke an incantation. His arm glowed for a moment before it slowly began to mend itself. Hermione saw Draco wince for a moment, but less than five seconds later she told him he was free to go.

As Hermione headed back to her dorm, the thought of someone reading her diary just made her blush with embarrassment. She didn't understand why he had to be so crude and take advantage of the situation. Another thing that angered her about having him as a roommate.

Draco then appeared out of nowhere right beside her.

"Leave me alone." She said angrily before saying the password to the Heads dormitories. Walking into the comfortable and spacious common room, Draco just wouldn't listen to her demands.

"You know, you were out for hours. I found out some juicy stuff while you were unconscious."

"Congratulations on being a nosy scum." She replied heading for her door.

"Like…how you and Matthews aren't really dating and how you're using him to get the Firecrotch jealous." He smirked when she stopped dead in her tracks.

"I can't believe you." She said turning around. She was fuming to say the least.

"So Weasley doesn't see you as more than a friend?" he asked. "And you're trying to use Matthews to get to him and hope that he'll realize that he doesn't want to be with anyone but you? Am I on the right track here?" he asked all-knowingly.

"I have nothing left to say to you." She said disappointingly.

"Yeah, well I'm not done saying what I want to you."

Hermione rolled her eyes because she didn't want to deal with Draco and his childish ways anymore.

"Callum Matthews isn't a threat, Granger." He said. "It's not a shocker seeing one pansy with another. If you want to get Weasel's attention, you have to make him give it to you. You need to shock him." He said. Hermione couldn't believe this, but he had a point. "To make him notice, you need to go big."

"And how would I do that?" she asked.

"You need…" a dirty smirk appeared on his face and Hermione knew she wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Me."

"What?"

"You need me. I'm the only one who will snag his attention. If he sees you with any other random guy, he won't be impressed. But, if you're with the enemy…" she listened intently. "He's going to notice."

"FYI-we're enemies too." She said.

"Duh, Granger. But, face it…you need me." Draco was loving this moment. If he helped Granger out, he would own her. He was the only one who could make a difference.

"This is mad." She stated. "I will not do it. No way."

"Fine." Draco said sighing. "I think I hear wedding bells for the Weasley, Brown wedding." He put a hand to his ear.

Hermione contemplated for a minute.

"What would you want in return?" she asked.

"Oh trust me…I can think of something."

"I can't believe I'm about to say this but…alright."

"No, no. You have to ask for it." he mocked.

"Will you help me?" she asked impatiently.

"Help you what? I'm a man. I need specifics or I'll think you need help with…anything." He said raising his eyebrows up and down.

"Will you help me get Ron jealous?" she asked again.

Malfoy pretended to miss what she said.

"Oh sorry, were you talking to me?" he asked.

"Draco." She started again. "Will you help me get Ron jealous?"

He pretended to think for a second.

"It would be my pleasure."

So thus, it began. The beginning of what would soon be a confusing, twisted plan of jealousy, deception and of course old fashioned lust.

Draco owned Hermione at this point. And he was planning to collect when the time came.

Oh yes…best plan I've ever come up with by far. I amaze myself sometimes.

A/N-Alrighty, here it is. A brand new story for you readers to seek your teeth into. I hope you enjoy because you're about to go on a wild ride. This story is sometimes in Hermione perspective and then Draco's. I'm going to make it as easy to understand as possible. So leave some reviews and tell me what you think.