Chapter 14
Hermione lay awake in Astoria's bed. Beside her, Astoria slept peacefully, her face a picture of innocence. Hermione's mind churned with dark, calculated thoughts.
Astoria was the perfect pureblood witch, everything Draco's family desired. If Hermione could nudge Draco into spending time with Astoria, it might grant her the reprieve she needed. She didn't want Draco to abandon her completely—just enough to give her some freedom.
Hermione knew Draco might even enjoy the idea of sharing a bed with both witches. He had already let Blaise take liberties, so the possibility was real. She would plant subtle hints about Astoria's beauty and lineage, orchestrating situations to push them together, carefully balancing Draco's attention.
Hermione solidified her resolve. Guilt was a luxury she couldn't afford. Turning to look at Astoria's peaceful face, she whispered, "You'll be my little lamb." With a heart steeled by necessity, Hermione closed her eyes, her mind already plotting the next steps.
Tomorrow, the game would continue, and Hermione Granger would ensure her survival by any means necessary.