Who Ever heard of a Love Square?
Harry lay in his bed rubbing his finger absentmindedly over his scar. His Hogwarts dormitory had never looked so gloomy. He was all alone and it was stormy out, meaning that he couldn't round up the Quidditch team for an impromptu practice to get his mind off his unhappiness. No matter how he tried to think happy thoughts he couldn't get out of his mind what he saw at Breakfast. He figured that he should be happy for his two best friends, even though he knew Ron and Hermione were so wrong for each other. Just seeing them whispering sweetly to one another and Ron stumbling all over himself. Hermione didn't say one word to him the whole meal, aside from the occasionally please pass the syrup, salt, and whatnot. Harry guessed that she was just too wrapped up in her feelings for Ron to even remember that he was there.
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Hermione sat before her vanity lining up all the little Muggle cosmetics and jars she used because in her opinion was a waste of magic and also seemed a bit inaccurate. Secretly she liked the time to look at herself in the mirror. She wasn't narcissistic; she just had no other time to herself. Ron crowded her so close. She knew she was shutting Harry out, but if Ron suspected that she didn't really like him she could lose his friendship forever. She knew in a few weeks this whole thing would die down and they could just be friends again. Maybe then she could have what she really wanted, Draco Malfoy. She knew he was the enemy but she couldn't control her emotions. There was little chance that he would be interested in a Muggle-born but still... there was always a glimmer of hope.
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Ron was gloomily prodding the common room fire; he just couldn't get his mind off Hermione. He knew that she didn't really like him the way he wanted her to but he couldn't let go of her. She was like a ray of sunshine in his life that was overshadowed by his brother's and Harry's and Hermione's own accomplishments. He felt like he was known as The Great Harry Potter sidekick or that guy with the flying car. Or one of the Weasleys and not for being Ron. That was all he wanted, to be popular because people like him not because he was surrounded by people who were already well renound. Sometimes he wished he went to Beauxbatons or somewhere so that he could start over and be himself.
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Cold stone walls surrounded Draco as he sat in a high-backed armchair in the Slytherin common room, yet he was light-hearted. Strewn over a table before him were letters asking for a date from hundreds of the female population in Hogwarts. He knew he was stunningly handsome, his cool gray eyes, his white blonde hair, his fair snowy skin that was perfect in contrast to his black robes. Yet even though he could have any almost any girl, the only one he wanted seemed to despise him. Rightfully so, he called her a Mudblood and scorned her as dirty and common because she was of Muggle parentage. How could he even hope that she would be able to see past his rough exterior and find the love in his heart.
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{Now that there is a background on how each of the characters feels here goes the story!}
Hermione sat in the library leafing through a book about Love Potions. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost time for lunch. She couldn't hide from Ron any longer. It had been like hide and seek between her and Ron for weeks, but it wasn't just a game, Hermione really didn't want to be found. Poor Ron she thought he really doesn't know, he just thinks I'm being Hermione, reading all the time always in the library. In all reality half the time I'm pretending to read so he won't bother me. Hermione felt a twinge of guilt. Her stomach rumbled. She couldn't avoid lunch. Closing her book she stood up pushed the chair in and grabbed her bag.
She was hardly out of the library when she was encumbered by someone she least expected, Draco. He sneered at her.
"Where's Potty and Weasel? Oh I guess the stench of Mudblood was making them sick."
"Well it hasn't driven you off yet has it oh wait." Hermione shook out her robes and her hair. "There that should be enough odors to shake you."
Draco just stood looking at her. He hadn't even heard what she had said. Draco heard himself thinking, 'That's the hottest girl ever.' Hermione noticed that he had been rendered speechless and chose that moment to escape.
Hermione was almost to the marble staircase by the time Draco regained his senses. He scrambled to catch up with her. She heard that pounding of footsteps gaining on her. As soon as she turned she felt herself in a strange embrace and felt cool lips pressed against hers and a warm tongue slip smoothly between her lips. She smelled heavy cologne and automatically pushed away. Draco's usually pale complexion was flushed and his eyes often lazy were bright and darty. He stammered and stuttered.
Hermione wasn't exactly surprised; everything was right on schedule. She had dosed him on Thursday and today was Saturday, so it was taking effect perfectly. She had just checked the book to make sure it was right. She had brewed a Love Potion in Myrtle's bathroom, even though she hated to break school rules she just couldn't resist. She didn't think that she had a chance with Draco without one. The potion would wear off by Tuesday, but that didn't matter, because by then she would have captured Draco's heart.
Draco inviting her to sit at the Slytherin table interrupted Hermione's thoughts.
"No. I will never be with the Slytherins"said Hermione abruptly, she could afford to play hard to get, she would warm up to him later when she was ready.
"Oh. OK." He said his face falling dramatically. "See you later then."
"Ok." Said Hermione brightly to give him a little encouragement.
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Harry lay in his bed rubbing his finger absentmindedly over his scar. His Hogwarts dormitory had never looked so gloomy. He was all alone and it was stormy out, meaning that he couldn't round up the Quidditch team for an impromptu practice to get his mind off his unhappiness. No matter how he tried to think happy thoughts he couldn't get out of his mind what he saw at Breakfast. He figured that he should be happy for his two best friends, even though he knew Ron and Hermione were so wrong for each other. Just seeing them whispering sweetly to one another and Ron stumbling all over himself. Hermione didn't say one word to him the whole meal, aside from the occasionally please pass the syrup, salt, and whatnot. Harry guessed that she was just too wrapped up in her feelings for Ron to even remember that he was there.
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Hermione sat before her vanity lining up all the little Muggle cosmetics and jars she used because in her opinion was a waste of magic and also seemed a bit inaccurate. Secretly she liked the time to look at herself in the mirror. She wasn't narcissistic; she just had no other time to herself. Ron crowded her so close. She knew she was shutting Harry out, but if Ron suspected that she didn't really like him she could lose his friendship forever. She knew in a few weeks this whole thing would die down and they could just be friends again. Maybe then she could have what she really wanted, Draco Malfoy. She knew he was the enemy but she couldn't control her emotions. There was little chance that he would be interested in a Muggle-born but still... there was always a glimmer of hope.
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Ron was gloomily prodding the common room fire; he just couldn't get his mind off Hermione. He knew that she didn't really like him the way he wanted her to but he couldn't let go of her. She was like a ray of sunshine in his life that was overshadowed by his brother's and Harry's and Hermione's own accomplishments. He felt like he was known as The Great Harry Potter sidekick or that guy with the flying car. Or one of the Weasleys and not for being Ron. That was all he wanted, to be popular because people like him not because he was surrounded by people who were already well renound. Sometimes he wished he went to Beauxbatons or somewhere so that he could start over and be himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold stone walls surrounded Draco as he sat in a high-backed armchair in the Slytherin common room, yet he was light-hearted. Strewn over a table before him were letters asking for a date from hundreds of the female population in Hogwarts. He knew he was stunningly handsome, his cool gray eyes, his white blonde hair, his fair snowy skin that was perfect in contrast to his black robes. Yet even though he could have any almost any girl, the only one he wanted seemed to despise him. Rightfully so, he called her a Mudblood and scorned her as dirty and common because she was of Muggle parentage. How could he even hope that she would be able to see past his rough exterior and find the love in his heart.
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{Now that there is a background on how each of the characters feels here goes the story!}
Hermione sat in the library leafing through a book about Love Potions. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost time for lunch. She couldn't hide from Ron any longer. It had been like hide and seek between her and Ron for weeks, but it wasn't just a game, Hermione really didn't want to be found. Poor Ron she thought he really doesn't know, he just thinks I'm being Hermione, reading all the time always in the library. In all reality half the time I'm pretending to read so he won't bother me. Hermione felt a twinge of guilt. Her stomach rumbled. She couldn't avoid lunch. Closing her book she stood up pushed the chair in and grabbed her bag.
She was hardly out of the library when she was encumbered by someone she least expected, Draco. He sneered at her.
"Where's Potty and Weasel? Oh I guess the stench of Mudblood was making them sick."
"Well it hasn't driven you off yet has it oh wait." Hermione shook out her robes and her hair. "There that should be enough odors to shake you."
Draco just stood looking at her. He hadn't even heard what she had said. Draco heard himself thinking, 'That's the hottest girl ever.' Hermione noticed that he had been rendered speechless and chose that moment to escape.
Hermione was almost to the marble staircase by the time Draco regained his senses. He scrambled to catch up with her. She heard that pounding of footsteps gaining on her. As soon as she turned she felt herself in a strange embrace and felt cool lips pressed against hers and a warm tongue slip smoothly between her lips. She smelled heavy cologne and automatically pushed away. Draco's usually pale complexion was flushed and his eyes often lazy were bright and darty. He stammered and stuttered.
Hermione wasn't exactly surprised; everything was right on schedule. She had dosed him on Thursday and today was Saturday, so it was taking effect perfectly. She had just checked the book to make sure it was right. She had brewed a Love Potion in Myrtle's bathroom, even though she hated to break school rules she just couldn't resist. She didn't think that she had a chance with Draco without one. The potion would wear off by Tuesday, but that didn't matter, because by then she would have captured Draco's heart.
Draco inviting her to sit at the Slytherin table interrupted Hermione's thoughts.
"No. I will never be with the Slytherins"said Hermione abruptly, she could afford to play hard to get, she would warm up to him later when she was ready.
"Oh. OK." He said his face falling dramatically. "See you later then."
"Ok." Said Hermione brightly to give him a little encouragement.
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