The Love
Potion Mix
Up
For the British Harry
Potter Fans, by Golden*Faerey. You can still read if you're from another
country!
"Scottish weather." Hermione
moaned looking outside from the snug Gryffindor Common Room "It's either
raining cats or dogs, or winds at hurricane scale are hitting us!" Hermione
folded her arms and scowled at Harry who had started to make paper aeroplanes
out of parchment.
"What is with you today?" Harry
asked, slamming the aeroplane down on the side table.
"What is with me? How
rude!" Hermione gave Harry one of her looks and turned to Ron.
"Don't start on me!" Ron
gasped, backing away from Hermione whose face turned a pleasant red.
"I wasn't going to!" She said,
rather taken back, her face now turning pink as she gradually calmed down, "In
face I was going to ask you if I could have some of that delicious fudge your
mum sent you."
"Oh, OK, here have the lot, I
don't want it anymore." Ron picked up the small brown box wrapped up in cords
and passed it to Hermione.
"Thank you!" She sighed and
opened it immediately and started to munch on vanilla fudges, chocolate fudges,
caramel fudges, and the most indulgent, chocolate vanilla and caramel fudges.
The contents were gone in seconds.
"Hermione, are you OK?" Harry
asked, staring at the box in shock.
"I'm feeling great Harry!"
Hermione piped, grinning serenely.
"Are you going to be sick?" Ron
asked, Hermione turned to him and her grin fell. "Only, because you've gone
slightly green." She closed her eyes and coughed up rather a messy… We won't go
into it. "And you've been sick all over the carpet." Ron rolled his eyes at
Hermione.
Later that night Hermione felt
like going on a reading marathon and wanted a quick trip to the library to read
ancient spell books and brand new spell books.
"Ahem, Harry?" She whispered
through the Gryffindor Fifth Year Boy's dormitory. The door opened and Harry
stood in a red dressing gown (terribly huge) and also wore an angry grimace.
"How may I help you, at this
time of night!?" Harry yelled, his fists in a ball.
"I was just wondering if I
could borrow your Invisibility Cloak, I feel like reading. Its all that fudge I
had, it's made me a bit mad!" Harry grinned, quite shocked to see Hermione a
bit high.
"Alright I'll get it." He
popped back to his room and came out holding the silvery cloak.
"Thank you!" Hermione threw it
o'er her head and headed for the library.
Every so
often she would see a House Elf scamper across her path running their midnight
errands for the staff and pupils at Hogwarts.
Hermione
scowled at her self for being to lazy to continue S.P.E.W, she had exams this
year, no silly little organisation for naïve house elves, she thought.
Ten minutes
later she saw the great pine doors leading to the library with Hogwart's
Library engraved on the magnificent door. She slowly grabbed the golden knob
and turned it, opening the huge room to herself.
"Yes, the
whole library, to myself!" She gasped taking the cloak off from her head.
Hermione
stepped over to a sign that said Teachers Only Hermione felt intrigued
and pulled a small book out from the self. She dropped it in horror as it let
out a bloodcurdling scream; she only just remembered what had happened to Harry
once, so she ran over to hind behind a self at the back of the library.
At once she
heard footsteps head in the direction of the Teachers Only section, so
she slipped the cloak over her head and curled up like a baby and hoped she
wouldn't be stepped on.
"I don't
see anyone my sweet." It was Filch, talking to his grotesque cat. "This stupid
student will pay… Oh this little idiot won't know what's coming." He cackled
and left the library to start solving his 'case'.
"That was
so close." Hermione muttered, she stood up and decided not to take the cloak of
just in case. Turning around she saw a self she had really never seen before.
She pulled a book out, it looked interesting, deep read and leather, very
heavy, but nonetheless very old…
It was very
old and the gold letters had faded away, but she could make out a golden heart
surrounded by golden roses.
Carefully
she opened the book 'No screaming…' She thought, and continued to turn the
pages until she found a title page.
After about
ten red blank pages she found the white (well rather yellow and brown) title
page, she gasped as she read the title; Love Potions, Spells and Teenage
Heartache Remedies, by Geraldine Scanlan. She had found her night time
reading book…
* * * * *
She snuggled up in her bed with the book beside her
replacing her usual book Hogwarts: A History on her other side was her
teddy, Mr Tango, a rather filthy tiger she got for her fifth birthday, it
hasn't been washed since then.
With Mr
Tango by her side she started to read the first chapter entitled Love
Potions… It was so very interesting.
* * * * *
"You've been up
all night Hermione! You look a wreck!" Ron gasped looking at Hermione in
horror.
"I have a
reason, I found this in the library last night." She smiled at Harry and Ron
and pulled out the book from under her school jumper.
"Love
Potions, Spells, and Teenage Heartache Remedies by Geraldine Scanlan. Wow!
Where did you find this?" Harry whispered in shock grabbing the book form
Hermione's hands and flicking the pages.
"I've read
all of it, memorised all the spells, potions, concoctions and remedies! We're
cured!"
"Hang on,
where is the real Hermione? The real Hermione wouldn't break school
rules." Ron chuckled.
"Ron, this
is our answer, you could get any girl you wanted, and I could get
any boy I wanted!" Hermione's eyes darted around the room incase anyone
saw what they were doing. "I know it's illegal, but we're teenagers, and we've
been through, a lot. It won't hurt, its just a bit of fun isn't?"
"Yeah, we
weren't disagreeing!" Harry laughed. "This book is looking good, must have been
a bestseller."
"No, infact
in was banned on 14th February 1687 because there was a terrible
amount of teenage pregnancies and two hundred witches had their head's chopped
off because of having illegitimate children." Hermione finished and gave Harry
and Ron careful looks. "Now don't overuse it! You must use it carefully, or you
could have the wrong person falling in love with you!" She looked them sternly
in the eyes and ushered them to go down to breakfast. She knew who she was going
to perform her spell on…
Author's Note
I was once lost, but now I'm found.
It's taken me three Saturdays to write
this as they're the only says free in my schedule as I'm now doing GCSEs! Agh!
I hope you enjoyed it! Don't flame, only
constructive criticism please!
I love you all!!
Pray for Peace
Disclaimer
Everything belongs to JK Rowling, and
Geraldine Scanlan is the headmistress of my school so, she can be disowned!
