Author's Notes: I'm back! Anyway, wanna ask why it's Rem Clayreid's Mirroring Heaven? I was running out of ideas, and my good pal, Rem Clayreid, gave me this idea. So, the idea is from him and... I just have to take notice of that. Enjoy!
Song of Inspiration: Time Isn't Healing by Tom Felton
Why that? Here's why: I was currently trying to answer my way to the next stage of when suddenly, my Window's Media Player started playing a song (mind you, I did not press it or asked it to do so) which is...Time Isn't Healing by Tom Felton! I was like...wtf? And I called aloud, "God! What are you trying to say?" Hahaha, just sharing.
Enjoy!
Rem Clayreid's Mirroring Heaven
"Do—do you think…this would work?"
"Hundred percent sure."
"But..this—this means.."
"Stop stuttering, doofus. Just do it. It's for the best. And, you lost the bet anyway."
"But…who will take care of?..."
"—Me."
And he smirked.
"Oh well, all I needed was confirmation, you know."
Potions class was rather boring that day without Snape sneering at you. He was currently at the hospital wing and substituted by an old lady Dumbledore must've fished from Hogsmeade. Rumors were he drank a Poly-juice potion with a falcon's hair in it. Why? That, the student's didn't know.
"Ms…?"
"I'm—yawn—Ms. Trinkets, from—yawn—Poream Grain—"
"Poream Grain…you mean, where wizards and witches of high importance live?"
"I…yes—yawn—I do live there, yes?" The old lady said, sitting down on the chair Snape so often occupied while they were doing essays about wolves, potions, etc.
"Oh…wow." Ron whispered, a small 'o' forming in his face. Hermione just raised her eyes, obviously uncertain if she should believe the old lady.
Suddenly, she saw something flash from the corner of her eyes.
Malfoy…and a mirror.
Wait…a mirror?
She turned back to him, trying to confirm if she really did see him holding a mirror. And holding a mirror he is. He was seated behind her, a mirror on his right hand. Hermione frowned and continued to watch him from the corner of her eyes. He was currently lowering the mirror, and placed it gently on the floor.
Hermione's eyes widened.
'He wouldn't.'
Malfoy, looking from left to right, but not on Hermione, secured that no one was paying attention to him. Carefully he slid his right foot beside the mirror, its reflecting surface facing up. He pushed the mirror as quietly as possible…
Under Hermione's chair.
"Now…this is a proper way to use a mirror." He smirked to himself, as he stole glances at the mirror. He could see her thighs and her thong…black.
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Hermione paled. Although she could not see the mirror, she knew what it was showing. It was giving Malfoy a damn show! She fumed inside, and noticed that the old lady was falling asleep. She also saw Harry looking at her, noticing her discomfort.
'Come on, granma, sleep…"
And sleep she did.
Hermione counted from 10, to 1.
"Hermione, are you—"
10…
"—Okay?"
9…
"Can you—"
8…
"—hear me?"
7…
"Mione?..."
6…
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
"KYAAAAAAAAAAA!" Hermione turned around and raised her wand towards Malfoy. Malfoy looked shock, and the whole Gryffindor and Slytherin sixth-years started at her as if she was crazy.
"YOU!..."
"M—me?"
"How…How dare you sneak on my underwear?!"
"I…what?" He said distractedly, pulling the mirror as quick as possible back to him.
However, Hermione, armed, charmed the mirror to hover to her, and it perfectly landed on her palm.
Malfoy paled.
"Then, what…what, do you call this?"
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"Surely, Granger. That's a mirror, isn't it?" Pansy suddenly said, staing the obvious. She was seated across Dean and Seamus, who were giving looks of loathing.
The Slytherins laughed. But the Gryffindors did not, they understood.
"Well… for your information, Parkinson. Malfoy tried using this mirror to get a view of my underwear."
"WHAT! Drakey wouldn't stoop that low!" Pansy said, suddenly feeling uncertain.
"I…I…" Malfoy found his throat dry. Very dry. He couldn't speak. He was too shocked that Granger knew about his brilliant plan.
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"Well, Drakey?" Hermione mocked.
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"Oh! Fine! So what? I'm just a teenager with raging hormones too, if you haven't noticed!"
"…" Silence.
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Hermione, looking vindictive, raised her wand higher, and Draco prepared for the worst. He closed his eyes, waiting for her hex, but…nothing came. Instead, what he heard gave him the weirdest feeling in the whole wide Wizarding World.
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"You didn't need the mirror, Malfoy. You could've asked. But…I like your style." She winked. Malfoy was speechless.
WHAT
THE
F?
"Wh—what? 'Mione…what are you saying?" Harry asked, totally shocked at what his bestfriend said. He looked over at Malfoy, also expecting a shocked expression. But he was not shocked. His expression was far from shocked.
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Actually…he was smirking.
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"Happy now? You win." He mouthed to her. As the whole classroom started buzzing, shocked on what they have currently witnessed.
"More than." She mouthed back. And he stood up and caught her lips in a fierce kiss of romance, with Pansy's scream as background music.
End Notes: That's all, folks!
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