The Plan.

I hate to love you but love to hate you.

FYI: I have NEVER seen Harry Potter before so if the characters are a little out please tell me, and if you're thinking why am I writing about Dramione when I've never seen the two here's the answer. DRACO AND HERMIONE ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER! Got a problem with it sue me!

Why did things have to be so, confusing! Why? Why did his hair have to be that exact soft platinum blond that made her fingers itch to run through it, why did his eyes have to bore into her own, made of ice more powerful than glaziers topped with a snow frosting that made her want to drown in them, why did his muscles have to tense and stretch whenever he moved under that thin silk shirt just begging her to run her hands over them greedily, why did his voice to drop to such a dangerous level sending pleasurable shivers down her spine? Why did Draco Malfoy do these things to her without even trying.

Why did things have to be so, confusing! Why? Why did her hair have to cascade down her back like a chocolate waterfall making his fingers burn to be buried inside, why did her eyes have to be a delicious honey gold reminding him of how sweet she could be, why did her hips have to sway so unconsciously in a mesmerising beat that only his eyes were allowed to follow, why did her voice have to have such a innocent yet fiery tone that made him want to make her angry just to hear it? Why did Hermione Granger do these things so him without even trying.

Everybody in Hogwarts could see that these two very seriously crushing on each other and yet they were oblivious to the obvious. The obvious being the fact they liked each other, to be honest everyone was getting a little sick of it now, the way they would steal glances at each other then turn away shyly, the way that they would purposefully annoy each other in classes to see their eyes focused on each other, the way in the corridors they would 'bump' into each other to start a riot.

Everyone was sick of the childish game. Including the best friends of said two teens. Harry Potter, the bolt boy, defeater of Voldemort and absolute stud if you cut his hair and got rid of the glasses. Ron Weasley, the red thick head and Blaise Zabini, the second most good looking seventh year in Slytherin.

Gathered together, per a request from Harry, the three boys sat down in Prof. McGonagall room that she had kindly leant to them.

"Ok, so where all here because we want Draco and Hermione to get together." Harry checked.

"Yep, Draco's getting on my nerves constantly making Granger fight him in a war of words." Blaise spoke up his feet planted carelessly on a nearby desk.

"Ok, but how do we go about doing this? Granted we could probably trick Draco but Hermione's smart how are we going to get her to agree to this?" Ron asked, the first ever intelligent words to ever be spoken by the redhead.

"Hey, he's not that dumb either, if we're going to pull this off we are going to need major help." Blaise stated.

Harry was quite quiet for a few moments before his face broke out into a smile. "I got it."

"What?" Both boys asked.

"Follow me." Harry responded walking out of the room and continuing through the halls. As it was quite late at night nobody would be awake so nobody could catch them. Both shrugging their shoulders Blaise and Ron got up and followed Harry.

Harry lead them to possibly Hermione's favourite place in the whole school. You guessed it, the Library. Leading them into the very corners of the dank dusty room amongst the darkness and the pale moonlight pouring it's way through the windows they could make out the figure of a girl.

"Sariour." Harry greeted.

"Harry Potter." Sariour greeted back placing her book gently on back on the table beside her and rising to greet the boy.

"Harry who is this?" Ron asked pointing to the strangely garbed woman, she was dressed from head to toe in white, a skin tight suit was the only thing she was wearing apart from a white hood that fanned out behind her in a scarf like fashion, you couldn't see all over her face only her pale skin and pink lips with wisps of jet black hair rolling out of the hood.

"This is Sariour, she is the expert on potions and love, as her name suggests as it stands for love and passion." Harry explained.

"Do you have need of my services?" Sariour asked in a soft tone.

"Yes, we have a problem." Harry stated.

"Do tell." Sariour encouraged.

"Our best friends are in love but are too stubborn and stupid to admit it." Blaise bluntly put it.

"Yes, we need a way of making them confessing their true feelings so we can all put a rest to their pointless game." Harry explained further.

Placing a finger to her lips Sariour thought it over for a few seconds before smiling. "I will help, come to me tomorrow and I will have an answer."

"Thank you." All three boys chorused before happily leaving for bed.

The next day couldn't have come quick enough as all three boys left in a hurry to the library passing confused looks on the way. Coming to a stop they all waited for Sariour to acknowledge them before speaking.

"Ah, right on time. Here." Bringing over three separate sheets of parchment, Sariour gave each boy a piece before giving Harry a potion bottle.

"What's this for?" Ron asked poking the bottle.

"Read the parchment and you will find out." Sariour giggled. The boys did as they were told and read the calligraphic handwriting on the page before mischievous grins broke out on their faces.

"Fuck me merry, that's bloody brilliant!" Blaise chuckled. "Do you think you could do my potions essay as well?"

Placing her hand over her mouth in a quiet giggle Sariour responded. "Nope. It's your work you do it. I only help with matters of the heart."

"Aww man!" Blaise whined.

"Are you going to help us set this up?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Of course." Sariour replied. "You'll need all the help you can get if its Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger you are talking about."

"How did you know it was them?" Ron asked.

"I see those two in here almost every day bickering at each other oblivious to the love in each other's eyes, you're right they are stupid."

"Got that right, let's go." Harry spoke leading everyone out of the library after Sariour mumbled a clocking spell.

The next day everything was set for Plan Truth as Sariour had opted to call it for now, the basic idea was to get Draco and Hermione to drink a truth potion that Sariour had made, as it was made to her specifications the truth would only be revealed to the one you love and it was at maximum strength. Next to get Draco and Hermione to 'accidently' get into another fight, make sure the teachers found out and they would be given detention. Beforehand however Blaise was to talk to Draco to give him ideas that if he was alone and stuck in a room with Granger and could do nothing but ask her questions what questions would he ask her. Surely the blond would get the idea after a while and well who knows what will happen.

It was all so simple yet so complicated at the same time but since Sariour could move around without being detected she would do all the sneaky business. Oh yes today was a great day at Hogwarts.