Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot, Harry Potter is completely JKs, although if Tom Felton wants to come running into my arms, that is fine with me =)
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It was finally Friday and the students of Hogwarts were beginning to arise and make their way down to the Great Hall. Hermione finished applying the finishing touches to her make-up before walking down the staircase to Ginny's room. She knocked politely and received a small "One second!" from Ginny. Once she emerged from the room the two of them chatted about how tired they were and whatnot until they met up with the boys in the common room. At the sight of them the two boys smiled wearily before lethargically arising from their chairs. Then all four of the talked about how exhausted they were from their various late night assignments as they made their way to the Great hall for breakfast.
"Hey the booth is gone." Ginny observed, as they walked down the marble stair case.
"Ya, I think they're giving them out today right? It's the 14th I think." Ron reasoned.
"Oh, why yes it is! I completely forgot! Happy Valentine's Day guys!" Hermione wished them all.
"Hermione, forget something? That's practically unheard of! Mark the calendars!" Ron teased and Hermione playfully hit him on the arm.
"Oh shut up."
They found their usual seats at their table and began to scoop food onto their plates. Silence fell among them, not an awkward silence, but the kind that only friends can share since they don't feel obliged to fill it. After a little while though Ron began to look worried.
"Something wrong?" Harry asked him.
"Er, do you think they're going to sing to people in here?" Ron asked Harry in a quiet voice so that the girls wouldn't hear him.
"Oh, I don't think they will. That'd be a bit embarrassing for the poor bloke who sent one. Nah, I reckon they'll do them in classes or in the halls or something."
Ron sighed in relief, which was an egregious mistake since Harry was immediately intrigued.
"Send someone a love note there Ron?" Harry pried.
"Shh!" Ron shushed him and eyed all around them, but no one was paying attention.
"Well?" Harry whispered to him with a playful smirk.
"I'll tell you later." Ron muttered, not even looking at him.
"Oh, come on, no one's even listening!"
"Not, now!"
"What if you wrote it down? I'd incinerate it right after I swear."
"Harry!"
"Fine, fine…. Just a hint?"
Ron just glared at him.
"Alright, alright! Calm down mate!" Harry said with his hands up in a truce. "But if you don't tell me later I'll hex you."
Ron rolled his eyes and quickly looked away.
"What were you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing." Ron blurted with a panicked look.
Hermione looked at him funny and then at Harry who just smiled, but decided it was probably some guy thing she didn't care to know about and struck up a conversation with the girl next to her about the homework that was assigned last night. When breakfast was over Hermione bid adieu to her friends before picking up her bag and setting off for the library.
She was turning the last corner when there was a loud 'BAZOO!!!!' that startled her so much she flew backwards into someone. A confetti bomb burst above them and they were showered with little plastic hearts.
"Bloody hell!" Said the stranger who had caught her and he trust her off him and into a standing position. She turned around to see Draco Malfoy spitting out hearts and brushing them off himself as she herself was trying to get them out of her hair. The double negative situation had her pissed.
"Don't you ever bloody touch me again Malfoy!" She snarled.
"You think I enjoyed that Granger?!" He bit back while shaking his shirt out.
Right then, a 5th year popped up between them and announced:
"Hermione Granger! We are happy to inform you that Ronald Weasley has given you a valentine!"
"He wh-?!" She began to say but was cut off by a chorus of 5th years singing a love song to her.
She looked around embarrassedly and noticed that a crowd was forming from people coming to see the first singing valentine. At that point all she could do was smile, wave and rid herself of confetti as the boys laughed and girls smiled lovingly, secretly hoping that they would get one.
Hermione sighed in relief when they stopped after only a couple verses. When they were done, one boy came up to her and presented her with a box of chocolates.
"Happy Valentines Day!" He said with a wink before they all left to find their next victim.
The crowd began to disperse and Hermione tried to nonchalantly back into the library.
"Next time you get some love joke, make sure I'm not around, would you Granger?" Malfoy called after her before strutting off with his clan, muttering something to them about needing a shower now.
She was already in the library and saw no benefit to yelling after them so she just continued on to a chair in the far corner. She really needed some time to think things through.
Ron had given her a valentine. Ron had given her a valentine. Did it mean something? She hoped it did. But no matter how she tried to avoid it, what Malfoy had said kept running through her mind, " love joke". Was it a joke? Was Ron just being a best friend and kidding with her like usual? Buying her one just so that she'd get embarrassed? That did sound like him…
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"Ok, time to tell Harry." Harry said once Ron and him had gotten to the common room and found it empty.
"Alright, alright, but you can't tell anyone okay?" Ron said in a low voice while stepping closer to him.
"I promise mate, now who is it?" Harry asked excitedly.
"Hermione." Ron whispered in his ear.
"Dude, for real?! Finally! I knew you guys had a thing!" Harry yelled.
"Shh!!!" Ron quickly shushed him. "Like I said, you can't tell anyone! I'm not sure she even likes me back…"
"Oh, I'm sure she does, she'll be thrilled!" Harry reassured him.
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"Baby you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms, I find it hard to believe, we're in heaven!" A pack of seven students were singing as they're target as walking at a fast pace to their next class ignoring them as best as he could.
A little way down the hall he heard another group singing some other song. His classroom was only a few yards away, he could escape through that. When he reached the door, he found it locked.
"Dammit McGonagall!" He cursed as he kicked the door.
His singing posse was quickly on him and continued with their retched song. He looked to his right to see his friend was also in the same predicament. Draco ran to the door and yanked on the handles fiercely before trying several spells; none of them worked.
"Why wont this door bloody open Blais?!" He said in frustration as his chorus caught up with him too, and slightly winded by the look of it.
"I don't know!" He yelled back, equally as angry.
The two boys were stuck there fuming and slightly panicking as the class was beginning to assemble outside the door and everyone was watching them.
Draco ran his hand through his hair while Blais crossed his arms and leaned against the wall and watched it play out with a bored look on his face. He then took off his shoe and dumped out about a pound of confetti, while Draco started emptying his pockets out, taking handfuls out at a time.
Blais' song finally ended and a 5th year girl came up to him.
"This song was given to you by Phoebe Halls." She said while giving him some flowers and winking at him.
"I don't want those." He glared disdainfully at the flowers being thrust at him. "besides, I don't even know who the fuck this Phoebe person is!"
"TAKE THEM, OR I'LL BLOODY CHARM THEM TO YOUR FOREHEAD!" The girl screamed at him.
He was shocked by the sudden change in mood and snatched them from her with what little dignity he had left.
Draco laughed at him as he tried to stuff them into his bag.
"Dude, you're such an idiot! The girl that gave those to you was Phoebe Halls!" Draco said still snickering.
"Oh shut up, and good, I'm glad she got some embarrassment out of this vocal torture." He said grumpily. "And would you shut them up already?!" He inclined to Draco's choir with this hand.
"Can't. If I could, I seriously would. These morons have been following me around all bloody day!" Draco replied, a little weary.
Just then Draco's group ended their serenade and the two boys sighed.
Draco's eyes widened as a boy came up to him with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers.
"This valentine has been given to you by Pansy Parkinson, WAIT! No! I mean no one! This was given to you completely anonymously! We have no idea who gave this to you! No idea at all!" He sputtered before thrusting the gifts into Draco's hands and running off as fast as possible before being yelled at to slow down by none other than Professor McGonagall.
When she opened the door, the boys quickly scrambled in, desperately trying to avoid any other chorus groups.
Blais and Draco sat next to each other in the back and Blais watched Draco open his backpack full of gifts and shove in the flowers and chocolates.
"Stop giving me that look Blais, or I swear I'll hex you into oblivion." Draco warned.
"What look? I just think it's funny, Pans-Pans has got a crush on you! Isn't that just adorable?" Blais mocked him.
"No."
"Aw, you like it."
"I defiantly don't."
"Ya, you do! I can see it!" Blais pretended to giggle like a little girl.
"You are an absolute moron."
"Aw, how sweet of you Drakey!"
Draco punched him hard in the arm, but Blais laughed it off, he couldn't resist a teasing Draco when such a perfect situation presented itself.
"Good evening class!" Professor McGonagall announced. "Please take out your books and turn to page 112."
The class went by like usual. They were learning how to transform a book into a coffee table and many were epically failing.
Crab had managed to create some kind of sculpture that would probably have been deemed 'modern art' in the muggle world. Goyle kept turning his into a cat, which was undoubtedly the only spell he was really good at.
Draco's was a table, but only a couple inches tall. Weasley could only manage to make a really big wooden book. Potter had successfully gotten something big with four legs, but it still had pages. Hermione, who was sitting at a different table, how odd, even had difficulties. Well, of coarse she'd gotten the table part alright, but she couldn't seem to get the title off the top of it.
When the bell finally rung, they all packed up, at a much slower pace. Not many were rushing to go out into the halls with "them" out there. A bunch of the girls practically bolted for the door however, no being able to wait to see if they'd gotten one.
As the two Slytherin boys crossed the threshold they immediately picked up their pace. They'd only gone about 20 meters when two groups turned a corner and found them.
"BAZOO!" The boy with the kazoo surprised them.
"Dammit! Not again!" Blais complained, and they slowed they're pace, knowing there was no way out of it now. They were doused in confetti once more as they bitterly walked along. As they were meandering along they saw a very uncomfortable Potter trying to explain to the group of 5th years before him that he really had to go to the bathroom and if they could wait a minuet that would be great. But they were screeching too loudly to hear him so he stood there torn between what to do. He eventually decided he could hold it for a few seconds and listened to them sing.
As the Slytherins passed, Potter caught their eyes and for the first time in history there was an exchange of understanding between them, before they turned the next corner.
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A/N: Hey I'm soooo sorry this took so long, I had a major writers cramp, but I was home sick today (fever, sore throat, the works) so I had plenty of time to think, and I've already started the next chapter so I'll be getting that to you soon. Very soon if I'm sick tomorrow too.
