Ginny ran after her escaped captive.
"Hermione come back here! I'm not done with you!" Knowing full well that she was. And oh, what a beautiful creation she had made.
Hermione had bolted from Ginny's room and ran full speed into the common room, with Ginny hot on her heels.
Both were wearing lingerie.
Ginny was trying to show her bra and panty matching theory, what went and did not, so that Hermione wouldn't make a dreadful mistake when taking her prey. Or Malfoy. Whatever.
Hermione had endured the make-up, and the hair products, but the waxing is where she drew the line.
"Get away from me you monster!" Hermione yelled back, and continued to run. Ginny decided it was time to let her student go, so she gave up the chase.
"You look fantastic Hermione! Go get him!" Ginny called as she stopped running. She waved cheerfully and started back up the steps, quite pleased with her work.
It was then she noticed her boyfriend and her brother passed out on the floor next to her.
She shrugged, and left.
After tireless searching, Draco Malfoy found what he was looking for.
"Tell me what you did old man!"
Dumbledore twinkled his stupid little eye at him. One well placed hex and he could-
"Good afternoon Draco. Having a good day off?" Dumbledore smiled.
"NO!" Draco snarled, knowing full well that there was serious detention in his future. Just as long as there wasn't any Hermione in it, he would do what it took.
"Whatever is the matter? Are you unhappy the post hasn't come yet? It should be here shortly."
Draco opened his mouth to scream more obscenities when -
"Albus!" Shrieked McGonagall. Draco swirled around and took a good look at the teacher. She was more furious than he could remember her ever being, ever. "Do NOT run from me you conniving old bat!"
Draco swirled around again to find Dumbledore's retreating form turning around a corner. McGonagall bumped into Draco as she ran after him.
"Excuse me, young man. I need to kill our Headmaster."
"Of course." Draco responded, happy that someone in this bloody school was talking sense!
Just a moment later he was bombarded by mail, most of which was pink.
It was this way the Hermione found our unsuspecting Draco, and she wasted no time in digging through the multitudes of valentines to find him.
"YOU!" She screamed, as though no other explanation was needed.
"Me?!" He indicated toward her questionable outfit. "YOU!"
"Oh yeah? Well what are you going to do about it?" She challenged.
Draco thanked his lucky stars there was a broom closet nearby. He grabbed her by the wrist and nearly threw her inside without another word.
She was mad, turned on, and scantily dressed.
They'd just have to discuss the implications of shagging each other senseless afterward.
Ron's color was returning to normal, and his sentences were gradually becoming more and more intelligible. Harry was impressed he was able to read the couple valentines he'd received.
Harry was a little disappointed with his own. He'd gotten one from Ginny, of course. And that was it. Even Ron had a couple of adoring 4th years. And Harry? Nothing.
He resisted the urge to pout.
"You know, I heard Ginny threatening a couple girls outside the Fat Lady… could be why you came up dry, mate." Ron said as he munched on some chocolate.
Ah. Yes, that would do it, wouldn't it?
"I guess I'll have to live through you then. Who'd you get this year?" Harry reached over to help Ron with the candy.
"A couple third years, a few fourth and fifth… apparently one of them slipped me a love potion." Ron snorted. "Couldn't have been very good, I didn't notice a thing!"
Harry reddened, but resumed eating his chocolate.
Hermione decided to walk back into the common room at that point, and Harry wondered just how much Ron could remember. They'd awaken from their dead faint, and afterward Ron seemed perfectly normal. He blanched at the thought of Ron losing his marbles again thanks to Hermione's questionable wardrobe today.
Hermione was beaming, and she was wearing a Slytherin robe, to boot.
Harry considered the robe the lesser of two evils.
"Ron! Are you quite normal?" Hermione smiled further when he didn't immediately reply. "You've had a big day, did you know you'd been slipped a love potion?"
"Um, yeah." Ron furrowed his eyebrows. "How'd you know?"
Hermione started to reply, and then stopped. With a look toward Harry which clearly stated "he's all yours" Hermione shrugged and went upstairs.
Hey!
"Hermione, wait! What are you doing in a Slytherin robe?" Harry called, but to no avail. That wasn't fair! How did she get out of that one?!
Harry groaned and looked back toward Ron, who by now was quite interested in his "day".
"Well, this morning, you see…"
Draco was extremely dissatisfied.
The sex was good! It was great, actually. But the thing was, he wanted more. And she just got up and waltzed out, with a huge smile plastered across her face. That wasn't the way this was supposed to go! HE was the one to leave, while the girl begged for more. This was preposterous!
His mind remembered the way she looked, her sweet kisses, her loving caress… his body responded. Draco was standing outside of his broom closet seething.
"There's no cure." Said an extremely unhappy voice behind him.
Draco didn't have to turn around to know it was Professor Snape, who was exiting his own broom closet. He was alone, poor guy.
"What?" Draco's voice cracked embarrassingly.
"You'll just have to let this run through your system. The effects should wear off by tomorrow… but until then…" Snape heaved a very heavy sigh.
"What the bloody hell is running through my system, exactly?" Draco was suddenly unsure he wanted to have this particular conversation with his godfather.
"It's the bacon. How much did you have, boy?" Snape looked over to find Draco completely white.
How much did he have? Good lord, it was bacon day! He had as much as he could stuff into his face! He ate it with class, of course, but he'd probably had a whole pig's worth.
"A lot." He mumbled, not liking where this was going.
"Dumbledore," Snape spat, disliking the taste of the old man's name on his tongue, "likes to pull a little prank from time to time. I guess he gets bored. I don't know. He charms the bacon on Valentine's Day to cause the eater to fall for the first person they think about." Snape growled. "Like Valentine's Day isn't complicated enough, he proposes a sleepover! He must want baby wizards crawling the place next year that senile old codger! And letting the staff eat the bacon! Unheard of! I've been after Professor Sprout all day because she had the misfortune of providing me with potion ingredients this morning!"
Draco had completely stopped listening.
Had Hermione been his first thought? And he had been hers?
His heart lifted in a way he wasn't sure was possible before, and he wasn't sure he liked it. Snape caught the look on his face.
"You had a whole hell of a lot of bacon, didn't you?"
Draco nodded, dazed.
"You poor child."
"So, you felt nothing different today? No anxiety, no…" Hermione wanted to say sexual frustration. "weirdness, at all?"
Lavender shook her head delicately. "No, not today."
"I felt something weird." Ginny offered. "But it stopped after a while." And her face became a tomato. Ginny's blush made Hermione blush.
"AHA! Yes, Ginny, please tell me what happened."
Hermione completely snubbed Lavender, who left in a huff. Who did that square bint think she was, anyway? Asking ridiculous questions. She needs a man, Lavender thought.
"Um, well…" Ginny couldn't get more red, so she just looked down.
"Ginny I have reason to believe something is going around the school today. I don't know what, or why, or who it chose, but I'm going to find out. Please, tell me what you know." Hermione's pleading caused the girl to cave.
"Oh alright. This morning was fine, just like any other morning…" Again, she trailed off, blushing furiously.
"Please spare me those details." Hermione tried her best to suppress those images.
"But then, Harry's face popped up in my head, and it wouldn't leave! I mean, I think about him constantly, but honestly! It was like… magnetism or something!" Ginny shook her head. "When I…approached… Harry about it, it seemed like he felt the same way. More than usual… anyway."
"And after you… approached… Harry, you felt better? The anxiety was gone?" Hermione grew a little more nervous.
"No… not really. It's a little more bearable, I think, but not completely gone. So are you going to tell me if you shagged Malfoy senseless or what?"
Hermione was blindsided. "I beg your pardon?"
"Are you kidding me? I get you all dressed up, matching and everything, and set you loose on the poor unsuspecting bloke. Don't tell me you didn't!"
Hermione blushed. "I won't, then."
Ginny gave her a high-five.
