Chapter 10 – Mirror-Me Mixture
A/N. I have been told that Hermione was born in 1979, not 1992. I didn't know her real birthdate, so I just made it up to keep it current. Sorry if that caused any confusion.
Draco stared into the creamy brown mixture swirling around in his cauldron and he grinned. He had needed melted chocolate to make the Mirror-Me Mixture, so it had been necessary to wait until after the first Hogsmeade trip to begin making the potion, but it had been worth it. The solution was ready, and it had really been ridiculously easy to make. One would think that a potion with such a powerful effect would take a long time to mix together, but it hadn't even taken ten minutes.
Draco smiled again. This had been way too easy. All he had to do now was get Hermione to drink it, and then everything would be perfect…
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Reeling from the aftermath of her visions, Hermione hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately. She became prone to drag her feet, could hardly stop yawning, and she even joined the vast majority and fell asleep in History of Magic.
I have to stay awake for Transfiguration though, she thought as she gathered her books. Professor McGonagall said we'd be having a test soon…
Stifling another yawn, she stood up and left for the Transfiguration corridor.
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Draco stood, waiting, in the Transfiguration hall, a mug of the still-steaming potion clenched in his fist. Crabbe and Goyle had followed him of course; they were too stupid to think of what to do on their own. Needing someone to revel with in his sheer genius, Draco had told them his plan, and was surprised when Goyle found its only flaw.
"How're you gonna get her to drink it?"
"I don't know!" Draco snapped, irritated by the fact that Goyle had actually found something wrong with his master plan. "I'm still thinking about that."
"You should probably think pretty fast," Crabbe pointed out. "She's probably gonna be coming this way soon."
"I know that!" What was with them? You could mistake them for brainless gorillas every other day, but right now, just when you wanted them to shut up and listen…
Draco shook is head, and thought.
"I know," he finally said. "I've noticed she's been looking tired lately. I'll tell her it's a Pepper-Up Potion and that Madam Pomfrey told me to give it to her."
"Maybe we should write 'from Madam Pomfrey' on it," suggested Goyle.
"That won't be necessary, Goyle," Draco replied scathingly. "Hermione will probably be so intoxicated by its very smell that she won't hesitate to –"
"Why are you talking about Hermione?"
All three Slytherins turned their heads to see a curly-haired first-year boy standing their, watching them.
"Grab him!" hissed Draco. "If he says anything to Hermione, everything will be ruined!"
The boy's eyes went wide, and he started to run, but Crabbe's long arms reached him before he could escape, and hoisted him into the air.
"Woah – hey! Hey, put me down! Help, help!" cried Tyler.