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Ch 10-Love Potion #9
"What do you think she's dreaming about?"
"I don't know, but she's smiling so it has to be good."
"Yeah, but she should be having nightmares about just being in this Common Room."
Harmony opened her eyes. Four people, boys, were standing over her. She screamed.
"Oh, she's up now." one said.
"What the hell are you doing?" she said. It was not that she found the boys in anyway intimidating or frightening but waking up to a bunch of guys staring at you every morning was slightly shocking to wake up to and it got old, quickly. Not to mention the fact that the couch she had been sleep on for a week may have permeably misaligned her spine.
"Mudblood watching." Another said.
"I know I'm fascinating and you people don't have lives but kindly sod off." she said.
"Now, now, that's no way to talk to your elders."
"You better go away before I do something to your elders." She replied, letting the boys consider just what she meant.
She grabbed the towel that was lying on her backpack and ran to the bathroom.
Harmony came out of the bathroom feeling much better. She had showered and had almost forgotten she was in the Slytherin house until she ran into one. She looked up.
"Well, I definitely like you in that more than any other outfit I have seen you wear. But I know how you could look even better." He smirked and raised one eyebrow.
She looked down. She had been so used to just wearing a towel in the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor that she had forgotten to change and she had only brought her towel. She quickly pulled the towel tighter around her. "Shut up, Dra- Malfoy." She said, almost referring to his first name. She looked around to see if anyone had heard. People were staring at her since she was in her towel, but not for the latter reason.
"Hey I'm not torturing you, that's your own doing." He replied.
"But you are making the situation worse." She said.
He leaned closer to her. "That's the point of 'torture.'" Putting air quotes around torture.
"Well, you're too good at it." She admitted.
"I'd say thank you but that'd be too nice of me." He said, backing away.
"Of course," she replied, "that would be too nice of you."
Grabbing her clothes, she made her way back into the bathroom.
Since today was Friday, everyone was dying to know what the task was going to be. Contrary to the norm everyone at Hogwarts seemed to be at breakfast for the first time since Harmony could remember. They were all whispering about it to their friends and trying to figure out what the task was.
Dumbledore stood up, "Good morning. The First Task will happen tomorrow at four o'clock, so that everyone will have a chance to see it. Champions, you will be required to be at the location by three o'clock so you will know what the task is and what you will be doing. Teachers will guide the remaining students to the location starting at 3:30. Good luck champions!"
"Four o'clock, that's pretty late." Draco's friend, Blaise said.
"What? Is your curfew five?" Harmony said.
"No!" He replied.
"Oh, four then?" she smirked.
Blaise noticed something familiar about the smirk; She even smirks like Draco … I wonder what's going on with her…
"No. It's just that I thought it would be earlier." He said, not even bothering to argue with her, he'd leave that to Draco.
"Let me guess, you have a date after?" she said.
"What's with you and endless questions?" he asked.
"What's with you and four is late?" she retorted.
"What the hell are you two yelling about?" Draco said, walking up to the table and sitting down next to Pansy, who didn't even bother to look at him.
"Well, I was trying to figure out when Blaises' curfew was, but he won't tell me." She said.
"Why?"
"Because the first task is tomorrow and he said four was 'too late for him.'" Blaise cut her off.
"I didn't say it was too late, I said it was a little late."
"Whatever. Stop bickering like little girls." He replied, "Oh and Harmony."
Blaise, if no one else, noticed that Draco called her Harmony. What the dragon is going on with these two? What happened to 'Granger'? He thought.
"What?" she said.
"You're not going to the first task." He said.
"Malfoy, what are you talking about?" she replied.
"I have an essay that I need to finish for Monday. I want you to do it for me." He said.
"Funny … Hilarious. No." she replied, "Do your own homework."
"Um, I don't want to." He replied.
"Then fail your classes, I don't care." She replied.
"Remember that torture that I have the ability to put on you?" he replied.
"Yep, and I am using my ability to ignore it." She replied, getting up and going to her class.
"Excuse me while I go give her my essay topic." He said, following after her.
Harmony was walking up the stairs when he called her. "What Malfoy?" she said, turning around.
"You forgot to ask what my essay was about." He said.
"I told you I'm not doing your stupid essay. Get Crabbe or Goyle to do it." She replied.
"Granger!" he called, making her turn around and walk down the stairs.
"What the hell do you want from me?" she said.
"I want you to do my essay for me."
"Damn you, Draco Malfoy. I will not do your effing essay!" she said.
"It's part of your torture." He replied.
"I don't care if it's part of my torture. Do your own freaking homework!" she yelled, turning around and walking to the library.
She stalked up to the library and threw her books onto the table. Madam Pince swooped down on her. "Those better not be my books!" she said.
"Don't worry, they're not." She replied, pulling out a quill, ink and parchment.
The first love potion was invented in 1389 by a woman named Helene Severna. Helene had found the man of her dreams only to find that he was engaged to be married.
Using her potion abilities, she concocted a potion that would make the man, Thomas Malfoy, fall in love with her. After finishing it, she planned on putting it in his drink the following night at dinner. If everything went according to plan; the potion would make Thomas love the first person that he saw.
Helene planned for Thomas' fiancée to be away so she would be the first person he saw after consuming the potion. But unfortunately, contrary to the plan Helene was not the first person Thomas saw. Thomas' fiancée came home early and Thomas had drank the potion, thus he fell in love with his fiancée two times over, crushing Helene's heart and making her vow to never love again./quote
Well, that would suck, finding the man of your dreams only to have him be engaged…wait, it mentioned a Malfoy! She thought, reading the section again. I wonder how he's related to Draco … great-great-great-great grandfather … I guess if it was 1389.
She laid her head on her book and fell asleep.
"Everything is ready. The plan is going smoothly so far. All I need is Thomas." Harmony heard herself saying.
"Well, good luck with that Helene." a girl told her.
"I don't need luck, Margot." Harmony replied wondering how she knew this woman.
"Of course." The girl named Margot replied.
The scene seemed familiar but Harmony could not remember why she was here, how she knew just what to say, or why the woman Margot was calling her Helene. Harmony heard herself reply, "Make sure that his fiancée isn't there." Harmony replied.
"Already done, Helene." Margot said.
"Good. I don't want anyone else there; if so my entire plan will be ruined." Harmony said.
"Of course." Margot said.
Harmony held up the vial of gold liquid. "This has to work; if not, I'll be doomed."
"It will work." Margot said.
"Of course." Harmony said walking out the front door of the house she had been in.
Turning on the spot, she Apparated to the house of Thomas Malfoy. She knocked on the door.
A man answered the door. Harmony supposed it was Thomas. "Helene, what are you doing here?" he asked, letting her in.
"Just thought that I'd stop by and congratulate you on your engagement." She replied. Harmony now found herself too engrossed in what was happening to care that until moments ago she had no reason to wish for this man Thomas Malfoy to love her.
He beamed. "Oh so you heard about me and Christine?" he asked.
"Yes." She said, through gritted teeth. "Congratulations on your engagement." Holding out a bottle of chardonnay.
"Thanks." He replied, taking the bottle from her and walking to his kitchen to get two glasses.
"Is Christine going to be here?" Harmony asked, curiously.
"I'm not sure. She said she had to get something in town, but never said when she was coming back. Maybe later tonight." he replied.
"Oh. Lovely." Harmony replied.
"Why?" he asked.
"Oh, I wanted to meet her, just to see who the lucky girl was." she replied.
She took the glasses from him. "Here let me do it." She said, taking the bottle into the kitchen to complete her plan. She poured the two glasses and adding the potion, walked back into the living room.
"Here." She handed him a glass. "To your engagement." She toasted.
"To my engagement." He repeated, taking a sip from his glass.
That's when Christine walked into the living room. "Thomas, who is this?" she said.
"Christine!" He said. The potion was to not make it look too obvious that the person was in love, it was supposed to be basically natural. "This is Helene; she's a friend from Hogwarts." He said, holding Christine around the waist.
Harmony didn't know what to do. She wanted to scream, yet at the same time she wanted to cry. He was supposed to fall in love with her! Christine wasn't supposed to be home! She'd kill Margot when she got back! Thomas was the man of her dreams and now her dreams were crushed! "I have to go." She said abruptly.
"Why don't you stay a little bit?" Christine said.
"Um, that's okay. I've worn out my welcome." She replied, briskly walking to the front door and Disappearating as soon as she got outside, not even looking to see if anyone was watching. Tears were blocking her vision anyway.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up. "Thomas?" she said, seeing the blonde haired boy, instantly causing her eyes to well up with tears.
"Huh?" was the response.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Christine or something, going over wedding plans?" she yelled.
"What are you talking about?" The boy replied, looking bewildered.
"Don't give me that, you and Christine, your fiancée!" she seethed.
"Harmony, what the devil are you talking about?" came Draco's voice.
Harmony looked up. "Oh." she said, her voice very quite as she began to realize she must been dreaming.
"Who's Thomas? Or Christine for that matter?" he replied.
"Um, they were in my dream and this book." she said, showing him the section with her finger.
"Ah, so you've read about my dear great-great-great-great grandfather." He replied.
"Of course. He's a Malfoy. He has to be related to you somehow." She replied.
"Yes, he didn't love her back, so he had gone on a trip and found Christine, brought her home and engaged and eventually married her."
"No wonder Helene hated him. I'd hate him to."
"Would you go as far as a love potion though?" he replied.
"Probably not, that was back in 1389 and they did things like that. I'd know that if it wasn't meant to be then it wasn't meant to be."
"Of course." He replied. "So one of the Slytherin girls moved out leaving her room available."
"Wait, a room all to myself?" she replied.
"Yes. I'll figure out some excuse as to why you're sleeping there but for now. You can sleep there tonight, since it looks like you haven't slept properly in a week."
"Draco, I haven't slept properly in a week." She reminded him.
"Right." She looked at her watch. Two forty-five. "Shouldn't you be headed down to go to the match?" she said.
"Oh yeah. You can go if you want." He replied.
"I think I'll sleep." She replied.
"Ok." He smiled. "At least I can tell Pansy that you are working on my 'homework' and she won't get suspicious." He added.
"Right. Since I worry about Pansy so much."
He laughed. "Well, I'm just saying. She and Blaise are getting pretty suspicious of the whole torture thing since what I told them on the train."
"What did you tell them on the train?" she asked, grinning mischievously.
"I … I told them that I had met a hot girl on the train." Her smile disappeared.
"Who?" she replied.
"You." He said.
"Oh, me?" she repeated.
He nodded. "Of course."
She smiled. "I think I need to go occupy that bed. I need sleep and that couch hasn't had much mercy on me. I think it doesn't like me, it may be evil." She said.
"Harmony, everything in Slytherin is evil, even the furniture."
"Not everything."