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A/N: Heya people! Thank you so much everybody for reading and reviewing. I don't think I would've continued if it hadn't been for all your support so thanks! ( Before I continue I just wanted to say a really big thank-you to allygal whose review made me grin from ear to ear! Anywayz on with the story.
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Lily and James came into the Great Hall yawning. Judging from the bags under their eyes it looked as if both of them had just woken up.
"Morning all," said James cheerfully as he reached for a plate of bacon and eggs.
"Morning," replied Hermione and Ginny in unison. Lily flipped her hair and turned around to look at the Slytherin table from where a ruckus seemed to have broken out. Suddenly her eyes grew wide.
"Erm, James," squealed Lily in an unusually shrill voice. "Malfoy's coming over here and he doesn't look happy."
Sure enough, the icy Slytherin prince was determinedly cutting a path through some startled looking Hufflepuff first-years. He reached the Gryffindor table with his trademark smirk plastered all over his pointy little face.
"Well Potter," he said maliciously. "How's the losing side suiting you?"
"Either explain what you're on about and wipe that retarded smirk off your face or I'll wipe the floor with you," countered James with the air of one commenting on the weather.
Lucius's smirk flickered. "Oh don't tell me you don't already know," he spat. "We're going to flatten you Gryffindors in Quidditch this year now that I'm captain aren't we boys?" Lucius jerked his head in the direction of his two henchmen, who in Hermione's opinion, looked like Crabbe and Goyle clones. The clones nodded and guffawed stupidly.
"Gee," drawled James sarcastically. "What did ickle Malfoy have to do to get Quidditch captain? Did he have to get into some poor, unsuspecting girl's pants? (James paused and stroked his chin in mock thought) Or did Daddy arrange something?" he finished venomously.
James had certainly touched a nerve because Lucius's normally pale face blossomed pink.
"Don't you dare speak about my father that way," sputtered Lucius in a dangerously soft voice. "At least I don't traipse around Hogwarts with a mudblood whore."
A flash of anger crossed Lily's eyes and James found it hard to restrain from thrashing Lucius to within an inch of his life.
"Say that again!" cried James, who had completely lost his head and attempted to charge at one of Lucius's thickset bodyguards. The one who resembled a meatloaf massaged his knuckles threateningly. Lily and Ginny frantically tried to drag James back into his seat but he stood his ground flailing his fists around. Hermione intervened in the best possible way she could think of.
"She is not his whore," she said quietly. This had the effect she wanted because Malfoy turned to her, a malignant glint of disdain in his cold eyes. "Excuse me?" he retorted viciously.
Hermione felt the adrenaline pump through her body and felt her confidence build. Drawing herself up to her full stature she towered over Lucius.
"I said she is not his whore," she replied in an even voice. She sat back down, hoping that Lucius would take the hint on when to hit the road, but he just stood blinking madly at the group. Hermione saw his nostrils flare and his top lip curl in dislike. Wow, she thought, he must have been a horse in another life. After another moment of him standing there looking like a wounded bull she had had enough.
"What part of sod of you insufferable prick with no life don't you understand!?" she asked incredulously. "Beat it!"
Lucius reeled back, caught completely off-guard by this sudden attack. But he soon recovered and was about to fling an insult at her when Professor Kingsley strode past casting a reproachful glance at the Gryffindors.
"Just remember you're going down," Lucius hissed at James while keeping an eye on Professor Kingsley's retreating back. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Oh gosh! I am so stricken. Don't you know how clichéd you are Malfoy?" snorted James. "You sound like one of the corny villains from a cheap muggle action movie," he hissed, not troubling to keep his voice down as Malfoy and his cronies stalked back to the Slytherin table.
"Don't let him get to you!" soothed Lily, absent-mindedly patting James's arm. He looked surprised but certainly delighted. Hermione and Ginny exchanged smiles and both pretended to be extremely interested in their milk-jugs.
"So," said James after all his latest pick-up lines had failed miserably. "That was some pretty feisty stuff back there Hermione."
Hermione reluctantly tore her eyes away from her milk-jug, which was a pity since it had a very pretty willow-patterned handle. "Huh!? Oh that! I seriously don't know why I did that. It was kind of a spur of the minute thing."
"Ooooooooh! We'd better not get on the wrong side of Mione," joked Lily. "Try to pull the wool over her eyes and out those claws come. Ouch!"
Lily checked her timetable, oblivious to the fact that James was attempting to break the world record for the most amount of drool dispelled, in the least amount of time. Clearly, she was not used to the gentle art of salivation.
"Wipe that drool, mate," remarked a gruff voice from behind them.
Hermione saw Sirius toss James a handkerchief and sit down. He pushed his dark hair out of his eyes and Hermione felt her stomach lurch. Damn it! Why does he have to be so handsome in the morning, she thought, as she watched him pull a plate of sausages towards him and proceeded to attack it ravenously. Every once in a while she stole a glance at his handsome face and every time she did, she felt her heart skip a beat. Sirius had the most alluring eyes she had ever seen; they were like pools of rich chocolate that swirled with iridescent cinnamon and gold. His face was angular but not heavy-jawed and he had the most amazing set of toned abs that would make any girl faint. She also loved his sense of humour; his bark-like laugh and the way that he could make anyone smile regardless of the situation.
James's voice cut through her reverie. "You should have seen Hermione a few minutes ago! Man, you don't want to mess with that girl!" said James smiling.
Sirius grunted moodily, pushing his food around his plate. It seemed that sausage hockey was on his agenda today.
"Someone's moody today," chuckled Remus who had just arrived. "Why the long face? Is it that time of month again?" he teased.
Sirius banged his fist on the table and threw his fork onto his plate with a clatter. "This is not a bloody mood! Why can't you people understand!?" he raged. He got up, hastily fastened the straps of his bag and stormed out of the Great Hall.
He left behind him a stunned silence. Lily raised her eyebrows over her timetable and James looked as though he'd been winded by a bludger.
"Wow," he breathed. "He's never totally lost it that much before. I wonder what's wrong."
"Maybe its too much pressure?" suggested Remus, piling kippers onto his plate.
"What pressure?" asked James. "I mean he breezes through exams; has no trouble in lessons; Quidditch is a piece of cake for him; and girls- well he's got no qualms in that department."
Lily rolled her eyes and frowned. "Seriously James!" she proclaimed. "Sometimes you are such a chauvinistic, insensitive male boar! Sirius has feelings you know! Maybe he's going through a rough time. Make him find his own way and help him deal with it." James looked at her blankly.
"In other words," Ginny supplied. "Leave the guy alone until he sobers down and see if he wants your guidance and then help him."
James mumbled good-naturedly about women being so complicated and Lily tutted. Hermione smiled as she remembered a similar scene with Ron and Harry over a certain Ravenclaw seeker.
Ginny got up and brushed some crumbs away from her robes. "We'd better get going," she stated. "We have potions first and Chrysanthium will have a cow if we're late."
"Yeah let's go," said Remus and they picked up their bags and headed in the direction of the dungeons.
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The contents of their cauldron simmered and bubbled creating a thick, gluttonous concoction. Ginny stirred it with the ladle and read the instructions that the enchanted piece of chalk was scribbling on the board.
"All right now we need six puffer-fish eyes and two pints of Armadillo bile. Could you get that please, Mione?"
Hermione obliged and added the ingredients, causing the potion to splutter and turn a shade of electric blue.
"Ok now, Draco pass me a sprig of Trinsgarthium please," ordered Hermione.
"Certainly Granger," he said cheerfully. Hermione watched him gather the herb, in her peripheral vision, with great enthusiasm: a distinct un- Draco-like trait.
"Ok Draco, drop the act," said Hermione exasperated, after Draco had quite graciously passed the herb to Hermione without making a single comment about washing his hands.
"What act?" he asked innocently though there was no masking the shrewdness in his voice.
"Well isn't it strange that one day the only communication between you and me is the odd death-glare here and there and the next day it's all cheesy grins and happy families!" asked Hermione. Every word that rolled off her tongue was saturated with mockery.
Draco gave her the filthiest look he could muster. "Fine then Granger," he retorted. "I won't talk to you then if that's how you'll be. I was only trying to be nice but I wonder why I even waste my breath on a stinking mudblood."
"Suits me just fine, Ferret boy," Hermione replied scathingly. "It's not as if you have anything nice to ever say."
They worked the rest of the lesson in silence with Ginny giving them both anxious glances but she soon gave up and busied herself with making the potion. Hermione had every intention of telling him where he could shove his wand up but of course, being the sensible person that she was, refrained from doing so.
Hermione, Ginny and Draco had been grouped together (much to the horror of Draco) in Potions. In some ways this was good because they could talk without being overheard since all the hissing and bubbling of cauldrons drowned out all possible talk. In other ways this was bad because it was a proven fact Draco hated Ginny and Hermione. The feeling was mutual and usually an argument broke out within seconds of each other's presence. In fact, if glaring was an international sport Hermione was sure that Draco and herself would be reigning world champions.
When Ginny had inquired on whether he was finding their circumstances hard he had politely replied that although the situation with his parents and the Marauders was difficult, things were otherwise peachy. In other words: butt out and stay out of my god damn life. Draco had then proceeded to ponder on why Harry was so useless even though both his parents seemed quite talented and intelligent.
Hermione had intended to give him the finger on this occasion but Professor Chrysanthium always seemed to be patrolling quite close to them like a hawk eyeing it's prey. Hermione decided not to push her luck. Not just yet.
By the end of the lesson Draco was nursing a somewhat bruised ego; Hermione was experiencing the first symptoms of high blood pressure related to stress and their potion had turned fluroscent pink, not to mention the heart-shaped bubbles that it was emitting. Oh wow, Hermione thought, can you get anymore hackneyed?
"Now class," growled Professor Chrysanthium narrowing her greying eyebrows distastefully. "Each group must bring a representative out to test the effectiveness of their Trinsgarthium potion."
Hermione turned around and saw Ginny and Draco's eyes fixed firmly on her.
"Me? Wha? Hell no!" exclaimed Hermione. But no matter how much she begged, bribed or bickered she was the one who was brought out the front. Draco smirked as she raised the vial of the sickly-sweet liquid to her lips. You are going to pay for this Ferret boy! She vowed, imagining slow painful deaths of the heir to the Malfoy fortune, as she drained the vial.
Suddenly the classroom began to swim and little winged cherubs sprang before her eyes, floating bemusedly. Hmm, she thought as a wave of bliss washed over her, this reminds me a of dream.
Her eyes fell on Peter Pettigrew. He looked different in this light, from this angle. Handsome even, she mused, as his body began to contort in front of her very eyes into a well-toned one. His hair was no longer mousy but was thick and sandy-coloured. She was just about to leap off the table and snog him senseless when more liquid was forced down her throat.
Immediately the world became normal again and the only emotion Hermione felt for Peter was hate. The only celebrity she associated him with was Krusty the Clown with a bad hair day. The only way she was ever going to get married to him was if she committed suicide first.
"Well class," called Professor Chrysanthium. "That was an exemplary and very powerful love potion. I believe that if Ms. Watson wasn't stopped on time, not even a pack of wild dogs would have saved a certain Mr. Pettigrew from her clutches."
The class burst into laughter and it was only then that she realised she was practically hanging off the table she had been sitting on and was positioned in what seemed to be a lunge. Peter turned a brilliant shade of crimson at the Professor's comment and Hermione turned a brilliant hue of green. How vile, she thought, in that small matter of seconds I was in love with Peter Pettigrew!
Shuddering she made her way back to her seat and found Ginny clutching her sides with laughter and Draco smirking like there was no tomorrow. Across the room Hermione saw Remus and James down on all fours on the floor and Lily seemed to be paralysed with laughter. Sirius was nowhere in sight, in fact he had not even come to class at all. Hermione wondered what had been bothering Sirius that morning.
This time Hermione couldn't resist the urge and actually gave Draco the finger, which surprisingly shut him up. Seriously, she thought, I should do that more often. At least it shuts up the miserable git.
They walked out of the dungeons at the end of the lesson; James recovering from a broken-heart from being rejected by a bird and Remus sporting a black eye from quarrelling with the boyfriend of his 'love'.
"I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life," contemplated Remus. "Did you see the look Alice gave me? I'll never be able to look her in the eye again!"
Lily chuckled. "Oh come on Remus, you've got to admit that lesson was very entertaining and Longbottom will get over it. What was even more hilarious was Mione eyeing Peter!"
The boys roared with laughter and nudged Peter waggling their eyebrows suggestively in Hermione's general direction. Lily and Ginny both winked at Hermione and she wished that the floor would split open and swallow her up. She didn't want to be reminded of her and Peter's little rendezvous at that very moment. Draco was smirking from ear to ear looking extremely pleased.
"Stop with the smirking you stupid prat," hissed Hermione out of the corner of her mouth, "or I'll hex your face so badly the only thing it'll resemble will be a mutated custard apple."
"Trying to be threatening are we Granger?" retorted Draco, his voice low and deadly. "You should know by now that they don't work on a Malfoy."
Thankfully Hermione was saved from further humiliation when none other than Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape entered the scene. The atmosphere of the corridor instantly turned icy as the boys eyed each other off (except for Draco who was staring determinedly ahead). Contempt and loathing blazed in their eyes as each party tensed, clenching and unclenching their fists. Only when the Slytherins rounded the corner did the boys relax.
"So Peter, do you want to come down and watch us practise Quidditch after lunch?" suggested James.
Peter's eyes lit up and he positively beamed. "Really? Sure James!" he squealed, "I'd love to!"
Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes as they entered the Great Hall. The House-elves had clearly outdone themselves today, judging by the massive array of food on the tables. Hermione's stomach growled and she realised that she hadn't eaten much at breakfast.
"Hungry?" Ginny asked as she passed Hermione a bowl of potato mash as she sat down.
"Just a tad," replied Hermione scooping some onto her plate.
"I'll be right back from the bathroom," remarked Ginny getting up. "I'll be back in a flash."
Hermione merely nodded as Ginny dashed away and was about to dig into her food when two strong hands clamped themselves over her eyes. Hermione breathed in a manly scent, which she recognised as Old Spice, but only one person she knew wore it; and that one person was Draco Malfoy. This fact she knew only from Pansy's usual delirious ranting at most breakfasts.
"I've been waiting for you," teased a voice in her ear. "Guess who?"
But before Hermione could respond or even look at the person, she was spun around and captured a slow, heart-stopping, electric and passionate kiss that sent shivers down her spine.
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Quotes: 'Wow he must have been a horse in another life' -from 'Looking for Alibrandi' by Melina Marchetta
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A/N: Heya people! Thank you so much everybody for reading and reviewing. I don't think I would've continued if it hadn't been for all your support so thanks! ( Before I continue I just wanted to say a really big thank-you to allygal whose review made me grin from ear to ear! Anywayz on with the story.
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Lily and James came into the Great Hall yawning. Judging from the bags under their eyes it looked as if both of them had just woken up.
"Morning all," said James cheerfully as he reached for a plate of bacon and eggs.
"Morning," replied Hermione and Ginny in unison. Lily flipped her hair and turned around to look at the Slytherin table from where a ruckus seemed to have broken out. Suddenly her eyes grew wide.
"Erm, James," squealed Lily in an unusually shrill voice. "Malfoy's coming over here and he doesn't look happy."
Sure enough, the icy Slytherin prince was determinedly cutting a path through some startled looking Hufflepuff first-years. He reached the Gryffindor table with his trademark smirk plastered all over his pointy little face.
"Well Potter," he said maliciously. "How's the losing side suiting you?"
"Either explain what you're on about and wipe that retarded smirk off your face or I'll wipe the floor with you," countered James with the air of one commenting on the weather.
Lucius's smirk flickered. "Oh don't tell me you don't already know," he spat. "We're going to flatten you Gryffindors in Quidditch this year now that I'm captain aren't we boys?" Lucius jerked his head in the direction of his two henchmen, who in Hermione's opinion, looked like Crabbe and Goyle clones. The clones nodded and guffawed stupidly.
"Gee," drawled James sarcastically. "What did ickle Malfoy have to do to get Quidditch captain? Did he have to get into some poor, unsuspecting girl's pants? (James paused and stroked his chin in mock thought) Or did Daddy arrange something?" he finished venomously.
James had certainly touched a nerve because Lucius's normally pale face blossomed pink.
"Don't you dare speak about my father that way," sputtered Lucius in a dangerously soft voice. "At least I don't traipse around Hogwarts with a mudblood whore."
A flash of anger crossed Lily's eyes and James found it hard to restrain from thrashing Lucius to within an inch of his life.
"Say that again!" cried James, who had completely lost his head and attempted to charge at one of Lucius's thickset bodyguards. The one who resembled a meatloaf massaged his knuckles threateningly. Lily and Ginny frantically tried to drag James back into his seat but he stood his ground flailing his fists around. Hermione intervened in the best possible way she could think of.
"She is not his whore," she said quietly. This had the effect she wanted because Malfoy turned to her, a malignant glint of disdain in his cold eyes. "Excuse me?" he retorted viciously.
Hermione felt the adrenaline pump through her body and felt her confidence build. Drawing herself up to her full stature she towered over Lucius.
"I said she is not his whore," she replied in an even voice. She sat back down, hoping that Lucius would take the hint on when to hit the road, but he just stood blinking madly at the group. Hermione saw his nostrils flare and his top lip curl in dislike. Wow, she thought, he must have been a horse in another life. After another moment of him standing there looking like a wounded bull she had had enough.
"What part of sod of you insufferable prick with no life don't you understand!?" she asked incredulously. "Beat it!"
Lucius reeled back, caught completely off-guard by this sudden attack. But he soon recovered and was about to fling an insult at her when Professor Kingsley strode past casting a reproachful glance at the Gryffindors.
"Just remember you're going down," Lucius hissed at James while keeping an eye on Professor Kingsley's retreating back. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Oh gosh! I am so stricken. Don't you know how clichéd you are Malfoy?" snorted James. "You sound like one of the corny villains from a cheap muggle action movie," he hissed, not troubling to keep his voice down as Malfoy and his cronies stalked back to the Slytherin table.
"Don't let him get to you!" soothed Lily, absent-mindedly patting James's arm. He looked surprised but certainly delighted. Hermione and Ginny exchanged smiles and both pretended to be extremely interested in their milk-jugs.
"So," said James after all his latest pick-up lines had failed miserably. "That was some pretty feisty stuff back there Hermione."
Hermione reluctantly tore her eyes away from her milk-jug, which was a pity since it had a very pretty willow-patterned handle. "Huh!? Oh that! I seriously don't know why I did that. It was kind of a spur of the minute thing."
"Ooooooooh! We'd better not get on the wrong side of Mione," joked Lily. "Try to pull the wool over her eyes and out those claws come. Ouch!"
Lily checked her timetable, oblivious to the fact that James was attempting to break the world record for the most amount of drool dispelled, in the least amount of time. Clearly, she was not used to the gentle art of salivation.
"Wipe that drool, mate," remarked a gruff voice from behind them.
Hermione saw Sirius toss James a handkerchief and sit down. He pushed his dark hair out of his eyes and Hermione felt her stomach lurch. Damn it! Why does he have to be so handsome in the morning, she thought, as she watched him pull a plate of sausages towards him and proceeded to attack it ravenously. Every once in a while she stole a glance at his handsome face and every time she did, she felt her heart skip a beat. Sirius had the most alluring eyes she had ever seen; they were like pools of rich chocolate that swirled with iridescent cinnamon and gold. His face was angular but not heavy-jawed and he had the most amazing set of toned abs that would make any girl faint. She also loved his sense of humour; his bark-like laugh and the way that he could make anyone smile regardless of the situation.
James's voice cut through her reverie. "You should have seen Hermione a few minutes ago! Man, you don't want to mess with that girl!" said James smiling.
Sirius grunted moodily, pushing his food around his plate. It seemed that sausage hockey was on his agenda today.
"Someone's moody today," chuckled Remus who had just arrived. "Why the long face? Is it that time of month again?" he teased.
Sirius banged his fist on the table and threw his fork onto his plate with a clatter. "This is not a bloody mood! Why can't you people understand!?" he raged. He got up, hastily fastened the straps of his bag and stormed out of the Great Hall.
He left behind him a stunned silence. Lily raised her eyebrows over her timetable and James looked as though he'd been winded by a bludger.
"Wow," he breathed. "He's never totally lost it that much before. I wonder what's wrong."
"Maybe its too much pressure?" suggested Remus, piling kippers onto his plate.
"What pressure?" asked James. "I mean he breezes through exams; has no trouble in lessons; Quidditch is a piece of cake for him; and girls- well he's got no qualms in that department."
Lily rolled her eyes and frowned. "Seriously James!" she proclaimed. "Sometimes you are such a chauvinistic, insensitive male boar! Sirius has feelings you know! Maybe he's going through a rough time. Make him find his own way and help him deal with it." James looked at her blankly.
"In other words," Ginny supplied. "Leave the guy alone until he sobers down and see if he wants your guidance and then help him."
James mumbled good-naturedly about women being so complicated and Lily tutted. Hermione smiled as she remembered a similar scene with Ron and Harry over a certain Ravenclaw seeker.
Ginny got up and brushed some crumbs away from her robes. "We'd better get going," she stated. "We have potions first and Chrysanthium will have a cow if we're late."
"Yeah let's go," said Remus and they picked up their bags and headed in the direction of the dungeons.
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The contents of their cauldron simmered and bubbled creating a thick, gluttonous concoction. Ginny stirred it with the ladle and read the instructions that the enchanted piece of chalk was scribbling on the board.
"All right now we need six puffer-fish eyes and two pints of Armadillo bile. Could you get that please, Mione?"
Hermione obliged and added the ingredients, causing the potion to splutter and turn a shade of electric blue.
"Ok now, Draco pass me a sprig of Trinsgarthium please," ordered Hermione.
"Certainly Granger," he said cheerfully. Hermione watched him gather the herb, in her peripheral vision, with great enthusiasm: a distinct un- Draco-like trait.
"Ok Draco, drop the act," said Hermione exasperated, after Draco had quite graciously passed the herb to Hermione without making a single comment about washing his hands.
"What act?" he asked innocently though there was no masking the shrewdness in his voice.
"Well isn't it strange that one day the only communication between you and me is the odd death-glare here and there and the next day it's all cheesy grins and happy families!" asked Hermione. Every word that rolled off her tongue was saturated with mockery.
Draco gave her the filthiest look he could muster. "Fine then Granger," he retorted. "I won't talk to you then if that's how you'll be. I was only trying to be nice but I wonder why I even waste my breath on a stinking mudblood."
"Suits me just fine, Ferret boy," Hermione replied scathingly. "It's not as if you have anything nice to ever say."
They worked the rest of the lesson in silence with Ginny giving them both anxious glances but she soon gave up and busied herself with making the potion. Hermione had every intention of telling him where he could shove his wand up but of course, being the sensible person that she was, refrained from doing so.
Hermione, Ginny and Draco had been grouped together (much to the horror of Draco) in Potions. In some ways this was good because they could talk without being overheard since all the hissing and bubbling of cauldrons drowned out all possible talk. In other ways this was bad because it was a proven fact Draco hated Ginny and Hermione. The feeling was mutual and usually an argument broke out within seconds of each other's presence. In fact, if glaring was an international sport Hermione was sure that Draco and herself would be reigning world champions.
When Ginny had inquired on whether he was finding their circumstances hard he had politely replied that although the situation with his parents and the Marauders was difficult, things were otherwise peachy. In other words: butt out and stay out of my god damn life. Draco had then proceeded to ponder on why Harry was so useless even though both his parents seemed quite talented and intelligent.
Hermione had intended to give him the finger on this occasion but Professor Chrysanthium always seemed to be patrolling quite close to them like a hawk eyeing it's prey. Hermione decided not to push her luck. Not just yet.
By the end of the lesson Draco was nursing a somewhat bruised ego; Hermione was experiencing the first symptoms of high blood pressure related to stress and their potion had turned fluroscent pink, not to mention the heart-shaped bubbles that it was emitting. Oh wow, Hermione thought, can you get anymore hackneyed?
"Now class," growled Professor Chrysanthium narrowing her greying eyebrows distastefully. "Each group must bring a representative out to test the effectiveness of their Trinsgarthium potion."
Hermione turned around and saw Ginny and Draco's eyes fixed firmly on her.
"Me? Wha? Hell no!" exclaimed Hermione. But no matter how much she begged, bribed or bickered she was the one who was brought out the front. Draco smirked as she raised the vial of the sickly-sweet liquid to her lips. You are going to pay for this Ferret boy! She vowed, imagining slow painful deaths of the heir to the Malfoy fortune, as she drained the vial.
Suddenly the classroom began to swim and little winged cherubs sprang before her eyes, floating bemusedly. Hmm, she thought as a wave of bliss washed over her, this reminds me a of dream.
Her eyes fell on Peter Pettigrew. He looked different in this light, from this angle. Handsome even, she mused, as his body began to contort in front of her very eyes into a well-toned one. His hair was no longer mousy but was thick and sandy-coloured. She was just about to leap off the table and snog him senseless when more liquid was forced down her throat.
Immediately the world became normal again and the only emotion Hermione felt for Peter was hate. The only celebrity she associated him with was Krusty the Clown with a bad hair day. The only way she was ever going to get married to him was if she committed suicide first.
"Well class," called Professor Chrysanthium. "That was an exemplary and very powerful love potion. I believe that if Ms. Watson wasn't stopped on time, not even a pack of wild dogs would have saved a certain Mr. Pettigrew from her clutches."
The class burst into laughter and it was only then that she realised she was practically hanging off the table she had been sitting on and was positioned in what seemed to be a lunge. Peter turned a brilliant shade of crimson at the Professor's comment and Hermione turned a brilliant hue of green. How vile, she thought, in that small matter of seconds I was in love with Peter Pettigrew!
Shuddering she made her way back to her seat and found Ginny clutching her sides with laughter and Draco smirking like there was no tomorrow. Across the room Hermione saw Remus and James down on all fours on the floor and Lily seemed to be paralysed with laughter. Sirius was nowhere in sight, in fact he had not even come to class at all. Hermione wondered what had been bothering Sirius that morning.
This time Hermione couldn't resist the urge and actually gave Draco the finger, which surprisingly shut him up. Seriously, she thought, I should do that more often. At least it shuts up the miserable git.
They walked out of the dungeons at the end of the lesson; James recovering from a broken-heart from being rejected by a bird and Remus sporting a black eye from quarrelling with the boyfriend of his 'love'.
"I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life," contemplated Remus. "Did you see the look Alice gave me? I'll never be able to look her in the eye again!"
Lily chuckled. "Oh come on Remus, you've got to admit that lesson was very entertaining and Longbottom will get over it. What was even more hilarious was Mione eyeing Peter!"
The boys roared with laughter and nudged Peter waggling their eyebrows suggestively in Hermione's general direction. Lily and Ginny both winked at Hermione and she wished that the floor would split open and swallow her up. She didn't want to be reminded of her and Peter's little rendezvous at that very moment. Draco was smirking from ear to ear looking extremely pleased.
"Stop with the smirking you stupid prat," hissed Hermione out of the corner of her mouth, "or I'll hex your face so badly the only thing it'll resemble will be a mutated custard apple."
"Trying to be threatening are we Granger?" retorted Draco, his voice low and deadly. "You should know by now that they don't work on a Malfoy."
Thankfully Hermione was saved from further humiliation when none other than Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape entered the scene. The atmosphere of the corridor instantly turned icy as the boys eyed each other off (except for Draco who was staring determinedly ahead). Contempt and loathing blazed in their eyes as each party tensed, clenching and unclenching their fists. Only when the Slytherins rounded the corner did the boys relax.
"So Peter, do you want to come down and watch us practise Quidditch after lunch?" suggested James.
Peter's eyes lit up and he positively beamed. "Really? Sure James!" he squealed, "I'd love to!"
Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes as they entered the Great Hall. The House-elves had clearly outdone themselves today, judging by the massive array of food on the tables. Hermione's stomach growled and she realised that she hadn't eaten much at breakfast.
"Hungry?" Ginny asked as she passed Hermione a bowl of potato mash as she sat down.
"Just a tad," replied Hermione scooping some onto her plate.
"I'll be right back from the bathroom," remarked Ginny getting up. "I'll be back in a flash."
Hermione merely nodded as Ginny dashed away and was about to dig into her food when two strong hands clamped themselves over her eyes. Hermione breathed in a manly scent, which she recognised as Old Spice, but only one person she knew wore it; and that one person was Draco Malfoy. This fact she knew only from Pansy's usual delirious ranting at most breakfasts.
"I've been waiting for you," teased a voice in her ear. "Guess who?"
But before Hermione could respond or even look at the person, she was spun around and captured a slow, heart-stopping, electric and passionate kiss that sent shivers down her spine.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A/N: Mwahahahahaha! Evil cliffie!!! Well it's not that big of a cliffie but oh well! I'd just like to say a really big thankyou to all my faithful reviewers and that this story would never have gone on without you so thanks heaps. I'll try to update in a week so until then keep reading and reviewing.
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Quotes: 'Wow he must have been a horse in another life' -from 'Looking for Alibrandi' by Melina Marchetta
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