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Title: L is for Luck.
Summary: "Do you think I could get lucky tonight, Granger?"
Rating: T
Word Count: 895
(Thanks to those of you who suggested "Luck" for L! Illusionofmagic, and Clydelives.)
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Draco grinned as he held up the small vial full of clear liquid. No, it wasn't water. It wasn't clear soda, either. It was liqiud luck. Draco had never tried it before, and after the Potty had gotten it from Slughorn, Draco was curious has to how well it worked. According to rumor... very well. And he planned to use it to his advantage.
He opened the small vial and drank about half of the bottle; then grinned. He was going to the library. Of course, Hermione, in the library. Why didn't he think of that? Draco walked as fast as he could down the corridor without running. He went up two flights of stairs and stopped eagerly at the library. He went in and--
There she was. So beautiful, with her brown curly hair and beautiful eyes.
He wanted to go right up to her and ask her out. Go up and say, "Granger, I've liked you since the beginning of this year. Would you be willing to go out to Hogsmede on Saturday with me?" And give her his patented smirk. Then he'd lean on the bookshelf in front of her, his arms crossed across his chest and wait for her to fall on her knees and say, "oh, yes Malfoy! I've liked you since forever! Now let's make out!"
But no. Even though that's what he wanted to do, he couldn't. Well, he could. But he felt if he did, then everything would be screwed up. He had to go behind her and get Advanced Potion Making for Advanced Students and just sit down in front of her and start reading it. Yes. That's what he had to do. He didn't know why, but he was going to do it.
And he did. He got the book and sat nonchalantly in the chair across from her, propping his legs up on the table and ignoring her sigh of irritation. Ignore her, the luck told him. Ignore her for now.
Hermione cleared her throat. He continued to read. She sighed and sat her quill down in from of her. "What do you want Malfoy?"
Ignore her, ignore her, ignore her, he chanted in his head. He didn't want to ignore her... he wanted to talk to her. He wanted to talk to her so bad, but the luck was telling him not to. Instead he cleared his throat and propped the edge of the book on his knee so she couldn't see his face, only the front cover of the book.
"Malfoy!" She whispered furiously.
He grinned and lowered the book, looking at her annoyed face. "Granger."
"What are you doing here?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Reading. Like any good student should do."
"Why are you doing it here?"
He rolled his eyes, just like the luck told him to. "Because, Granger, this is the library. You know, the place where students can go to research and read books for their essays, or, hey, just read for fun!"
Hermione glared at him. "I know that, Malfoy. But why are you here, at my table?"
Draco feigned surprise. "This is your table? I don't see your name on it," he said, pretending to look for a name. He actually knew that this was her table, in a way. She had sat at this table for the past three years and everyone knew it was "her" table. No one had sat in it since she dubbed it "her" table. It was like an unwritten rule within Hogwarts that no one used that table with or without Hermione Granger's permission.
"Please leave, Malfoy."
"No."
"What?"
"You heard me."
She narrowed her eyes at him and slammed her book shut. "Fine. I'll just go to Gryffindor Tower where you can't get in to bother me."
He shrugged like he didn't care, but inside he was screaming at himself. What are you doing!? You can't let her get away!
Just be calm, the luck told him. It'll work out.
Draco got up and followed her, on the luck's command. "Granger!"
She sighed impatiently and whirled around. "What, Malfoy?"
"Do you think I could get lucky tonight?"
"What?"
"Do you think I could get lucky tonight. With you."
She let out a short laugh. "You couldn't get lucky with me any night, Malfoy."
"Would you like to bet?"
"Bet?" She laughed. "You, Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, hater of all mudbloods, want to bet that I, Hermione Granger, one of the Golden Trio, a mudblood herself, will help you get lucky tonight? Nice try."
"Why don't we see if it works out. If you're right, and it doesn't, then I'll be your personal slave for a month. If it works in my favor, you'll be mine. Deal?"
"Malfoy. I'm not going to have sex with you. Tonight or any night in the future."
"Let's test that theory."
"No."
"But Hermione--"
"What?"
"Let's see. You go out with me on--"
"No, you... you said my name."
"Yeah... its how people usually communicate with people. Didn't you know?"
"No, you idiot. My first name."
Draco shrugged. "Go out with me on Saturday? We'll test if I'll get lucky in the future."
"No, Malfoy. Will you just let it be?"
Draco smirked. "Nope."
She massaged the bridged of her nose. "Fine. Saturday. Three o'clock, sharp. Do not be late."
Draco dipped his head and turned around. "A Malfoy's never late." He could hear her mutter something under her breath. Something with the words 'idiot' and 'inarticulate bumble'. He didn't care though. He managed to get a date with Hermione Granger.
And it was all because of liquid luck.
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And there is L. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I actually really like this one... Haha.
IMPORTANT!
1. I cannot remember if Draco was in Slughorn's Potions' class in Year 6. If he was, then great. Awesome. If not, please ignore that small detail and pretend he was, mkayy? Thanks a ton.
2. I know my version, if you would, of liquid luck is a bit weird, but that's how I kind of picture it. Not really a voice in your head, per say, but it is. If that makes sense. Kind of like a feeling. But a "voice" was easier to write. So, I hope everyone doesn't really mind about that small detail.
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