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You Know You Love Me…
Firebirdflame
PREVIOUSLY ON MR MAYBE…"I just had to see if it was true!"
"You are, nor never have been, in love with the Ferret!"
"Fine! I'll prove it to you!"
"We heard that you chucked some love potion over Hermione Granger and then placed yourself deliberately in her line of sight so she'd fall in love with you as some kind of prank."
"I'm using all the resources available to me in order to win this bet. If I play my cards right, and everything goes according to plan, I shall be able to estimate the exact time they'll admit their love for one another to within a few minutes."
Chapter Five:
Howlers- The 8th Plague Of The Earth.
08:32/ TUESDAY 6th SEPTEMBER/ MAIN CORRIDOR
HERMIONE P.O.V
God, I hope this works. If it doesn't show Draco how much I love him, then nothing will. And, hey. Even if he yells at me at least he'll be talking to me, acknowledging that I exist, right?
"Hermione, you're up to something. I can tell." Harry is suspicious, frowning as we wait for Ron and Ginny to catch up before we enter the Great Hall for breakfast. I turn to look at him. If he thinks he's getting anything out of me, he is sorely mistaken.
"Don't be so ridiculous, Harry. All that air you swallow while flying on that broomstick must finally be getting to you." I say, sniffing dismissively before turning away and walking into the Great Hall, Ron and Ginny now behind me, having just emerged from the stairs. As I walk to my seat, my eyes instinctively scan the Slytherin table, which runs parallel to ours for Draco. Ah, there he is. Immediately, I feel a heat in my cheeks as I blush furiously. I smile brightly at him. He's looking even yummier than usual, in a black t-shirt that hugs his toned torso to perfection (a toned torso which I've never had the good fortune to see). I hug myself, happy.
Only a few more minutes to go…
DRACO P.O.V
Why the Hell is Granger smiling at me like that? What is she planning now? She'd better not try anything or-. But then again, why would she? I'm sure she learnt her lesson yesterday. She can adore me from afar like everybody else, but that's about it. And I do mean from afar. Or she'll have to deal with me again and I am more than angry enough to do more than just insult her if that becomes the case.
Relaxing, I sit back and laugh at Blaise's joke as if I had actually been listening. Hmm… I wonder what I've got first… wait a minute… What The Fuck is that? I swear I've already received today's mail…. Wait another minute… I have already gotten today's mail. But then why on God's green Earth is that snow-white owl swooping down towards me?
All eyes are on bird that has now dropped a red envelope from a great height above me. There are some gasps as people with the eyesight of demented telescopes see what it is. From here I can't see anything but a red blob free falling towards me, but, as it gets nearer… OH, NO. OH, GOD NO. A HOWLER? You HAVE to be kidding me.
The 8th Plague of the Earth drops onto my plate and I look at it, apprehensive. Who could it be from? I hope to God that it's not from who I think it-
"DRACO," Granger's voice reverberates throughout the Great Hall. " I KNOW THAT I'M JUST ONE OF THE MANY GIRLS WHO ARE TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, BUT I JUST HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL." I sit in horrified shock. This CANNOT be happening to me.
"YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS AND I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THERE ARE SAND PARTICLES OR STARS. I LOVE YOU MORE-"
Oh, Hell NO. This has got to stop and now. Jumping up, I snatch the missive where Granger is continuing to declare exactly how much she loves me and stalk over to the window. Aside from the mudblood's ranting, the Hall is completely silent..
Oh, God. I spoke too soon. As I open the window and hurl the red envelope out of the window, the Hall erupts into laughter. I turn around to see students and teachers alike thumping the tables, falling off chairs and (oh, how disgusting) spraying partly digested food everywhere. How dare they?
My face grim with anger, I sit back in my seat. Wait one burger-flipping second… that sound of cackling very close to me… could that be my fellow Slytherins? I slap my hand hard against the table. Instantly, they fall deadly silent, recognising exactly who they are laughing at and that I am NOT playing games.
OK, maybe if I ignore the remaining few who are stupid enough to continue laughing, they'll stop and this entire episode will be forgotten by- Oh, who am I trying to kid? This will go down in Hogwarts' history. The only thing that I have to be thankful for is that the many Hogwarts newspapers and magazines haven't yet started back up, having had to be looking for new 7th Year Editors.
Mmm… I love eggs. To get through this, I should just think about all the good things in life. Eggs, Quidditch (although I tend to hate it for a while when Potter wins-which is a lot of the time actually), my nice mansion, Mother, Blaise and Pansy (but just don't tell them that I told you that. One must keep ones followers on their toes), Bertie's Every Flavour-
"So, did you like it? " a female voice asks, eagerly. Please, no. Please, NO. I look up at hesitantly to see that witch, Hermione Granger. The entire table hears her and watches, captivated.
Is this woman CRAZY? After what she just put one through, she expects me to- Oh, no. I mean, sure most of the guys are gazing more enviously at me than usual but I CANNOT believe that it's because of the mudblood.
"For God's sake, woman. Didn't you get it the first time? I don't want you anywhere near me. FUCK OFF." I have had enough. Maybe now she'll get the little hints I've been dropping about not wanting her around. Her face falls, eyes watering. But do I care? NO.
"But…but I love you," She says, moving closer to the table. OK. This conversation is OVER. I slap my hand once more on the table and stand up. Immediately, Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle rise from their seats, two on either side of mine, and move to stand behind me.
"And I hate you. I hate you more than words can say. I hate you more than there are grains of sand or stars. And whatever other shit you said. I couldn't possibly tell you 'cause I stopped listening after I realised that it was your lips saying the words." I stalk out of the Great Hall, stares upon me, and make sure to throw one last 'I-will-make-you-regret-this' glare at Longbottom who shrinks back into his chair, understandably terrified.
14:07/ WEDNESDAY 7TH SEPTEMBER/ CLASSROOM 17/ TRANSFIGURATION
HERMIONE P.O.V
Yeah, Draco, I get it. I get it now. I love you and you hate me and that's the way it always has been and that's the way it always will be. But did you have to be quite as mean as you were? And the fact that you were so cruel as to ensure that I didn't see you until now since 'the incident' only helps to drive that point further home.
"We've told you, Mione, he's NOT worth it." Harry consoles me, patting my back while Ron is ready with the tissues just in case I start crying. Aah. They're so sweet. Harry's even been nice enough to take down my notes for me as I am in no fit state to listen to Mc Gonogall right now (I know, I know. I'm Hermione Granger, right? Cleverest in the school and 'endless know-it-all, but this just shows how upset I am.) .
I just don't understand. What did I ever do to him to make him hate me this much? I mean I know we've had our differences in the past, but… don't cry, Hermione. Don't let anyone see how crushed you are.
Draco turns around, ocean blue eyes on me, Harry and Ron. I try to smile at him. Maybe if I'm really nice to him-but, no. He glares at us and turns back around. Don't CRY, Hermione. He'll just use it against you, increasing the size of the cracks in your heart. I gulp. This is useless.
The dam breaks loose and tears cascade down my cheeks. Oh, no. I cover my face with my hands, ashamed and feel Harry and Ron wrap their arms around my shoulders.
I'm so lucky to have such good friends.
NARRATOR P.O.V
Harry and Ron look up at Draco with every intention of sending glares of death at him, only to see him staring right back at them. They peer closely at him. We highly doubt it, but could that be guilt on his face? As if. When they look again, it is simply a look of disgust.
We must be smoking something instead of listening to Mc Gonogall, right? I mean, Draco Malfoy? Feeling guilty?
I seriously doubt it.
19:24/ WEDNESDAY 7TH SEPTEMBER/ HEADS' QUARTERS/ COMMON ROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
The Head Boy and Girl are doing their homework, each seated on their separate sofas. Isn't it a pleasant surprise that he can stand to be in the same room as her? But, hey. I guess just pretending that she doesn't exist is enough for him.
Every so often, Hermione glances up at him, ecstatic to be in the same as him by his own choice. Wait a minute… could it be that Draco Malfoy, the second cleverest in school, is having trouble with his homework? It certainly seems that way. As a result of the past 48 hours, his concentration is shot and what would normally have taken him only a few minutes is costing him hours. He keeps chewing on his quill and running a hand through his shaggy, platinum, shoulder length hair.
Hermione sighs, puts down her quill and sets aside her books on the table in front of her. She watches Draco, silent. Sighing, he runs a hadn through his hair in exasperation at what we can now see is DADA homework. Go on, Hermione. Ask him. She bites her lip and starts to fidget with her nails.
"Um," she begins, tentatively. "Would you like some help?" At her words, the Head Boy looks up at her, incredulous. Go on, man. Accept her-
"No," is the short answer she receives. He would be ruder, but he can't be arsed to waste any more time on 'Granger' than he already has. I know it isn't my place to comment but, how mean. Hermione blushes, eyes downcast. She was only trying to help. He scans the book, turns a page and sighs once more before glancing up at the Head Girl.
"Fine. If you must," he says, giving up. A shy smile forming, she walks over to his sofa and sits down, pulling the book towards her and glancing at it. He watches her, eyebrows raised. He seriously doubts that even she will be able to help.
"Well, it says here that the only defence against banshees is to illuminate them, so the best spell against them would be..?" she trails off, expectantly. His eyes are on the page, narrowed in thought.
"Lumos?" his answer is hesitant, eyes now on the Head Girl. She nods, her smile wider than ever.
"Yep, exactly. And that's about it."
He nods, showing his gratitude in the only way acceptable to him.
"Thanks."
She nods, enthusiastically, her smile now so bright it could light up the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the darkest night. Draco looks at her with (could that be?) amazement on his face. Hermione has never looked at him like this before. Where her looks win over their bodies, this is the smile that wins over the hearts of the male population of Hogwarts.
She moves back over to her sofa and picks up her I-pod, plugging the headphones into her ears. Draco returns to his homework after continuing to frown at her for a while longer. Every so often, he glances up at her before returning to his work.
I would say progress, no?
19:53/ WEDNESDAY 7TH SEPTEMBER/ GRYFFINDOR TOWER/ COMMON ROOM
NARRATOR P.O.V
"To say that I feel sorry for her would be an understatement," Ginny pops a red jellybean into her lip-gloss outlined mouth. Harry nods, sympathetically, whilst flipping through a textbook (Which one? Can you see it from here? 'Cos I definitely can't.).
She, Harry and Ron are sitting in the chairs before the roaring fire, chatting and doing their respective homework. We entered the cosy room to find them laughing at some joke and positioned ourselves in the chair just behind them in order to be able to hear their conversation.
"I couldn't agree with you more." Ron says, using his wand to hover a paper airplane above our heads. "And he's being so mean to her as well. I wouldn't even expect such behaviour from Snape."
"I haven't seen her cry in over two years. That potion must be really strong." Harry agrees, sorting through a Bertie's Every Flavour Beans packet.
"Why doesn't Snape do something about this?" Ginny asks, jade eyes narrowed in confusion. "He's the Potions teacher."
Harry shrugs and snatches the annoying airplane out of the air.
"Since when has Snape ever done anything to help us?" Ron raises a sardonic eyebrow. Ginny pauses for a moment, and then nods.
"True."
"I guess we could try and help her ourselves?" Harry's suggestion is slow and measured. Oh, please God no. I love him and all, but anything except Harry Potter playing hero again. Ginny looks up.
"What do you mean?" she asks, eyebrow raised. Ron, giving up on his charmed paperwork now that it has been crushed by his the other male counterpart of the Golden Trio, turns to watch the two with interest.
"Well," Harry puts his feet to rest on the table in front of him, " We could always look up love potions and see of there's a cure." At this, Ron adopts an expression of abject disgust.
"You mean go to the Library?" Ron has nothing but bad memories of this dreaded place. If I had a pound for every time he's been kicked out by a furious Madame Pince… well, you know the rest.
"Yes-but remember, Hermione would do the same for us."
"Hermione goes there anyway without needing a reason."
"That's beside the point," Harry says, calmly, whilst standing up. Hermione is our best friend and she is suffering right now. We are going to go to the Library and look through every book until we find a way to help her." Ron rolls his eyes as Ginny nods emphatically.
"Fine. But don't expect me to pretend to be having fun in Madame Pince's laire," is his last comment as the three walk out of the Common Room.
Right, I guess that means that we're paying a little trip to the Library too. Come on, now. Get up. And don't complain-it's annoying.
Here we go…
40 MINUTES LATER"This is just useless!" Ron gives a shout of utter exasperation, whilst tossing aside yet another book. "We've been here for almost an hour now and we still haven't found a bloody thing!"
Harry looks up in abject disgust at his so-called best friend's words whilst Ginny searches through another book. And we can see why. I mean, call yourself a best friend, Weasley?
"Shut up and keep looking," The Boy Who Lived says, through gritted teeth. Ron, seeing that he means business, sighs heavily but picks up another book from a nearby shelf.
But it's totally easy to understand exactly why the poor guy is fed up. The three have been searching through this section at the back of the Library for almost an hour now and, as a result there is an ever increasing pile of books on the table in the centre of the section. It must be nearly nine O'clock by now (check your watch for me, would you?) and all three are understandably demoralised.
The three continue to go through book after book. Let's hope they find something shall we? I mean, it's getting kinda late and aren't you even a teensy bit tired? And I'm sure that, by now, the Library's even meant to be-
"OW!" a cry from Ginny interrupts the Library's usual silence. The two present members of the Golden Trio, however don't even flinch let alone look up, and she is left to hop around, clutching her big toe which, as she is foolishly wearing flip flips in winter, we can presume she has stubbed somewhere very hard. She collapses onto the floor next to the bookcase, which we can assume committed the crime and rubs the injured bodypart vigorously. As she does so, her eyes seem to become aware of something. What is it? Quick? Try and see what it-
She yanks out a book from underneath the offending piece of furniture and, peering at it, dusts it off. Careful, Ginny. You don't seem to know what that is and you wouldn't want to catch anything you may not be able to get rid of. Upon the cover-wait just one second while I get a closer look… ah, yes- it reads 'Olde Potions OFMEDIAVEL TIMES'. OOH. Could this be the answer to all our prayers?
She opens it and scans the Contents Page. Ah! This does look promising. 'Love potione –page 17'. She flicks past the yellowed pages carefully. Quick, Ginny! Come on, you can go faster than that! Ah, yes. Finally.
Love potione
Used by many as a way in which to induce love,
It has now become most popular.
But beware! For eventually the potione does indeed wear off. However, if thou wishes to rid thou loved one of the potione,
the only way in which to do so would be to-
"And just WHAT do you think you're doing?" a pinched voice asks, in a shocked tone. Ginny and the boys look up, startled, at the newcomer. Madame Pince stands, hands on hips, in the entrance to the section. Oh, dear. She does not look pleased, does she? Let's hide behind that bookshelf over there…
"Well, we were just-" Ginny begins, eyes wide in puzzlement. Ron nods emphatically to in order to back up whatever her story might be.
"I don't have the time to listen to your excuses. And just what is that you're holding in your hands, missy?" the angry librarian asks, spotting the book that the youngest Weasley has hold of.
Instantly, Ginny remembers exactly what she has in her hands and, sensing Pince's evident disapproval, attempts to hide the book (a bit slow on the uptake, this one… sigh… hasn't she learnt anything from the Golden Trio?).
"Oh, no you don't!" Pince is quick to say as she, along with everyone else in the room, notices what the girl is attempting to do. "Pass it here! That was meant to be in the restricted section," she continues, grabbing the book from Ginny. Harry and Ron exchange despairing glances. Talk about bad timing.
"And just look at the time!" the librarian exclaims, continuing her rant. The three errant pupils glance up at the clock on the far wall. It reads 21:01.
"The Library was closed as of a minute ago," Pince sniffs, self righteously. "No exceptions. OUT! NOW!"
With this last shout, she begins a shooing motion with her hands, pointing in the general direction of the exit. The three grumble unreservedly under their breath as they walk through and out of book heaven but Madame Pince, who has the ears of a bat (which I happen to know from an unforgettable first hand experience) ignores them and slams and locks the door securely upon their exit. Sighing heavily, she walks over to her desk, pulls open a drawer, place the confiscated book in inside and locks it with a key from the many on a chain around her neck.
"I'm not at all happy about this." She says, aloud, a look of sincere disapproval on her face. " I hate having to be involved in one of your schemes."
Without warning, a man emerges from under an invisibility cloak and grins, good-naturedly. Dear Lord, no. But we should have suspected that he'd be behind this all along.
"Oh, learn to have a little fun, Mary," Dumbledore winks, before disappearing under the cloak once more.
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RECOMMENDED STORIES (all are in my favourites section.)
10 Ways to Kill Draco Malfoy by Drakyula. I loved this as soon as I read it. Either put it into search or go to my favourites page.
The 10 Labours of Draco and Hermione by Evilrabidplotbunnies. Love this more than words can say…
Collide- one that I just discovered today, but ah-dore already!
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As you're reading this, remember the evil date 5th October people, as that is the day that… Ha! You tell me! In a review, please, and I will definitely give a shoutout to the people who get it right. I'll give you one clue. The answer is in a previous chapter…
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You Know You Love Me…
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