A/N: Thanks for all the reviews its great to know that someone reads what i write. Fred and George are bad lil boys.. but hey I can deal with them.. sooner or later...Now I need your help.. what should happen next??? What would YOU like to see?
disclaimer: No own, broke, dont sue. TADA!!!
The Halloween party ended with Draco running off towards his dorms. The Gryffindors disbanded and headed back to their rooms as well, crawling into bed. Fred and George however sat in the common room co-conspiring for at least another hour.
Fred You know the potion? How long does it last?
Uh.. well I made a small batch of the
love potion we learned about in Snape's class a few weeks back. Ah Bloody hell, what did he say about the length. Fred's face contorted into a horrendous site. Ahh, I
think he said it was permanent. Oh no..
Fred began to laugh a little harder, then into a full-fledged guffaw. Oh my imagine it Him in love with a
Gryffindor, a muggle born at that! I think we
should ride it out a bit longer before telling Hermione the bad news. (You guys
gave Draco a PERMANENT POTION??? How awful! The poor guy. I'll just have to tell him!)
Where'd that voice come from? Fred asked. (I'm the Narrator, the writer, and I'm gonna tell him-) Zippo Silencio! Fred shouted waving his wand, silencing the incessant talking for the time being.
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Early the next morning Draco's bed was empty, made and looked hardly slept in. Down the halls of Hogwarts he walked, towards what he presumed was Dumbledore's office. Draco spoke the password one of the prefects had told him would allow him into the headmaster's office. Yes Mr. Malfoy? The silver haired wizard asked from behind his desk. A red Phoenix looked down at the young man.
May I transfer houses please?
That is a rather strange request. I'll have to confer with your head of house among other things. But I'll return you an answer within the week. Draco smiled a wide toothy smile, and left the room Leaving Dumbledore stroking his chin.
(Mmf mmfmfmmf mmff) Narrator is that you? Dumbledore asked looking around the room incredulously. (Mmmf! Mmmf!) Dumbledore cried aloud, and suddenly the Narrator could speak once more. (Thankyou! Those intolerable Weaselys! I swear you say one word and it's a silence spell!)
Do you have any idea why Draco Malfoy wants to change Houses?
(Of course! I'm the narrator, I'm the one behind the WHOLE mess, well almost the whole mess, there's a couple others involved. I'm not going to tell you everything but it has to involve him bringing flowers to one Hermione Granger. Stick that under your hat and let it brew.) Narrators, can't live with them, can't have a story without them So Draco's bringing flowers to Hermione This is an interesting turn of events, I think I'll let this play itself out. No matter what Severus says, no love potion is permanent. Unless the person wishes it so.
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Breakfast was the usual affair with one thing amiss, Draco. He was late, his usual Goons were seated at the Slytherin table wearing their black robes with green sashes. But seeing them there without Draco was a bit off. Then it happened, Fred and George were seated at one end of the table when a unanimous nod decided they would explain their prank. My fellow Gryffindors, Fred and I have something to say about.. Malfoy? Just as they question floated into the air did Draco waltz in wearing robes in red and gold. A question plagued his face as he attempted to decide where to sit. He could not sit at the Slytherin table, not with Crabbe and Goyle looking at him with such venomous glares. He finally chose to sit at the end of the long Gryffindor table, far away from the conversation.
The smell of fish polluted the air as a Pug nosed blonde wandered up with the two before mentioned goons by her side. Draco dear, why are you wearing those hideous colors. A sneer plastered to her lips, a disapproving glare in her eyes.
I thought a change in attire was necessary every now and then don't you, Pansy? Besides, Hermione wears these colors they can't be all bad. A sigh passed through his lips, and a slap resounded through the halls. If you feel that way you can have Hermione, I don't want you. I'd rather have Goyle! she turned on her heel and walked off, the fishy smell died away.