Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from any JK Rowling's books are hers. Anyone you don't is from my very own insane mind. Adieu . . .
A/N: well all you guys, (though I have no Idea who and when will be reading this. . . ) I probably didn't get my reviews I requested for. But I love writing and I can't stay too long without giving you all the "opportunity" to read my stories... Give me ideas all of you out there. . . I like help.
Chapter Six: The Strange Book . . .
Pansy Parkinson was mad. And not just a little mad. She was furious.
"Disgusting," she thought to herself. "Dumbledore was probably hinting that I am a loner. That I have to work myself. But he thinks I'm stupid. They all do. That Draco, beaming from ear to ear right after that mud-blood was paired with him. Then when he realized we were looking to see his reaction he started making fun of her. But I saw. He too thinks that I'm stupid. Well just as we were leaving I heard Dumbledore say that there was a bonus question on the bottom, and he didn't think anyone could get it. Well, I'll show them. I'll work my head off and search every book in the library till I find that answer. Then when I do, I'll then do some other questions. But I'm sure to win then. If that doesn't show them . . ." She grinned evilly to herself, and pushed her way through the library. She stalked into the restricted section and began pulling out the books to help her with that question. It sure was a hard one. She had never heard of the thing written, before. She began yanking out books at random, when in her fury she yanked a bit too hard. The whole shelf of books tumbled down on her head. Her wand went flying into the shelf but didn't go to far. She felt it stop, as if being held back by a barrier. Pansy looked into the shelf but nothing was there.
"Must be invisible," she muttered to herself. She stuck her hand in, but nothing was there. "That isn't possible,"she whispered half hysterical. She reached for the wand getting a tight grip onto it. "Oh god," she snapped. "Oh Draco. Oh Snape. Oh Slytherin. Do help me now, so I may see the book." Suddenly there was a tug, and an object went flying out. Pansy hurriedly returned the fallen books to the shelf and slowly lifted the small book. It was blood red. A red so deep it looked evil. Pansy opened it up and read the inscription scrawled in the front in green ink.
"This book was written by the one signed below. The only way for this book to be felt and seen, is if the seeker is touching it with their wand, a Slytherin, and says the words 'Oh Slytherin, Do help me so that I may see the book'. This book contains spells discovered by the great writer of this paragraph, about a very unknown magic topic. The finder of this book must also seek to help the dark Lord. With out the above conditions you could not have seen or felt this book with your hands.
Salazer Slytherin
Pansy was shocked. She couldn't believe what the inscription said. It was utterly incredible. It was preposterous. It was way out . . (A/N: You get the point don't ya . . .)
Pansy opened the book and read the title written in silver snaky letters "The Magic of Brother Wands". She thought for a moment and then realized that she had heard in her house, (her parents were ardent Voldemort supporters) that the Dark Lord would be in South America until he could find out how to defeat Harry Potter's wand- which was his brother wand.
"The glory and fame I'll get when I figure out the secret of brother wands," She gleefully said, all thought of winning the treasure hunt forgotten. She opened up the book and began to read. She realized that the only way for the brother wands to go against each other was for one of the owners to drink a potion - a very complicated one, and especially if the other person wouldn't give up the things.
- A piece of the thing or person he hates most. "No way," she thought. How will I get Harry to tell me that and then get the piece. But I'll give it to Voldemort and he'll think of something."
- A piece of the thing or person he fears most. "Same problem here"
- A piece of the thing or person he desires most. "Even harder. What if the person is dead?"
All of the above pieces can be no larger than a snail.
- His most precious possession. Must be a thing.
- 2 oz. of his saliva
- A plant which he handled or touched. "Not so hard," She mused. "I can get that from herbology..
- 4 egg size shertstones. "I heard of that one day during potions. It's a stone that when mixed with other stuff can read someone elses inner thoughts. But they're very rare."
Mix the first three together and let it sit under the drinkers wand for 2 weeks. Next add the next item and stir it with your two index fingers. Make sure to have the other brother wand owner's face in mind. Add the rest of the ingredients after stirring for 3/4 of an hour. Then let simmer for 16 days. Drink after it cools for 7 minutes.
"I'm gonna send an owl to my mom and dad right now . . ."
Draco and Hermione left the great hall both sunk in their own thoughts. Hermione was wondering how to start while Draco was trying to get away from everyone else while making cruel faces at Hermione. Parvati and Lavender were giving Hermione sympathetic glances. Hermione shrugged, and walked on, her head held high. She refused to let herself seem bothered about the paring up. Actually in reality she was not bothered at all.
"So mud-blood," Draco began loudly enough for the whole hall to hear. "I had to have to the misfortune of being paired up with you." Hermione suddenly spun around and pulled him into an empty classroom.
"Draco Malfoy,"she began in a icy voice. "I think it's time you've stopped playing this act."
"What act, Granger?" He replied nastily.
"We're in and empty room now Malfoy. God, you can't even act a little nicer in here where no one is watching?"
"What do you mean?" Malfoy whispered worriedly. "What are you saying you dirty rascal? You trying to catch me unaware?" Inside Draco's stomach was a large pit, making him feel like killing himself for talking to her like that. She was pretty, and he liked her a lot. But out of nowhere like this to start acting friendly . . .she'll think he was put up to it, and he wasn't.
"Look Malfoy. You don't have to try to insult me." Hermione tossed her head, and ran a hand through her hair. "We have to work together for two days now, and you know I wanted to talk to you. Let me just make a complete confession now. I landed in Knockturn valley accidently, before school started. And I over heard you and your father arguing. I heard how you said that any magical person should be accepted to Hogwarts, and how you don't think the dark arts means everything, and that you'd rather a live powerless father than a dead powerful one. I heard every single word Malfoy." Hermione's voice grew shrill. "So I decided, 'if he really doesn't hate me as much as he says he does, and is willing to go against his father, I'd like to get to know him better.' Harry and Ron, and even Liza thought I was crazy. Harry just told me yesterday that I was nuts, because even if you did mean that, and I'm sure you did, because you wouldn't say that to your father if you didn't sincerely mean it, you had a reputation to uphold and would continue to be mean to me. But I persisted and I don't know why now. They were right. You have not a single kind cell in your body. Not bone, Malfoy, cell. And I was stupid enough to believe you'd at least come talk to me privately and listen. I don't know why Malfoy. Why are you so mean to me when I really love you. I do. I really, really like you. I wanted to see what made you tick. But you insist on being so caring to me, and always made sure to come and listen to me, after all four letters I sent you. I think I'm crazy Draco, for liking you. But there are some feelings you can't control." Hermione was crying softly now and was about to continue, when Draco stepped forward. She looked up at those silver eyes, now looking so strange as they were filled with deep concern. He reached for her and hugged her tightly and then pressed his lips down on hers. Hermione felt the world spinning around her. Her first kiss. And it was Draco who was doing it. He tightened his hold around her and spoke in a soft voice.
"Hermione. I care very much about you. But if we want to date we'll have to do it privately because you don't know how it feels to be made fun of by all the Slytherins. Hey listen. It was cool of you to keep on trying to talk to me. But now I know and you know that our feelings are mutual. Because you heard my conversation with my dad you know that I am real, and not just doing this because I want to torment you, like I thought you would. Now let's get going because I plan on winning that prize. Kay?" He looked at her with warmth.
She unlocked her hands from around him and said, "Lets go." And off they went hand in hand.