Disclaimer: What's the point of writing these things? I own
nothing. Everything belongs to the great J.K. Rowling. *yawn*
Chapter Two
That night, Hermione thought about
the day's events. It was very strange to be in love with Draco for more than
the other students were in love with each other. And she didn't feel any
different about Draco than after she drank the love potion. When she thought
about Ron, he was just, well, Ron. Not her crush, that title belonged to Draco
now.
Was it
something wrong in the potion? There must have been. It was extremely strange
to be in love with Draco Malfoy. Was it the extra unicorn hair she added? No,
it couldn't have been. She didn't mean to sound braggy to herself, but she had
never gotten less than an A+ on an assignment, essay, potion, spell, quiz,
test, or exam.
But still………..
She looked
through all the books she had that mentioned love potions for the rest of the
night. In the morning she finally decided the cause of the love potion's
problem. In the
morning, Hermione finished breakfast quickly, and when Draco looked over at
her, she motioned for him to come to her table. He went, and she whispered to
him,
"We need to
talk. Come on."
They went outside the Great Hall, and
Hermione transfigured two pieces of fabric into two chairs. They sat down.
"I know why
the love potion is lasting. But first, I need to tell you something. When we
were brewing the potion, I was pretty sure Snape said twenty-one unicorn hairs.
So when you weren't looking, I slipped another unicorn hair in." said Hermione
quietly.
"You did?"
asked Draco.
"Yeah."
replied Hermione. "And I read up on love potions last night, and found out that
if you add too much of an ingredient, it will make the potion permanent.
Draco's mouth
dropped."P-p-perm-m-manent-t-t?" he stuttered.
Hermione nodded solemnly.
"What's worse
is, Dumbledore convinced the Ministry to let us make potions that lasted for
and hour. Ours is permanent, so we could get Dumbledore sacked. I know you
don't like him, but he is a good headmaster, and you know it." Hermione said.
Draco nodded.
"So what can we do?" he asked.
Hermione sighed. "Draco Malfoy. Remember me? You know,
Hermione Granger. If there's an essay I have to finish, what to I say? I say
let's go to the library. If I forget if a truth potion is red or blue, what do
I say? I say let's go to the library. If I'm not sure if-"
Draco
interrupted her. "I get it, let's just go to the library."
A/N: Thanks to all
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