1 Love Potion No. 9 ¾
Chapter 11: Draco Malfoy, The Amazingly Jealous Bouncing Ferret
1.1 Sango-sama
Author's Notes: I did write a side story to all of this insanity yesterday, which is called Target Practice. However, fanfiction.net didn't like something about the file and I ended up killing the first version to upload another. So, if you didn't see it (or couldn't see it), it probably is just fine now. Like I said on there, those reviews will count towards this main story. And since I don't really like the ending, I'll appreciate any and all reviews so I can get a better idea of just what to change. Some of my better ideas (at least in my opinion) have been inspired by reviews. ^_^
Dedication: To all my family who are now reading this story, but mostly to my Aunt who checks far too often for an update. Merry Christmas to you all!
Disclaimer: I still don't own either Harry Potter or Love Potion No. 9; couldn't you just cry? ^_-
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Ron was completely perplexed. His eyebrows raised slightly, pulling his eyes wide. The characteristic Weasley blush had run all the way from his ears down to the collar of his robes and was likely running farther down than that.
It had only worsened when he had asked Hermione if she was feeling all right.
Harry had only half way been paying attention, his eyes playing ping-ping with the window, watching for a large grim-like dog to some barking past along the main street.
She had put the back of her hand to her forehead, shrugging as she pulled it away. "My hands are really cold, so I can't tell." The odd blush had magically reappeared on her cheeks. "Perhaps you could check?" her voice trailed away but she drew nearer to him.
"Alright," his voice cracking more than a little. His hand lifted slowly to her forehead.
'She is a bit warm,' he thought, trying valiantly to ignore the deeper shade of rose on her cheeks. He moved his other hand to his forehead comparing her temperature with his own.
Before he was aware of it, Hermione was out of her chair. He felt a light pressure at his cheek; it had lasted only a short time, but the buzzing feeling remained when she moved away.
"Hermione!" he croaked, throwing himself away as fast as he could, haphazardly knocking his own empty chair backward onto the floor. His hand covered where her lips had been.
She sat at the table with her head in her hands. She seemed nearly as surprised by what she had done as Ron had been.
Other customers had started looking over at him. A table of Slytherins sat on the opposite side of the restaurant sneered over in their direction. At least the boys did. The girls, one by one, picked up their drinks and walked over to Ron's table. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle watched gaping as they had been wordlessly abandoned.
It was not just the Slytherin table either. Soon nearly every female in the restaurant had gathered around Ron's table, blushing and laughing lightly as Ron's own blush deepened.
Madam Rosmerta, even took a short break from the counter, bringing Ron another Butterbeer "on the house."
"Ummm," Ron said eloquently, his eyes travelling back and forth between Hermione and the crowd. Hermione had a grip on his arm, almost possessively, as the cloud of estrogen descended down upon their table grew larger.
Harry had grown irritated, a fairly disgusted look plaguing his face. The crowd was blocking his view of the window. "I'll be outside," he muttered.
"Harry don't leave me alone here!" Ron looked panic-stricken, his eyes wide and pleading.
"Well," Harry chuckled, "you're really not alone, then, are you?"
Ron's grew pale, contorting his face to a grimace.
Harry kept grinning. "Oh I'll be back, you prat.I just need to check for-" Harry paused a second, picking his words carefully as he faced the many eyes of the very large, very female crowd. "Er.I'll be outside."
As the door closed behind Harry, Draco and the male portion of his goon squad approached the table.
Ron's teeth gritted reflexively. Hermione gripped his arm tighter.
Draco pushed through the crowd on the opposite side of the table, Crabbe and Goyle bouncing people out of the way for him. His cold eyes trailed over Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, who didn't look the least bit guilty, before dropping onto Ron and Hermione.
"Well, Weasley," he smirked, "you obviously aren't paying them."
If it were actually possible, his face turned a deeper shade of red, an angry crimson. Ron tried to stand up, but couldn't quite wriggle out of Hermione's grip. Instead, his fists clenched on the tabletop.
Draco's arms crossed haughtily. "So what is it, Weasley? A potion? A spell? There certainly is no other way you'd get more attention than your good friend Potty." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind him.
"Go away, Malfoy!" spat Hermione, her free arm slamming on the table as she sprang from her seat. "No one wants you here!"
Pansy's pug nose raised into the air haughtily, a slim smile pursing her lips. "You're just jealous, Draco."
"Yeah." echoed Millicent and a good half of the other girls, standing around the table.
Draco's eyes widened, for a moment before sparks jumped into his eyes, his mask sliding back into place.
"Move." He drawled icily to Crabbe and Goyle, as he turned on his heels. "Now!"
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Outside, Harry was leaning against the stone wall, frowning. There was still no sign of Professor Lupin or Sirius. His shoe was kicking at a large pebble, which he had been unburying with the toe of his shoe.
Ginny and one of her friends came running down the street shouting, "Harry. Harry!"
Harry's eye lifted stood away from the wall walking out to meet her.
She was hunched over, quite out of breath. Breathing deeply between words she managed to ask, "Did you.hear?"
"Hear about what?" He had leaned down near to her face.
The blonde girl, who was a Hufflepuff, plopped down on the step wearily. "On the outskirts of town.one of the older witches."
"A dementor.almost got her." Ginny finished, frowning, her breath slowly coming back to her. "Lucky that Madam Pomfrey was there."
"Yeah," he murmured, closing his eyes tightly. He couldn't very well let them know about Sirius and their former professor being in town, but his mind was racing. 'What if Sirius and Professor Lupin are still out there?'
Chapter 11: Draco Malfoy, The Amazingly Jealous Bouncing Ferret
1.1 Sango-sama
Author's Notes: I did write a side story to all of this insanity yesterday, which is called Target Practice. However, fanfiction.net didn't like something about the file and I ended up killing the first version to upload another. So, if you didn't see it (or couldn't see it), it probably is just fine now. Like I said on there, those reviews will count towards this main story. And since I don't really like the ending, I'll appreciate any and all reviews so I can get a better idea of just what to change. Some of my better ideas (at least in my opinion) have been inspired by reviews. ^_^
Dedication: To all my family who are now reading this story, but mostly to my Aunt who checks far too often for an update. Merry Christmas to you all!
Disclaimer: I still don't own either Harry Potter or Love Potion No. 9; couldn't you just cry? ^_-
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Ron was completely perplexed. His eyebrows raised slightly, pulling his eyes wide. The characteristic Weasley blush had run all the way from his ears down to the collar of his robes and was likely running farther down than that.
It had only worsened when he had asked Hermione if she was feeling all right.
Harry had only half way been paying attention, his eyes playing ping-ping with the window, watching for a large grim-like dog to some barking past along the main street.
She had put the back of her hand to her forehead, shrugging as she pulled it away. "My hands are really cold, so I can't tell." The odd blush had magically reappeared on her cheeks. "Perhaps you could check?" her voice trailed away but she drew nearer to him.
"Alright," his voice cracking more than a little. His hand lifted slowly to her forehead.
'She is a bit warm,' he thought, trying valiantly to ignore the deeper shade of rose on her cheeks. He moved his other hand to his forehead comparing her temperature with his own.
Before he was aware of it, Hermione was out of her chair. He felt a light pressure at his cheek; it had lasted only a short time, but the buzzing feeling remained when she moved away.
"Hermione!" he croaked, throwing himself away as fast as he could, haphazardly knocking his own empty chair backward onto the floor. His hand covered where her lips had been.
She sat at the table with her head in her hands. She seemed nearly as surprised by what she had done as Ron had been.
Other customers had started looking over at him. A table of Slytherins sat on the opposite side of the restaurant sneered over in their direction. At least the boys did. The girls, one by one, picked up their drinks and walked over to Ron's table. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle watched gaping as they had been wordlessly abandoned.
It was not just the Slytherin table either. Soon nearly every female in the restaurant had gathered around Ron's table, blushing and laughing lightly as Ron's own blush deepened.
Madam Rosmerta, even took a short break from the counter, bringing Ron another Butterbeer "on the house."
"Ummm," Ron said eloquently, his eyes travelling back and forth between Hermione and the crowd. Hermione had a grip on his arm, almost possessively, as the cloud of estrogen descended down upon their table grew larger.
Harry had grown irritated, a fairly disgusted look plaguing his face. The crowd was blocking his view of the window. "I'll be outside," he muttered.
"Harry don't leave me alone here!" Ron looked panic-stricken, his eyes wide and pleading.
"Well," Harry chuckled, "you're really not alone, then, are you?"
Ron's grew pale, contorting his face to a grimace.
Harry kept grinning. "Oh I'll be back, you prat.I just need to check for-" Harry paused a second, picking his words carefully as he faced the many eyes of the very large, very female crowd. "Er.I'll be outside."
As the door closed behind Harry, Draco and the male portion of his goon squad approached the table.
Ron's teeth gritted reflexively. Hermione gripped his arm tighter.
Draco pushed through the crowd on the opposite side of the table, Crabbe and Goyle bouncing people out of the way for him. His cold eyes trailed over Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, who didn't look the least bit guilty, before dropping onto Ron and Hermione.
"Well, Weasley," he smirked, "you obviously aren't paying them."
If it were actually possible, his face turned a deeper shade of red, an angry crimson. Ron tried to stand up, but couldn't quite wriggle out of Hermione's grip. Instead, his fists clenched on the tabletop.
Draco's arms crossed haughtily. "So what is it, Weasley? A potion? A spell? There certainly is no other way you'd get more attention than your good friend Potty." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind him.
"Go away, Malfoy!" spat Hermione, her free arm slamming on the table as she sprang from her seat. "No one wants you here!"
Pansy's pug nose raised into the air haughtily, a slim smile pursing her lips. "You're just jealous, Draco."
"Yeah." echoed Millicent and a good half of the other girls, standing around the table.
Draco's eyes widened, for a moment before sparks jumped into his eyes, his mask sliding back into place.
"Move." He drawled icily to Crabbe and Goyle, as he turned on his heels. "Now!"
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Outside, Harry was leaning against the stone wall, frowning. There was still no sign of Professor Lupin or Sirius. His shoe was kicking at a large pebble, which he had been unburying with the toe of his shoe.
Ginny and one of her friends came running down the street shouting, "Harry. Harry!"
Harry's eye lifted stood away from the wall walking out to meet her.
She was hunched over, quite out of breath. Breathing deeply between words she managed to ask, "Did you.hear?"
"Hear about what?" He had leaned down near to her face.
The blonde girl, who was a Hufflepuff, plopped down on the step wearily. "On the outskirts of town.one of the older witches."
"A dementor.almost got her." Ginny finished, frowning, her breath slowly coming back to her. "Lucky that Madam Pomfrey was there."
"Yeah," he murmured, closing his eyes tightly. He couldn't very well let them know about Sirius and their former professor being in town, but his mind was racing. 'What if Sirius and Professor Lupin are still out there?'
