Title: Concerning Hermione
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: Prisoner of Azkaban
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! ^_^; I write and post faster if I get lots of nice reviews *hint*!
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The next morning, Hermione was up early. She stretched and reread the book on art and symbolism that she borrowed from the library two days before. "The dragon, when used in art....," she muttered, "...often symbolise the masked desire for change, often change that once done cannot be undone. The following is a study of different colours and breeds dragons have been known to be in in works of art and what they are presumed to mean." Under this, there was a complicated chart. "Oh my," said Hermione. "So many...I'll need that picture....now, where did I put it?" She sifted through her pile of stuff from the library, having no luck. "Where on earth did I put it? I didn't drop it, did I...?" Hermione wondered. She closed her eyes and reflected back to the library.
After a moment, Hermione decided that she must have dropped it somewhere and so she had to go find it. The magical clock on the wall showed five- thirty in the morning. *Too early for breakfast, but when does the library open, I wonder?* she thought. Getting dressed quickly and picking up her book, Hermione set out for the library, keeping her eyes open for the drawing.
***
The bushy haired Gryffindor was not the only one up early. Down in the Slytherin dungeons, Draco Malfoy was also awake. Propping his head up on his elbow, he retrieved the sketch parchment he had gotten at the library. It was the very one that Hermione was currently looking for. It depicted a (COLOUR) dragon crouching, with a single rose petal in its mouth. The dragon wasn't eating the rose petal; that wouldn't have fit in. It was merely holding it in its mouth and looking at Draco as if challenging him to say anything about the petal.
Draco smiled at the drawing. It reminded him a bit of him, yet so very much of the artist. It was impossible to seperate what reminded Draco of himself and what reminded him of Harry.
***
Hermione reached the library door and yanked on the handle. It was locked. Hermione sighed and banged her head on the door frustratedly.
"I would ask you to not damage my doors, Miss Granger," a voice said from behind her. Hermione jumped and spun around. There stood Madam Pince, the librarian, keys in hand, looking severely at her.
"I'm sorry, Madam Pince. Do you think I could please go into the library for a moment? I think I left something in there the other day," Hermione said.
"Students are not permitted into the library until after breakfast," replied Madam Pince, peering severly at Hermione. Hermione in turn gave Madam Pince a pleading look and the older woman sighed. "Very well, but be quick about it, then get to breakfast where you belong," she said, unlocking the door. Hermione sped through the doors to her table, looking for the picture while she did so. It was nowhere to be seen.
*Now what?* she wondered, sitting in a chair and banging her head on the table.
"Miss Granger. I would ask you to not damage my table either, and I suggest you stop banging your head anywhere, for then you shall damage your head." The voice came floating through the stacks, though the librarian was nowhere to be seen. Hermione sighed resignedly and got up, grabbing her book and leaving the library.
*I'm officially confused now,* she thought, wandering the halls aimlessly. *Somebody picked it up, I guess. Harry will kill me if some random person comes about a picture of his because I lost it. Even worse,* Hermione thought, remembering, *what if Malfoy picked it up? Harry would really kill me then.*
During Ancient Runes, the class was milling around, talking, since Professor Vector was sick. Hermione chewed a fingernail worriedly while stewing over the meaning of dragons. Absentmindedly, she let her eyes wander around the classroom, not really taking in what she was seeing, for she was too absorbed in dragons. She was trying to see the dragon in her memory, when all of a sudden, she realised she was looking at a Dragon.
Draco Malfoy was sitting across the room, seemingly studying a sheet of parchment. *Of course,* realised Hermione. *Dragons....that's it.....but does Harry know?*
***
Later, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for lunch, they were just in time to witness a small horde of blue fairies placing roses on everyone's plates. The three Gryffindors sat down, setting the roses aside. Over the next few minutes, the rest of the school came in, sitting down and looking at their roses. After a while, Professor Dumbledore nodded to Trelawney, and the said Divination teacher stood up.
"Now," said Trelawney. "After you eat your lunch, here is what you must do. Fourth years and above, you will be taken to Hogsmeade, so as not to confuse your roses with the presence of too many people. Then, you will take your roses up in your hands and start pulling the petals off, one by one. You will start to walk, as that is a part of the spell. Do not try to change your direction or steer to anyone else you may wish to go towards. While you pull off the petals, you are to recite 'he loves me, he loves me not,' or 'she loves me, she loves me not.' If you end with a 'he/she loves me not' as you approach someone, your rose was unsuccessful or your soul mate is not at Hogwarts. Most likely, it will be the former. Enjoy your Valentine's Day!"
Harry and Hermione stared at each other, then burst out laughing. Ron stared at them.
"What was so funny? I found it highly stupid, not funny!"
"It's...hahaha....that thing she told us to say (hehe) is a Muggle child's game...hahaha....Muggle children pull petals off of daisies saying that...oh, hahahaha..." Anything else Hermione would have said was cut off as she continued giggling. Ron was still staring at them both.
"Err....right, okay....if you say so," he said, looking as though they had both gone crazy. "I still say it's utterly stupid."
***
-Twenty minutes later, in Hogsmeade-
"...and I *still* say this is stupid. Say, Harry, whaddya say about giving our roses to some girl, then going off to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? Maybe Fred and George will have something for us," Ron suggested hopefully.
"Ron! You and Harry are getting *graded* on this! You can't just blow it off!" Hermione scolded. "Besides, if I'M doing it, then you have to, too. I'm not doing this alone!"
Ron sighed as though it were causing him great pain to do so. "Fine," he said. "Let's go."
The three started off into the crowd, mumbling the phrase under their breath. Eventually, though, Harry's feet started to wander away from Ron's and Hermione's.
"Guess we're not staying together, huh?" he called back to them.
Ron and Hermione's roses seemed to be going in fairly similar directions, so the two talked while they walked. Each wondered out loud who their soul mate was, and each refused to tell who they thought it might be. They walked for almost an hour, until finally Ron's rose began to veer off to the left. Hermione waved goodbye as her own steps began moving right, out of town.
*How stupid,* thought Ron. *I'm cold. I'm hungry. I want something to eat. I could be back at Hogwarts right now, playing chess with Harry. Or getting some food from the kitchens. Yeah. Chocolate eclairs....or what about a warm cup of tea or something? That would sure be nice. Wonder if my soul mate's in the Three Broomsticks? Then I could grab a Butterbeer or something.* For a moment, Ron thought his rose was indeed taking him to the said shop, as he seemed to be walking straight for it. However, at the last second, the rose suddenly jerked to the left, almost sending him colliding into a garbage pail.
On the opposite side of town, Hermione's rose seemed to be leading her in a similar manner. First, it seemed like she was headed to the old cave Harry's godfather Sirius had stayed in for a while. Then, the rose turned her around and headed her off back towards town.
Ron straightened his robes and continued after his rose. It was beginning to seem pointless. *No, wait,* realised Ron. *It was pointless to begin - * His thought was cut off as he slammed violently into someone, sending both of them sprawling.
"I'm sorry," Ron said automatically, standing up and brushing himself off. He offered his hand to the other person, who took it and stood up. It was then that he noticed who the other person was.
Standing not two feet away from him, covered in dust from the road and holding a now-petalless rose, was Hermione Granger.
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TBC
Summary: Professor Trelawney is in charge of Valentine's Day this year. What happens when she bewitches roses to lead you to your soul mate? (Slash)
Genre(s): Fluff, Slash, Romance
Books Referenced: Prisoner of Azkaban
Warning(s): Contains slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *points to JKR* Hers.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! ^_^; I write and post faster if I get lots of nice reviews *hint*!
~*~
The next morning, Hermione was up early. She stretched and reread the book on art and symbolism that she borrowed from the library two days before. "The dragon, when used in art....," she muttered, "...often symbolise the masked desire for change, often change that once done cannot be undone. The following is a study of different colours and breeds dragons have been known to be in in works of art and what they are presumed to mean." Under this, there was a complicated chart. "Oh my," said Hermione. "So many...I'll need that picture....now, where did I put it?" She sifted through her pile of stuff from the library, having no luck. "Where on earth did I put it? I didn't drop it, did I...?" Hermione wondered. She closed her eyes and reflected back to the library.
After a moment, Hermione decided that she must have dropped it somewhere and so she had to go find it. The magical clock on the wall showed five- thirty in the morning. *Too early for breakfast, but when does the library open, I wonder?* she thought. Getting dressed quickly and picking up her book, Hermione set out for the library, keeping her eyes open for the drawing.
***
The bushy haired Gryffindor was not the only one up early. Down in the Slytherin dungeons, Draco Malfoy was also awake. Propping his head up on his elbow, he retrieved the sketch parchment he had gotten at the library. It was the very one that Hermione was currently looking for. It depicted a (COLOUR) dragon crouching, with a single rose petal in its mouth. The dragon wasn't eating the rose petal; that wouldn't have fit in. It was merely holding it in its mouth and looking at Draco as if challenging him to say anything about the petal.
Draco smiled at the drawing. It reminded him a bit of him, yet so very much of the artist. It was impossible to seperate what reminded Draco of himself and what reminded him of Harry.
***
Hermione reached the library door and yanked on the handle. It was locked. Hermione sighed and banged her head on the door frustratedly.
"I would ask you to not damage my doors, Miss Granger," a voice said from behind her. Hermione jumped and spun around. There stood Madam Pince, the librarian, keys in hand, looking severely at her.
"I'm sorry, Madam Pince. Do you think I could please go into the library for a moment? I think I left something in there the other day," Hermione said.
"Students are not permitted into the library until after breakfast," replied Madam Pince, peering severly at Hermione. Hermione in turn gave Madam Pince a pleading look and the older woman sighed. "Very well, but be quick about it, then get to breakfast where you belong," she said, unlocking the door. Hermione sped through the doors to her table, looking for the picture while she did so. It was nowhere to be seen.
*Now what?* she wondered, sitting in a chair and banging her head on the table.
"Miss Granger. I would ask you to not damage my table either, and I suggest you stop banging your head anywhere, for then you shall damage your head." The voice came floating through the stacks, though the librarian was nowhere to be seen. Hermione sighed resignedly and got up, grabbing her book and leaving the library.
*I'm officially confused now,* she thought, wandering the halls aimlessly. *Somebody picked it up, I guess. Harry will kill me if some random person comes about a picture of his because I lost it. Even worse,* Hermione thought, remembering, *what if Malfoy picked it up? Harry would really kill me then.*
During Ancient Runes, the class was milling around, talking, since Professor Vector was sick. Hermione chewed a fingernail worriedly while stewing over the meaning of dragons. Absentmindedly, she let her eyes wander around the classroom, not really taking in what she was seeing, for she was too absorbed in dragons. She was trying to see the dragon in her memory, when all of a sudden, she realised she was looking at a Dragon.
Draco Malfoy was sitting across the room, seemingly studying a sheet of parchment. *Of course,* realised Hermione. *Dragons....that's it.....but does Harry know?*
***
Later, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for lunch, they were just in time to witness a small horde of blue fairies placing roses on everyone's plates. The three Gryffindors sat down, setting the roses aside. Over the next few minutes, the rest of the school came in, sitting down and looking at their roses. After a while, Professor Dumbledore nodded to Trelawney, and the said Divination teacher stood up.
"Now," said Trelawney. "After you eat your lunch, here is what you must do. Fourth years and above, you will be taken to Hogsmeade, so as not to confuse your roses with the presence of too many people. Then, you will take your roses up in your hands and start pulling the petals off, one by one. You will start to walk, as that is a part of the spell. Do not try to change your direction or steer to anyone else you may wish to go towards. While you pull off the petals, you are to recite 'he loves me, he loves me not,' or 'she loves me, she loves me not.' If you end with a 'he/she loves me not' as you approach someone, your rose was unsuccessful or your soul mate is not at Hogwarts. Most likely, it will be the former. Enjoy your Valentine's Day!"
Harry and Hermione stared at each other, then burst out laughing. Ron stared at them.
"What was so funny? I found it highly stupid, not funny!"
"It's...hahaha....that thing she told us to say (hehe) is a Muggle child's game...hahaha....Muggle children pull petals off of daisies saying that...oh, hahahaha..." Anything else Hermione would have said was cut off as she continued giggling. Ron was still staring at them both.
"Err....right, okay....if you say so," he said, looking as though they had both gone crazy. "I still say it's utterly stupid."
***
-Twenty minutes later, in Hogsmeade-
"...and I *still* say this is stupid. Say, Harry, whaddya say about giving our roses to some girl, then going off to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? Maybe Fred and George will have something for us," Ron suggested hopefully.
"Ron! You and Harry are getting *graded* on this! You can't just blow it off!" Hermione scolded. "Besides, if I'M doing it, then you have to, too. I'm not doing this alone!"
Ron sighed as though it were causing him great pain to do so. "Fine," he said. "Let's go."
The three started off into the crowd, mumbling the phrase under their breath. Eventually, though, Harry's feet started to wander away from Ron's and Hermione's.
"Guess we're not staying together, huh?" he called back to them.
Ron and Hermione's roses seemed to be going in fairly similar directions, so the two talked while they walked. Each wondered out loud who their soul mate was, and each refused to tell who they thought it might be. They walked for almost an hour, until finally Ron's rose began to veer off to the left. Hermione waved goodbye as her own steps began moving right, out of town.
*How stupid,* thought Ron. *I'm cold. I'm hungry. I want something to eat. I could be back at Hogwarts right now, playing chess with Harry. Or getting some food from the kitchens. Yeah. Chocolate eclairs....or what about a warm cup of tea or something? That would sure be nice. Wonder if my soul mate's in the Three Broomsticks? Then I could grab a Butterbeer or something.* For a moment, Ron thought his rose was indeed taking him to the said shop, as he seemed to be walking straight for it. However, at the last second, the rose suddenly jerked to the left, almost sending him colliding into a garbage pail.
On the opposite side of town, Hermione's rose seemed to be leading her in a similar manner. First, it seemed like she was headed to the old cave Harry's godfather Sirius had stayed in for a while. Then, the rose turned her around and headed her off back towards town.
Ron straightened his robes and continued after his rose. It was beginning to seem pointless. *No, wait,* realised Ron. *It was pointless to begin - * His thought was cut off as he slammed violently into someone, sending both of them sprawling.
"I'm sorry," Ron said automatically, standing up and brushing himself off. He offered his hand to the other person, who took it and stood up. It was then that he noticed who the other person was.
Standing not two feet away from him, covered in dust from the road and holding a now-petalless rose, was Hermione Granger.
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TBC
