*shuffles in* Hi! Meh friend gave me a clump of hair that belongs to a plot bunny. It is currently floating around in meh brain, trying to find this said bunny. So, I do have a vauge impression of where I want to go with this chapter, but the final "plot" still alludes me. Therefore, at some point I may have to replace this with the real thing, so don't get too attached…

Chapter 15

Back in the Day

Hermione stared at the squirming figure that was bound to the chair. His voice currently portayed that of an American teenager on a sugar high.

He tried to turn around to see where Harry and Ron had got off to. "What was all that you were talllllkkkin' bout? I didn't say ya should make a counter potion! Is dere even such a thing as…"

Hermione cut him off. "You're hiding something." She said, giving him "a look."

"Dunno what you're on." Cupid replied churlishly. "I aint hiding nothing! YA HEAR? NOTHING!!"

Hermione just smiled. "Oh yes you are."

Now it was Cupid's turn to give her "a look" "How do you know?" He asked suspiciously, suddenly with a very good Snape impression.

"Because I am Hermione, and I know these things."

"I'll just smile and nod, okay?" Grease voice.

"Fine with me…" She leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms. "But you're not going anywhere until you tell me the real reason why you do this."

The little monkey dude whimpered. "Does I hasta?" He inquired pitifully like a five year old.

Hermione held in her urge to say "Awwwwww!" And instead glared at him.

"Fine." He was once again the American buisnessman. Hermione noted that he used this voice when he felt most pressed.

"It all started back in the day…"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Note the wavey flashback lines.

We see Cupid, although a heck of a lot younger and physically fit looking and he's sitting at a table… at the great hall!?!?!

But he is at the staff table, not a student one. He eats merrily, talking with several old people that no one recognizes since they are just random and not to mention insignificant teachers at Hogwarts.

A really old dude in the middle of the table stands up and says "I think we should thank our guest Mr. Cupidarro for the wondeful lesson on potion making!"

All of the students clapped, some politely, most like crazy because, after all, it was very funny listening to this little furry guy talk.

Cupid stands up the table and bows several times.

Unbeknowngst to him, a very small young boy, prolly a first year, gets up from Gyffindor table and sneaks up to Cupid's seat. He quickly dumps something in his goblet and runs to his seat, tripping over his long auburn beard on the way back.

"So I sat down and had a drink…" Cupid sighed.

Hermione had been listening sympathetically. "So Dumbledore slipped you a love potion and… wait a minute!"

"What?"

"You're really old!"

"Indeed."

Hermione regathered her stony face. "What has that got to do with your… hobby?"

Cupid sighed. "I fell in love with a beautiful teacher and it felt so sweet and good that…"

She interrupted. "Don't tell me you wanted to "spread the love everywhere""

Cupid looked horrified. "OF COURSE NOT!" He said, gagging. "I just thought it was a really funny joke… well, it would have been if I had been behind it. I have always had this knack for making potions, so I developed my own love potion where…"

"Where you would fall in love with one certain person."

"Yeah."

Hermione thought a moment. "So… who was the person you fell in love with?"

Cupid gave her a searching look before saying in a mafia like voice, "None of your buisness!"

END OF CHAPTER… UH… FIFTEEN!!!

Oooooohhhh!!! I just had an evil evil evil plot bunny…. I don't think I'll use it though… maybe some messed up AU story or summfink… Gweee…. REEEEVVVIIIEEEEWWW! I know this wasn't really that funny but leave meh alone!