Chapter 9
PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR NOTE.
~AN~ OK, don't be alarmed about what happens in this chapter…they are teenagers, their hormones are outta whack, and some things just happen. Hr/R shippers, don't give up all hope on me, I haven't forgotten about you….I have a plan that will appease everyone. So yeah, this is going to be a weird chapter. Just stick with me, Ok? (Sorry, more Harry/Ginny coming in later chapters.)
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"Ok everyone, just finish the potion and I will come by and grade you all." Snape instructed over the loud noise of the students chattering. Hermione and Ron were working together, and Harry was off working with, just his luck, Neville Longbottom.
"Do you want me to crush the spiders?" Hermione asked Ron knowingly. He shuddered and pushed the small sack of dried spiders her way. She giggled and began pounding them into a fine powder.
"Hey Hermione…" Ron began, unsure of how to bring up the subject, "Um, look. I know I gave you that note and everything, but I don't think that was enough. I really don't know what came over me and I'm sure it's all over now." He explained.
Hermione nodded absentmindedly, and said, "Yeah sure Ron, everything is fine." She looked up from her work and smiled at him. She then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "So, uh, what kind of potion are we making anyways? I think I missed the explanation." Hermione speculated.
Ron scratched his head. "I don't know it's kinda weird. Like, almost a love potion, but not? Do you know what that is?"
Hermione's jaw dropped. "We're making a Lust Potion? But, why?" it seemed hard to believe that Snape wasn't afraid that there would be any "accidents." Although, and accident with this kind of potion would probably be something Snape would find amusing.
Ron grinned. "Lust potion, huh? Shall we give it a try?" he joked.
Hermione just rolled her eyes. "Suppose we didn't do it right, Ron. Then perhaps by morning we'd have two heads or something."
Ron shook his head. "Oh wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Hermione smiled. Just then the bell rang. Ron left the table quickly to get his bag, leaving Hermione alone with the potion.
"I wonder….." she thought. She dipped her index finger into the bubbling potion and dropped a bit on the tip of her tongue. It burned for a second, then gave her a tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach. Then she followed Ron over to her bag.
He looked up at her. She was blushing like mad, but he couldn't figure out why. "Hi Ron." She said.
He furrowed his brow. 'Uh…hi 'Mione. Coming?"
She tucked her arm in his and nodded, and began to walk out the door. "Excuse me, Miss Granger, where are you going?" Snape barked at her.
She smacked herself in the forehead. "Oh crap, my detention!" she quickly kissed Ron on the cheek, and ran back into the potion's classroom. "See you later Ron!" she called over her shoulder.
Snape and Malfoy were both staring at her from Snape's desk. "Um…hi." She said uncomfortably. This was her first detention without Ron or Harry.
Snape just shook his head. "As much as I know you two won't enjoy working together, I must insist on you doing so. The first years left my potions cabinet a mess when I sent one back to look for some supplies, and you two will spend however long it takes reorganizing it. Here is the keys, have a nice night." And with that, he handed Malfoy the key and stalked out of the room, probably going to Lunch. "And no Magic!" he called out behind him.
"Funny seeing you here, Granger." Malfoy retorted.
Hermione set her bag on the floor. "Yeah, sure. So, we better get started, this isn't exactly my idea of a fun Friday night."
Malfoy smirked. "I can make anything fun."
Hermione looked him straight in the eye. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Malfoy just shuffled his feet. "Well, you know, if you just wanna work, then you know, whatever." He walked over to the closet, and unlocked the cabinet. Various mismatched bottles, bags of dry supplies, and vials littered the shelves, and a few things fell out onto the floor.
Hermione could still feel the burning sensation in her throat; slowly making it's way down to the pit of her stomach. She tried her best to ignore and began pulling ingredients off the shelves and stacking them in piles on the hard cement floor.
Malfoy stood above her watching her. "What are you doing?" he asked her incredulously.
Hermione looked up at him with a look of disbelief. "Malfoy, I am doing just what Snape told us too. In case you already forgot, that was to rearrange the potions cabinet." She spat, like it was the easiest thing in to world.
He chuckled at her innocence. "As much as I respect Snape, he isn't very smart. He just left two young teenagers alone in a closet with just about every potion ever invented. You know what we could DO with this stuff?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "For your information, we are two young teenagers that want to have nothing to do with each other, and I am NOT stealing potions from Snape again."
He raised his eyebrows. "Again? You mean you've stolen potions from Snape before?"
Hermione blushed. "I didn't say that. You don't know what you are talking about."
Draco just laughed. "Hermione Granger, I am smarter than you think. I saw you sneak a taste of that lust potion. You probably thought you could use it to please your little boyfriend, Weasley, huh?"
She blushed like mad. "I don't know what you're talking about." She crossed her arms and turned her back to him.
"Don't you play dumb with me. But what you don't know is that the potion doesn't take effect until it reaches your stomach. Which should be any minute now. And then you fall completely, utterly, head over heels in love with the nearest male. For the time being. I guess you missed that little part of the explanation, huh?" Draco smiled evilly at the girl's back. Her shoulders heaved as his words sunk in.
She turned around abruptly and looked him right in the eye. "You- you're making that up." She prayed.
He smiled. "Nope."
She only had one thought running through her mind then. To get away from Malfoy before the potion set in. But then she saw the way the light shone across his face, and she couldn't pull herself away from his eyes. The eyes that she'd once thought to be so empty, now looked so full of hidden longings, and she stood still in her place.
Draco stared back at her intently. He wasn't really sure what to do, but then he saw it in her eyes. The misted over, dazed, longing look. It was Lust. Pure, undaunted, lust. He knew nothing but to pull her into her arms and kiss her. Simple as that.
He leaned in a tiny bit and a small gasp escaped her lips. He paused, not really sure why he was pursuing this. He hated Granger, and he hated Mudbloods. But he liked the feeling of control that he had over the girl. This was his one chance to get back at the dream team.
Draco leaned in even farther and kissed her softly on the lips, and surprisingly she gave in immediately and put her arms around his neck. He uneasily rested his own arms around her waste, holding her close but keeping his distance at the same time. She willingly deepened the kiss, and he ran his tongue over the inside of her mouth, exploring places he had never given a second thought on Granger.
Then reality sunk in and Hermione tried to resist the urge of the potion. She suddenly became very aware of the necklace hanging on her chest. It felt oddly warm in the cold, damp dungeons. She pushed Malfoy away slightly, her face resting against his cheek. It was smooth and soft. "Malfoy…" she whispered, "Get off of me."
He inwardly smirked. "And if I don't"
Hermione sighed. "Then I guess…I'll be forced to kiss you again. And you wouldn't want that, now would you?"
"Of course not." He ran his finger up her cheek. His mind was screaming at him to throw her aside, and go on with his life, but his body begged to differ. "What's going on?" he asked himself confusedly. Maybe it was just male instinct.
Hermione's insides were spinning, as the potion went into full effect, but she confused it with love. She nuzzled her face in Malfoy's shoulder, and she smiled as he began kissing the side of her face, and eased his way down to her neck. He sucked on her neck gently, and got a little rougher as she didn't pull away.
"I wonder how's she's gonna explain the hickey to Weasley tomorrow." Malfoy joked with himself, thinking these thoughts as he continued to appease Hermione.
"Malfoy…Malfoy!" Hermione cried, gasping for air. He scowled at the sound of hearing his last name, but stopped altogether when he realized she wanted something. "You know, if you wanna do this right, you gotta call me by my real name."
She frowned. "Ok, Draco, then. How long does this stuff last? Did Snape tell you that, too, before I got here?"
Malfoy thought for a moment. He didn't know whether or not he should tell her. "Well, Granger, you see…."
"Hey, what happened to the first name basis?" she interjected.
He grinned. "Ok, Hermione, I'll just tell you straight out. This is going to be the hardest week of your life."
Hermione's eye's widened. "A WEEK?"
Draco nodded. "Geez, don't look so forlorn. Do you think I want you hanging off of me for a week either? This isn't going to be a picnic for either if us."
Hermione dropped to the floor. Draco felt compelled to follow her down. He rested her head on his shoulder. "What about Ron?"
Draco shook his head. "Oh now this IS a problem. Poor little Weasley."
Hermione gave him a disapproving look. "Be nice."
He frowned inwardly. "I'm sorry."
She looked him straight in the eye. "Really?"
Draco nodded. "Well, yeah. If we've got to be in love for a week because you just HAD to try the lust potion, then I guess I gotta play along too."
Hermione put her head in her hands. "How do I get myself into these messes?"
~AN~ sorry to leave you hanging like that, but it's late and I'm tired. Don't worry, Hr/R is still a possibility…and I know Draco was really OOC, but whatever. Work with me here. I'll try to update soon. Reviews would be nice. {^.^}
~Tina
PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR NOTE.
~AN~ OK, don't be alarmed about what happens in this chapter…they are teenagers, their hormones are outta whack, and some things just happen. Hr/R shippers, don't give up all hope on me, I haven't forgotten about you….I have a plan that will appease everyone. So yeah, this is going to be a weird chapter. Just stick with me, Ok? (Sorry, more Harry/Ginny coming in later chapters.)
~*~
"Ok everyone, just finish the potion and I will come by and grade you all." Snape instructed over the loud noise of the students chattering. Hermione and Ron were working together, and Harry was off working with, just his luck, Neville Longbottom.
"Do you want me to crush the spiders?" Hermione asked Ron knowingly. He shuddered and pushed the small sack of dried spiders her way. She giggled and began pounding them into a fine powder.
"Hey Hermione…" Ron began, unsure of how to bring up the subject, "Um, look. I know I gave you that note and everything, but I don't think that was enough. I really don't know what came over me and I'm sure it's all over now." He explained.
Hermione nodded absentmindedly, and said, "Yeah sure Ron, everything is fine." She looked up from her work and smiled at him. She then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "So, uh, what kind of potion are we making anyways? I think I missed the explanation." Hermione speculated.
Ron scratched his head. "I don't know it's kinda weird. Like, almost a love potion, but not? Do you know what that is?"
Hermione's jaw dropped. "We're making a Lust Potion? But, why?" it seemed hard to believe that Snape wasn't afraid that there would be any "accidents." Although, and accident with this kind of potion would probably be something Snape would find amusing.
Ron grinned. "Lust potion, huh? Shall we give it a try?" he joked.
Hermione just rolled her eyes. "Suppose we didn't do it right, Ron. Then perhaps by morning we'd have two heads or something."
Ron shook his head. "Oh wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Hermione smiled. Just then the bell rang. Ron left the table quickly to get his bag, leaving Hermione alone with the potion.
"I wonder….." she thought. She dipped her index finger into the bubbling potion and dropped a bit on the tip of her tongue. It burned for a second, then gave her a tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach. Then she followed Ron over to her bag.
He looked up at her. She was blushing like mad, but he couldn't figure out why. "Hi Ron." She said.
He furrowed his brow. 'Uh…hi 'Mione. Coming?"
She tucked her arm in his and nodded, and began to walk out the door. "Excuse me, Miss Granger, where are you going?" Snape barked at her.
She smacked herself in the forehead. "Oh crap, my detention!" she quickly kissed Ron on the cheek, and ran back into the potion's classroom. "See you later Ron!" she called over her shoulder.
Snape and Malfoy were both staring at her from Snape's desk. "Um…hi." She said uncomfortably. This was her first detention without Ron or Harry.
Snape just shook his head. "As much as I know you two won't enjoy working together, I must insist on you doing so. The first years left my potions cabinet a mess when I sent one back to look for some supplies, and you two will spend however long it takes reorganizing it. Here is the keys, have a nice night." And with that, he handed Malfoy the key and stalked out of the room, probably going to Lunch. "And no Magic!" he called out behind him.
"Funny seeing you here, Granger." Malfoy retorted.
Hermione set her bag on the floor. "Yeah, sure. So, we better get started, this isn't exactly my idea of a fun Friday night."
Malfoy smirked. "I can make anything fun."
Hermione looked him straight in the eye. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Malfoy just shuffled his feet. "Well, you know, if you just wanna work, then you know, whatever." He walked over to the closet, and unlocked the cabinet. Various mismatched bottles, bags of dry supplies, and vials littered the shelves, and a few things fell out onto the floor.
Hermione could still feel the burning sensation in her throat; slowly making it's way down to the pit of her stomach. She tried her best to ignore and began pulling ingredients off the shelves and stacking them in piles on the hard cement floor.
Malfoy stood above her watching her. "What are you doing?" he asked her incredulously.
Hermione looked up at him with a look of disbelief. "Malfoy, I am doing just what Snape told us too. In case you already forgot, that was to rearrange the potions cabinet." She spat, like it was the easiest thing in to world.
He chuckled at her innocence. "As much as I respect Snape, he isn't very smart. He just left two young teenagers alone in a closet with just about every potion ever invented. You know what we could DO with this stuff?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "For your information, we are two young teenagers that want to have nothing to do with each other, and I am NOT stealing potions from Snape again."
He raised his eyebrows. "Again? You mean you've stolen potions from Snape before?"
Hermione blushed. "I didn't say that. You don't know what you are talking about."
Draco just laughed. "Hermione Granger, I am smarter than you think. I saw you sneak a taste of that lust potion. You probably thought you could use it to please your little boyfriend, Weasley, huh?"
She blushed like mad. "I don't know what you're talking about." She crossed her arms and turned her back to him.
"Don't you play dumb with me. But what you don't know is that the potion doesn't take effect until it reaches your stomach. Which should be any minute now. And then you fall completely, utterly, head over heels in love with the nearest male. For the time being. I guess you missed that little part of the explanation, huh?" Draco smiled evilly at the girl's back. Her shoulders heaved as his words sunk in.
She turned around abruptly and looked him right in the eye. "You- you're making that up." She prayed.
He smiled. "Nope."
She only had one thought running through her mind then. To get away from Malfoy before the potion set in. But then she saw the way the light shone across his face, and she couldn't pull herself away from his eyes. The eyes that she'd once thought to be so empty, now looked so full of hidden longings, and she stood still in her place.
Draco stared back at her intently. He wasn't really sure what to do, but then he saw it in her eyes. The misted over, dazed, longing look. It was Lust. Pure, undaunted, lust. He knew nothing but to pull her into her arms and kiss her. Simple as that.
He leaned in a tiny bit and a small gasp escaped her lips. He paused, not really sure why he was pursuing this. He hated Granger, and he hated Mudbloods. But he liked the feeling of control that he had over the girl. This was his one chance to get back at the dream team.
Draco leaned in even farther and kissed her softly on the lips, and surprisingly she gave in immediately and put her arms around his neck. He uneasily rested his own arms around her waste, holding her close but keeping his distance at the same time. She willingly deepened the kiss, and he ran his tongue over the inside of her mouth, exploring places he had never given a second thought on Granger.
Then reality sunk in and Hermione tried to resist the urge of the potion. She suddenly became very aware of the necklace hanging on her chest. It felt oddly warm in the cold, damp dungeons. She pushed Malfoy away slightly, her face resting against his cheek. It was smooth and soft. "Malfoy…" she whispered, "Get off of me."
He inwardly smirked. "And if I don't"
Hermione sighed. "Then I guess…I'll be forced to kiss you again. And you wouldn't want that, now would you?"
"Of course not." He ran his finger up her cheek. His mind was screaming at him to throw her aside, and go on with his life, but his body begged to differ. "What's going on?" he asked himself confusedly. Maybe it was just male instinct.
Hermione's insides were spinning, as the potion went into full effect, but she confused it with love. She nuzzled her face in Malfoy's shoulder, and she smiled as he began kissing the side of her face, and eased his way down to her neck. He sucked on her neck gently, and got a little rougher as she didn't pull away.
"I wonder how's she's gonna explain the hickey to Weasley tomorrow." Malfoy joked with himself, thinking these thoughts as he continued to appease Hermione.
"Malfoy…Malfoy!" Hermione cried, gasping for air. He scowled at the sound of hearing his last name, but stopped altogether when he realized she wanted something. "You know, if you wanna do this right, you gotta call me by my real name."
She frowned. "Ok, Draco, then. How long does this stuff last? Did Snape tell you that, too, before I got here?"
Malfoy thought for a moment. He didn't know whether or not he should tell her. "Well, Granger, you see…."
"Hey, what happened to the first name basis?" she interjected.
He grinned. "Ok, Hermione, I'll just tell you straight out. This is going to be the hardest week of your life."
Hermione's eye's widened. "A WEEK?"
Draco nodded. "Geez, don't look so forlorn. Do you think I want you hanging off of me for a week either? This isn't going to be a picnic for either if us."
Hermione dropped to the floor. Draco felt compelled to follow her down. He rested her head on his shoulder. "What about Ron?"
Draco shook his head. "Oh now this IS a problem. Poor little Weasley."
Hermione gave him a disapproving look. "Be nice."
He frowned inwardly. "I'm sorry."
She looked him straight in the eye. "Really?"
Draco nodded. "Well, yeah. If we've got to be in love for a week because you just HAD to try the lust potion, then I guess I gotta play along too."
Hermione put her head in her hands. "How do I get myself into these messes?"
~AN~ sorry to leave you hanging like that, but it's late and I'm tired. Don't worry, Hr/R is still a possibility…and I know Draco was really OOC, but whatever. Work with me here. I'll try to update soon. Reviews would be nice. {^.^}
~Tina