AN: I have an idea for a weird story, but it'll have to wait. In fact, I
have two ideas. I am still sick. Blahddy blahddy blah. Please read. I'll
probably not post for a while so, just keep waiting. Busy week. Exam on
Saturday. ::shudders at the absurdity of having an exam on a Saturday at
the butt crack of dawn::
Disclaimer: Does these characters look like my little creations? NO. There. I have expertly answered all the big law peoples' questions. Besides, I can't even buy a laptop, why would I have the money to own these.things of the Lord, Joanne K. Rowling??
Chapter 7: The Interpsycho Potion
Draco Malfoy sat up in his green and black canopy bed. He yawned and then smirked at his realization at what day it was. October twenty-third already. The month went by so quickly, what with all the work and snogging and school and work and snogging, and did he mention snogging? He was, after all, the hottest hottie in Hogwarts. He had everything a girl could want. He was IT. Gothic. Hot. Dark. Evil. Death Eater-like. Hot. Muscular. Cute. Bad to the bone. And, did I forget hot???
He opened the flimsy curtains that draped his bed in darkness. It was exactly 6:05 A.M. Just enough time to get ready for school and open all the gifts.
Gifts. Usually he'd get three from his mom, signing it: 'Love, Mummykins', 'Best Wishes, Father', and 'From, your relatives'. It was nice to know his mum would rush to get gifts, but really! Forging signatures?!
He looked at his trunk, expecting a small pile wrapped in brown paper. Instead he found a large pile with different coloured parcels. "What the.." He trailed off, hopping out of bed.
He opened a big orange covered gift. He opened the note, "**Dearest Draco Malfoy, Happy birthday. Best wishes. H.T.**"
Instead of opening the gift, he took every gift's note. It appeared that there were a lot of anonymous senders. Maybe some girls had taken a liking to him, and they were not so superficial to forget his birthday. Hmm.
Now he opened the presents. In all, he got: a picture of the blue sky with clouds; A cologne that smelt like chocolate and cinnamon (AN: Mmm mmm good! I want my guy to smell like that!); A gold band with two green emeralds that fit perfectly; A wizard recorder that records thoughts said aloud (not a pensieve, just a recorder you speak into); three hand carved figurines that depicted a dragon, a snake, and a.unicorn with Pegasus wings(??); a painting of a waterfall with mirror pieces for water and broken glass pieces for the sky; and a dragon hide sickle bag from his "father" and a large sac of sickles from his "relatives". From his mother: A note saying his sweets would arrive at breakfast with the owls.
He ran to the Prefects bathroom and took a shower in the stalls, using his favorite vanilla waters, and he ran to the Great Hall wearing his gold band and the new cologne. Pansy glared at him as he took his seat four seats away from her. (Since his profuse refusals to her not so subtle prostitution, she had taken to hating him.)
"Hey, everyone! Guess what day it is?" Draco said like a three year old.
The Slytherin table stared after him. "My birthday. Not that you nitwits would give a damn about it!" He snuffed as the table quickly looked at their food.
The owls came in and he found his sweets in great abundance. He had a sugar high breakfast and then left to his favorite class, Potions.
He came in just as Professor Snape entered from his attached office. Draco stared at the teacher dumbfounded at Snape being forty-two seconds early.
"Is there a problem Mister Malfoy?" Snape asked the birthday boy sweetly.
"No, sir, I'll be taking my seat now." Draco moved pass the rows of students, he went just to the back row, sweeping past the Golden Trio in a flurry. He sat there and waited for the good day to begin.
"Today we will be brewing the Interpyscho Potion today. It allows the drinker to.well, let me just wait before I tell you." Snape continued to write the ingredients and the instructions on the board.
!!!!Hermione's POV This morning!!!!
Hermione woke up to find herself grinning stupidly. As she took out her new make-up kit, she decided on something new. "Hmm." Hermione typed in the words 'Evil's Girlfriend'. She had no idea what inspired her to type that code in, or what inside her made her feel intrigued and giddy.
Instantly her little box filled with various things. Her hand went down and picked up the dark black eye shadow. She did her eyes in a heavy complete circle, (Like Christina Aguilera), and went to get her lip gloss. She looked at the selection. Sooo many colors had sprung out.
She placed her hands in and took out a tube of lip stick. She paused for a moment and thought. *What to do. what to do.* She finally decided to put it on. It was a deep red, almost maroon colour. She inspected her work. "Not to bad, Granger," She told herself in a vain and unsophisticated way.
She ran to the wardrobe and took out her uniform and robes. She ran into Lavender's secret book stash and took out a book called: Simple Spells for Simply Dazzling Results. After getting on her clothing, she took the book onto her bed. She closed the curtains and went directly to page 104.
(You could probably tell she had planned ahead for times like this.)
The page said:
For Sleek, shining hair that doesn't frizz under any weather try this spell! It is so easy, even little babies could do it!
(Illustration of a too skinny girl with too perfect blond hair)
Just point at hair and whisper softly, "Sleeshine Hazio."
For extra help add the word "De-Frizz" in between the words!!
Hermione pointed her wand to her screwy head of hair and whispered, "Slee- shine De-Frizz Hah-zee-oh."
Her hair went to a manageable straight mass. She sighed and put it into a pony tail. It looked really good, it was pin straight and made her look younger and happier. Not to mention evil. She sprayed her new perfume on and left to the halls for breakfast.
As Hermione entered the Great Hall, she looked for Harry and Ron to find them not noticing her.
She took a seat across from Harry, "Hey. How's everything. Don't tell me you forgot to finish Herbology homework again!"
Ron simply stared. Harry sputtered, "W-w-w-w-w-wow."
"Oh, c'mon, a lot of clumpy make-up doesn't make me better looking!!" She blushed and then got angry. "You two are so shallow!!!!"
She ate her breakfast in silence and ran into Potions early, for once. Draco came in right as Snape walked in. As he brushed past Hermione and her friends with a scowl on his face. The air stirred and she could smell a scent.
*Chocolate and cinnamon? Yum-yum! NO!!! Alert! Alert! Draco Malfoy!!! Evil. Boy. Evil boy.friend?? NO!!!!!!!!!!!* She took this time to slap herself, literally. Harry and Ron exchanged crazed glances and looked back at Hermione. It was only ONE slap. Goodness, did they have to make a deal out of it?
"A little prep for the.erm.for the test I have to take tomorrow." *Did that make sense?* she asked herself.
"Partners: Harry Potter..and Pansy Parkinson. Ronald Weasley with. Gregory Goyle. Lavender Brown and Vincet Crabbe. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Parvati..." He continued to list off mean pairings that would end up with a duffing up or an "accidental" spilling of a lethal potion. What cruel and unusual punishment. (AN: Can be referred to as what my English teacher does, fifty problems in 1 night, "Luv ya too.")
Hermione stood and began to walk one row back.
@*@*@*@*Normal POV*@*@*@*@
She walked past him and caused a slight breeze. $Mmmm, my grandma's garden in the early spring$ Draco thought as he smelt the comforting smell.
"Hey, let's hurry up, maybe we can leave early." Hermione stated. That was when Draco noticed it. She was.dark looking.
He shivered. "Why do you look so.evil?"
"None of your business." She retorted and began to brew with a base liquid of snake blood and shrivelfigs' juice. "Besides, how I appear is up to me. It is an expression of my inner self, got it?"
She glared at him. "Yes ma'am!" He did a little army salute.
She giggled and playfully punched him. "Hey, I'm not like a sergeant, am I?"
"Yes, Colonel Stick Up The Arse!" Draco tried to sneer. It came out as a half-hearted failure, grinning and surrendering to cutting up poison oak rose-root. He muttered incoherently and shook hid head whilst smiling.
He was about to put the ground root into the potion, when Hermione stopped him. "I don't think so, cadet!"
"What?" Draco scowled hiding a creeping grin.
"What!!? Is this what you call 'ground to a fine puree', Cadet Malfoy?" Hermione mocked. She dumped them in for him and then ordered, "Drop and give me ten!"
"Ten what?" Draco played stupid.
"Get down there!!" Hermione giggled. She finally put her pointy boot on his back to make sure he did the push ups properly.
"That's more like it, Bicep Man." Hermione said as she pointed to his muscles.
He chuckled and spat back, "Oh, please! Look whose talking, Super Leg Woman!! Your boots injured my delicate and sensitive back!!!"
Hermione giggled along with Draco and tried to make a witty come back, finally giving up and going back to chopping her pixie spider legs.
Little did she know, Ron and Harry were simply staring at her antics, they seemed to come naturally.
When they had finished teasing each other along with the potion they raised their hands.
"Good work, Draco. Take two cups, the potion should last about a week. Write a report on what it does. Oh, and, happy birthday, Draco." Snape said.
"Thanks. Oh, and professor, what exactly does the Interpsycho Potion do?" Draco inquired.
"That is for you two to find out and write about. Take this and stare at each other for ten counts. Good-bye." Snape spun around to criticize Neville and Blaise.
"Down the hatchet." Hermione said, giving Draco a poured out ration.
"What hatchet?" Draco said and they laughed. Gulping it down, they stared at each other. "One, two..ten."
"Good. It says here it'll take two hours to react. Just in time for dinner. Bye, Draco." Hermione got up, not noticing her choice for names.
"Bye, Hermione." Draco picked up his bag as they headed out for an early lunch.
~`~`~`~`Dinner Time~`~`~`~`~
Hermione finished Charms class with a smile plastered across her face. It was dinner time, the hour that she'd feel or see the results of the Interpyscho Potion. As she made her way down the halls, her mind kept going back to how cute Draco looked today. Suddenly, she noticed she wasn't as repulsed by the thought as she should be. She shook her head silently, and told herself to keep this realization in her head.
The Great Hall was packed and she immediately was met by Harry and Ron. She took a seat across from Ron and to the right of Harry. "Hey, Guys."
"Hi, 'Mione." Harry said while piling his plate with a meaty pudding.
"Hi." Ron said quickly. He took out a book and placed it on the table. "Could you help me work this out? I just don't get how sidereal time works. I thought all Astronomy was...was stars."
"Sure, Ron." Hermione stood half-way up and leant over the table to look at the book. "Oh, OK. Well, there are two times, sidereal is one of them..."
As soon as she began telling him about the information, she noticed how she was bending over and where exactly Ron was looking. *Ugh. Ron is looking down my shirt. What a great day to go for the evil thing and wear a zebra striped bra. It could be worse, I could be plain bra less. Hehe. Imagine Ron's face when he sees... wow. My mind is thinking a little on the bad side today. Better fix this situation.*
"OK, and you have to fix the dials on the telescope, or wait should you fix the angle of my shirt for a better view of my bra or should you refocus your eyes, Ron?"
"Huh?" Ron snapped out of his oggling reverie.
"You heard me, perv.!!" She sat down and crossed her arms, glaring. Ron was a blazing inferno as he muttered some bogus reply.
"Whatever." She huffed and continued to pile another piece of chicken on to her plate.
~*~*~*~*~Draco's POV~*~*~*~*~
Draco left Herbology and entered the Great Hall smiling. It was his birthday, after all.
"Hey, there, Birthday Boy." Blaise joked.
"Hi." Draco coolly replied and continued to walk down the table to find his cronies. "Yo."
"Hi-lo Draco. We gonna getted Harry soon. Bin tinking up a pan, whoops, meant plan." Gregory Goyle greeted his idle.
"Yep." Draco was overcome by a clicking in his head, suddenly a noise started talking.
The voice became clear: female...young...Hermione. Draco remembered potions. Inter- meant something inside, psycho- meant head. Inside head voices. Draco smiled and tuned into an episode of "Hermione Life: Soap Opera Special".
He heard it, "Ugh. Ron is looking down my shirt. What a great day to go for the evil thing and wear a zebra striped bra. It could be worse, I could be plain bra less. Hehe. Imagine Ron's face when he sees... wow. My mind is thinking a little on the bad side today. Better fix this situation.."
He smirked, $Zebra, huh?$
Hermione looked across the room, realizing what the potion was doing. It was connecting her and Draco telepathically.
*Shut the hell up, you perv!*
$I don't mind...but my mind just doesn't understand how to stop functioning. Sooo, what color are your panties?$
*Oh, forget it! I can't believe you! So pathetic.*
$If you don't tell me this way, I can just read your memories. And that way, I could get a visual and everything.$
*OMIGOD!!* Hermione was brilliant red now, he could see her seeing herself in nuddy pants!!! *NOOO!!! I'll tell you.*
$Too late. Nice choice. Was it a thong or a string bikini style?$ Draco was just playing, he'd only read a memory saying she was wearing black underwear.
*Ugh. It was string style, OK? I think I'm gonna hate having you in my head.* Hermione was staring laser rays into her chicken.
$Hmm... I think I'll just dip into your memories of today......A HA!!!!! And I quote, "Draco looked absolutely hot today. He is a major babe. He smells like chocolate and cinnamon. Yummy. I could just eat him up." Hahahahahaha!! See, you wanna make mini Dracos with me!!!$ Draco smirked at his peas.
*WHAT!! Don't read my mind...I'll just......HERE WE GO!! And I take this directly, "Hermione is a hot piece of arse. She is evil looking and, to be honest, that turns me on. She smells like my Gramma's English garden. I like that. Snuggling with her would be perfect, comforts of home all there." See!! .....oh, that was so sweet! Are you by any chance born in the year of the Chinese snake?* Hermione blushed at how romantic his thoughts were. It made her wanna jump on him and hug him to death.
$Yeah, so?$ Draco was getting light pink, those were personal thoughts. He missed his Gramma dearly.
*Just because. Snakes are romantic and charming...oh!! That was so sweet!! I wanna snuggle you to death!!!....Did I just think that out loud???*
$Yes, my dear. Yes, ya did. Wanna snuggle me to death!! HA!! Like that'd ever happen. Mudblood.$
*Don't you think that. I am an equal one of your peers.* Hermione glumly ate a piece of carrot.
$Oh, did you hurt her feelings, Draco? God you're a screw up, you know perfectly well you're going soft on her. You want to snuggle her until the end of time, Draco...Wait? Hermione?? Did you hear that?$
She broke into a smile. *Awww! You want ta snuggle??*
$Great. Well, I gotta eat. Bye.$
*You can't get rid of my loud thoughts, so I'll try to keep things quiet. Bye, Draco.* Hermione then added an after thought, *Maybe we could set up a snuggle some time....Wait? Are we still talking? Hello?*
$Just the Malfy charm...hehehehe. Meet you by the lake at midnight, 'kay?$ Draco had no clue why he was telling her this, it was going to be impossible to get down there.
*Sure, but we'll have to find away around all the teachers. Security is tight lately.* Once again, Hermione hadn't an idea as to why she confirming this.
$I'll find a way. Bye.$
*Me too. Bye-bye.*
Hermione and Draco both sat on opposite sides f the hall, thinking of their little meeting that would happen in the dark shadows of midnight.
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EOC
Wow!!! Was that long enough for your liking???? Hee hee hee. 8 looong pages!! I thought it was good, and I didn't want to end it after Potions. I think that was "spicy" enough. After all, this IS the Draco Malfoy we all know, right?
Well, I'll be doing homework and sleeping. Damn nurse wouldn't let me go home today at school. She asked me what medusa I'm taking, and I told her the only one I took today. Her reply was, "My brother's a doctor. He gave me that when I had trouble sleeping. Like a sleeping pill."
Ugh. Ugh-ity ugh!!
Kit Kat @-`----
Disclaimer: Does these characters look like my little creations? NO. There. I have expertly answered all the big law peoples' questions. Besides, I can't even buy a laptop, why would I have the money to own these.things of the Lord, Joanne K. Rowling??
Chapter 7: The Interpsycho Potion
Draco Malfoy sat up in his green and black canopy bed. He yawned and then smirked at his realization at what day it was. October twenty-third already. The month went by so quickly, what with all the work and snogging and school and work and snogging, and did he mention snogging? He was, after all, the hottest hottie in Hogwarts. He had everything a girl could want. He was IT. Gothic. Hot. Dark. Evil. Death Eater-like. Hot. Muscular. Cute. Bad to the bone. And, did I forget hot???
He opened the flimsy curtains that draped his bed in darkness. It was exactly 6:05 A.M. Just enough time to get ready for school and open all the gifts.
Gifts. Usually he'd get three from his mom, signing it: 'Love, Mummykins', 'Best Wishes, Father', and 'From, your relatives'. It was nice to know his mum would rush to get gifts, but really! Forging signatures?!
He looked at his trunk, expecting a small pile wrapped in brown paper. Instead he found a large pile with different coloured parcels. "What the.." He trailed off, hopping out of bed.
He opened a big orange covered gift. He opened the note, "**Dearest Draco Malfoy, Happy birthday. Best wishes. H.T.**"
Instead of opening the gift, he took every gift's note. It appeared that there were a lot of anonymous senders. Maybe some girls had taken a liking to him, and they were not so superficial to forget his birthday. Hmm.
Now he opened the presents. In all, he got: a picture of the blue sky with clouds; A cologne that smelt like chocolate and cinnamon (AN: Mmm mmm good! I want my guy to smell like that!); A gold band with two green emeralds that fit perfectly; A wizard recorder that records thoughts said aloud (not a pensieve, just a recorder you speak into); three hand carved figurines that depicted a dragon, a snake, and a.unicorn with Pegasus wings(??); a painting of a waterfall with mirror pieces for water and broken glass pieces for the sky; and a dragon hide sickle bag from his "father" and a large sac of sickles from his "relatives". From his mother: A note saying his sweets would arrive at breakfast with the owls.
He ran to the Prefects bathroom and took a shower in the stalls, using his favorite vanilla waters, and he ran to the Great Hall wearing his gold band and the new cologne. Pansy glared at him as he took his seat four seats away from her. (Since his profuse refusals to her not so subtle prostitution, she had taken to hating him.)
"Hey, everyone! Guess what day it is?" Draco said like a three year old.
The Slytherin table stared after him. "My birthday. Not that you nitwits would give a damn about it!" He snuffed as the table quickly looked at their food.
The owls came in and he found his sweets in great abundance. He had a sugar high breakfast and then left to his favorite class, Potions.
He came in just as Professor Snape entered from his attached office. Draco stared at the teacher dumbfounded at Snape being forty-two seconds early.
"Is there a problem Mister Malfoy?" Snape asked the birthday boy sweetly.
"No, sir, I'll be taking my seat now." Draco moved pass the rows of students, he went just to the back row, sweeping past the Golden Trio in a flurry. He sat there and waited for the good day to begin.
"Today we will be brewing the Interpyscho Potion today. It allows the drinker to.well, let me just wait before I tell you." Snape continued to write the ingredients and the instructions on the board.
!!!!Hermione's POV This morning!!!!
Hermione woke up to find herself grinning stupidly. As she took out her new make-up kit, she decided on something new. "Hmm." Hermione typed in the words 'Evil's Girlfriend'. She had no idea what inspired her to type that code in, or what inside her made her feel intrigued and giddy.
Instantly her little box filled with various things. Her hand went down and picked up the dark black eye shadow. She did her eyes in a heavy complete circle, (Like Christina Aguilera), and went to get her lip gloss. She looked at the selection. Sooo many colors had sprung out.
She placed her hands in and took out a tube of lip stick. She paused for a moment and thought. *What to do. what to do.* She finally decided to put it on. It was a deep red, almost maroon colour. She inspected her work. "Not to bad, Granger," She told herself in a vain and unsophisticated way.
She ran to the wardrobe and took out her uniform and robes. She ran into Lavender's secret book stash and took out a book called: Simple Spells for Simply Dazzling Results. After getting on her clothing, she took the book onto her bed. She closed the curtains and went directly to page 104.
(You could probably tell she had planned ahead for times like this.)
The page said:
For Sleek, shining hair that doesn't frizz under any weather try this spell! It is so easy, even little babies could do it!
(Illustration of a too skinny girl with too perfect blond hair)
Just point at hair and whisper softly, "Sleeshine Hazio."
For extra help add the word "De-Frizz" in between the words!!
Hermione pointed her wand to her screwy head of hair and whispered, "Slee- shine De-Frizz Hah-zee-oh."
Her hair went to a manageable straight mass. She sighed and put it into a pony tail. It looked really good, it was pin straight and made her look younger and happier. Not to mention evil. She sprayed her new perfume on and left to the halls for breakfast.
As Hermione entered the Great Hall, she looked for Harry and Ron to find them not noticing her.
She took a seat across from Harry, "Hey. How's everything. Don't tell me you forgot to finish Herbology homework again!"
Ron simply stared. Harry sputtered, "W-w-w-w-w-wow."
"Oh, c'mon, a lot of clumpy make-up doesn't make me better looking!!" She blushed and then got angry. "You two are so shallow!!!!"
She ate her breakfast in silence and ran into Potions early, for once. Draco came in right as Snape walked in. As he brushed past Hermione and her friends with a scowl on his face. The air stirred and she could smell a scent.
*Chocolate and cinnamon? Yum-yum! NO!!! Alert! Alert! Draco Malfoy!!! Evil. Boy. Evil boy.friend?? NO!!!!!!!!!!!* She took this time to slap herself, literally. Harry and Ron exchanged crazed glances and looked back at Hermione. It was only ONE slap. Goodness, did they have to make a deal out of it?
"A little prep for the.erm.for the test I have to take tomorrow." *Did that make sense?* she asked herself.
"Partners: Harry Potter..and Pansy Parkinson. Ronald Weasley with. Gregory Goyle. Lavender Brown and Vincet Crabbe. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Parvati..." He continued to list off mean pairings that would end up with a duffing up or an "accidental" spilling of a lethal potion. What cruel and unusual punishment. (AN: Can be referred to as what my English teacher does, fifty problems in 1 night, "Luv ya too.")
Hermione stood and began to walk one row back.
@*@*@*@*Normal POV*@*@*@*@
She walked past him and caused a slight breeze. $Mmmm, my grandma's garden in the early spring$ Draco thought as he smelt the comforting smell.
"Hey, let's hurry up, maybe we can leave early." Hermione stated. That was when Draco noticed it. She was.dark looking.
He shivered. "Why do you look so.evil?"
"None of your business." She retorted and began to brew with a base liquid of snake blood and shrivelfigs' juice. "Besides, how I appear is up to me. It is an expression of my inner self, got it?"
She glared at him. "Yes ma'am!" He did a little army salute.
She giggled and playfully punched him. "Hey, I'm not like a sergeant, am I?"
"Yes, Colonel Stick Up The Arse!" Draco tried to sneer. It came out as a half-hearted failure, grinning and surrendering to cutting up poison oak rose-root. He muttered incoherently and shook hid head whilst smiling.
He was about to put the ground root into the potion, when Hermione stopped him. "I don't think so, cadet!"
"What?" Draco scowled hiding a creeping grin.
"What!!? Is this what you call 'ground to a fine puree', Cadet Malfoy?" Hermione mocked. She dumped them in for him and then ordered, "Drop and give me ten!"
"Ten what?" Draco played stupid.
"Get down there!!" Hermione giggled. She finally put her pointy boot on his back to make sure he did the push ups properly.
"That's more like it, Bicep Man." Hermione said as she pointed to his muscles.
He chuckled and spat back, "Oh, please! Look whose talking, Super Leg Woman!! Your boots injured my delicate and sensitive back!!!"
Hermione giggled along with Draco and tried to make a witty come back, finally giving up and going back to chopping her pixie spider legs.
Little did she know, Ron and Harry were simply staring at her antics, they seemed to come naturally.
When they had finished teasing each other along with the potion they raised their hands.
"Good work, Draco. Take two cups, the potion should last about a week. Write a report on what it does. Oh, and, happy birthday, Draco." Snape said.
"Thanks. Oh, and professor, what exactly does the Interpsycho Potion do?" Draco inquired.
"That is for you two to find out and write about. Take this and stare at each other for ten counts. Good-bye." Snape spun around to criticize Neville and Blaise.
"Down the hatchet." Hermione said, giving Draco a poured out ration.
"What hatchet?" Draco said and they laughed. Gulping it down, they stared at each other. "One, two..ten."
"Good. It says here it'll take two hours to react. Just in time for dinner. Bye, Draco." Hermione got up, not noticing her choice for names.
"Bye, Hermione." Draco picked up his bag as they headed out for an early lunch.
~`~`~`~`Dinner Time~`~`~`~`~
Hermione finished Charms class with a smile plastered across her face. It was dinner time, the hour that she'd feel or see the results of the Interpyscho Potion. As she made her way down the halls, her mind kept going back to how cute Draco looked today. Suddenly, she noticed she wasn't as repulsed by the thought as she should be. She shook her head silently, and told herself to keep this realization in her head.
The Great Hall was packed and she immediately was met by Harry and Ron. She took a seat across from Ron and to the right of Harry. "Hey, Guys."
"Hi, 'Mione." Harry said while piling his plate with a meaty pudding.
"Hi." Ron said quickly. He took out a book and placed it on the table. "Could you help me work this out? I just don't get how sidereal time works. I thought all Astronomy was...was stars."
"Sure, Ron." Hermione stood half-way up and leant over the table to look at the book. "Oh, OK. Well, there are two times, sidereal is one of them..."
As soon as she began telling him about the information, she noticed how she was bending over and where exactly Ron was looking. *Ugh. Ron is looking down my shirt. What a great day to go for the evil thing and wear a zebra striped bra. It could be worse, I could be plain bra less. Hehe. Imagine Ron's face when he sees... wow. My mind is thinking a little on the bad side today. Better fix this situation.*
"OK, and you have to fix the dials on the telescope, or wait should you fix the angle of my shirt for a better view of my bra or should you refocus your eyes, Ron?"
"Huh?" Ron snapped out of his oggling reverie.
"You heard me, perv.!!" She sat down and crossed her arms, glaring. Ron was a blazing inferno as he muttered some bogus reply.
"Whatever." She huffed and continued to pile another piece of chicken on to her plate.
~*~*~*~*~Draco's POV~*~*~*~*~
Draco left Herbology and entered the Great Hall smiling. It was his birthday, after all.
"Hey, there, Birthday Boy." Blaise joked.
"Hi." Draco coolly replied and continued to walk down the table to find his cronies. "Yo."
"Hi-lo Draco. We gonna getted Harry soon. Bin tinking up a pan, whoops, meant plan." Gregory Goyle greeted his idle.
"Yep." Draco was overcome by a clicking in his head, suddenly a noise started talking.
The voice became clear: female...young...Hermione. Draco remembered potions. Inter- meant something inside, psycho- meant head. Inside head voices. Draco smiled and tuned into an episode of "Hermione Life: Soap Opera Special".
He heard it, "Ugh. Ron is looking down my shirt. What a great day to go for the evil thing and wear a zebra striped bra. It could be worse, I could be plain bra less. Hehe. Imagine Ron's face when he sees... wow. My mind is thinking a little on the bad side today. Better fix this situation.."
He smirked, $Zebra, huh?$
Hermione looked across the room, realizing what the potion was doing. It was connecting her and Draco telepathically.
*Shut the hell up, you perv!*
$I don't mind...but my mind just doesn't understand how to stop functioning. Sooo, what color are your panties?$
*Oh, forget it! I can't believe you! So pathetic.*
$If you don't tell me this way, I can just read your memories. And that way, I could get a visual and everything.$
*OMIGOD!!* Hermione was brilliant red now, he could see her seeing herself in nuddy pants!!! *NOOO!!! I'll tell you.*
$Too late. Nice choice. Was it a thong or a string bikini style?$ Draco was just playing, he'd only read a memory saying she was wearing black underwear.
*Ugh. It was string style, OK? I think I'm gonna hate having you in my head.* Hermione was staring laser rays into her chicken.
$Hmm... I think I'll just dip into your memories of today......A HA!!!!! And I quote, "Draco looked absolutely hot today. He is a major babe. He smells like chocolate and cinnamon. Yummy. I could just eat him up." Hahahahahaha!! See, you wanna make mini Dracos with me!!!$ Draco smirked at his peas.
*WHAT!! Don't read my mind...I'll just......HERE WE GO!! And I take this directly, "Hermione is a hot piece of arse. She is evil looking and, to be honest, that turns me on. She smells like my Gramma's English garden. I like that. Snuggling with her would be perfect, comforts of home all there." See!! .....oh, that was so sweet! Are you by any chance born in the year of the Chinese snake?* Hermione blushed at how romantic his thoughts were. It made her wanna jump on him and hug him to death.
$Yeah, so?$ Draco was getting light pink, those were personal thoughts. He missed his Gramma dearly.
*Just because. Snakes are romantic and charming...oh!! That was so sweet!! I wanna snuggle you to death!!!....Did I just think that out loud???*
$Yes, my dear. Yes, ya did. Wanna snuggle me to death!! HA!! Like that'd ever happen. Mudblood.$
*Don't you think that. I am an equal one of your peers.* Hermione glumly ate a piece of carrot.
$Oh, did you hurt her feelings, Draco? God you're a screw up, you know perfectly well you're going soft on her. You want to snuggle her until the end of time, Draco...Wait? Hermione?? Did you hear that?$
She broke into a smile. *Awww! You want ta snuggle??*
$Great. Well, I gotta eat. Bye.$
*You can't get rid of my loud thoughts, so I'll try to keep things quiet. Bye, Draco.* Hermione then added an after thought, *Maybe we could set up a snuggle some time....Wait? Are we still talking? Hello?*
$Just the Malfy charm...hehehehe. Meet you by the lake at midnight, 'kay?$ Draco had no clue why he was telling her this, it was going to be impossible to get down there.
*Sure, but we'll have to find away around all the teachers. Security is tight lately.* Once again, Hermione hadn't an idea as to why she confirming this.
$I'll find a way. Bye.$
*Me too. Bye-bye.*
Hermione and Draco both sat on opposite sides f the hall, thinking of their little meeting that would happen in the dark shadows of midnight.
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Wow!!! Was that long enough for your liking???? Hee hee hee. 8 looong pages!! I thought it was good, and I didn't want to end it after Potions. I think that was "spicy" enough. After all, this IS the Draco Malfoy we all know, right?
Well, I'll be doing homework and sleeping. Damn nurse wouldn't let me go home today at school. She asked me what medusa I'm taking, and I told her the only one I took today. Her reply was, "My brother's a doctor. He gave me that when I had trouble sleeping. Like a sleeping pill."
Ugh. Ugh-ity ugh!!
Kit Kat @-`----