AN: wow, my first H/D posted!! Here's the scoop; rated for future
chapter's. this story actually has a plot!! WOW!! * gasps * OK ok, I'm fine
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Warnings: some OOC (duh, this is H/D)
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Unexpected Twists
Ch. 1
"Bugger." Hermione swore under her breath as she watched the potion she had been stirring turn an odd grayish-green. This might have been fine except for the fact that it was supposed to turn blue. She moaned as she tipped the cauldron and its contents onto the grass. She shuffled over to a book a couple paces away to check the directions again, just as Ron came around the bend of Hagrid's hut. She glanced up at him momentarily,then turned back to her book. She could almost feel Ron's grin bearing down on her.
"Having a bit of trouble?" he asked, mocking innocence. She shot him a glare.
"I'm doing just fine, thank you." She answered stiffl.
"Are you sure you're not even having a little bit of a problem? That grass overthere is looking pretty worn out." He said, guestering towards where she had just dumped her latest potion, and she grinded her teeth.
"So I've had to work a few things out. I've almost got it." She said, trying to sit proudly. But her pride deflated as the grass in question burst into small purple flames.Too many different things mixed, she thought to herself as she jumped up and ran over to the flames. Trying to ignore Ron, she stamped out the small fire which was turning an interesting shade of pink.
"No, no. Definitely no problems here. I think you have it all under control." He grinned as he watched her. "Thinking of calling off that bet yet?"
"Bugger off, Ron." She answered hotly, "I can do this."
"Ok," he said simply, "but it's your funeral."
"Ron! Leave 'er alone to finish 'er work." Hagrid called from inside the hut. "Go away!"
"Alright, alright. I'm going. He said, still smiling as he roamed off towards the castle. She watched him go, then turned pack to the large pouch of ingredients and the potion book. She was startled by Hagrid as he came out a few minutes later.
"Four times, Hagrid," she said sighing, "four times."
"Don' you worry, you'll get it this time." He encouraged her.
"It just can't be done. I hate to admit it, but I think Ron might be right," she paused, "for once."
"Let me 'ave a look at it." He said, sitting down. Sulking, she handed him the book.
"I've done everything just as it says, but everytime I go to stir it the 46 times counter-clockwise, it turns yellow, or neon purple, or pink, or," she thought for a second, glancing back at the puddle of potion , "grayish-green." I t was only then that she noticed Hagrid wasn't listening. He was, instead, turning three consecutive pages over and over.
"You know," he began, "yore missin' a page," She stared at him for a second, then scooted over to him.
"You're joking." She cried in disbelief. He shook his head.
"Nope." He pointed at the page numbers, "See, this one's 691, and this one's 694. 692 and 693 are missin'"
She sat in shock, turning the two pages, then threw up her arms.
"Agh!," she screamed, "Now I'll never finish it! Took me enough to get this book, much less the ingredients, and now I find there's a whole page missing!" She thought for a moment, then added, "I wondered why I didn't use the Tarrot root or lime leaves."
"There's a few loose pages in th' back, though. I guess someone thought to keep 'em even though they fell out." Hagrid said, examining the book. Hermione snatched it from him, leaving him bewildered as she tore through the torn pages.
"115,372," she began, reading aloud, "478, 1182,1290, 162, but no 692 or 693. No!" she groaned as she let the book slide out of her lap. Hagrid picked it up and began to follow the directions up to the missing part. Meanwhile, Hermione lay mumbling incoherent phrases about the potion, how it wasn't her fault it didn't work, and how Ron was wrong, and had always been wrong and always would be. Hagrid finished up to the missing page, then stared at the remaining herbs. Hermione glanced over, then came running over to him in a fit of rage.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
"I-I thought that it might 'elp to redo it." He stammered, backing away. Hermione grabbed the remaining herbs and turned to the guilty cauldron.
"We're missing a page! I'll never know the next step, so it's useless doing this! I was so close! IT'S NOT FAIR!!" she screamed this last part, throwing the herbs into the brew. It instantly turned dark red and shot a thin column into the air. Both Hagrid and Hermione stumbled backwards, and he tried to shield her. Several seconds later, it calmed down and she inched towards it, and just as she did, she put her hand on a crumpled piece of paper she had been using to clean unintentional spills. Slowly she uncrumpled it and glanced at the page number.
"Oh hell," she muttered, before falling to the ground laughing. Hagrid picked up the paper, and read aloud;
"Page 692: Move to open area. Drop remaining articles into cauldron and back quickly away. Wait three minutes to cool, then drain and pour drained liquid into container. Drink unaccompanied or in another liquid such as wine, or brandy. Side affects include: headaches, unusual feelings, and faintings in severe cases. Use wisely."
Hermione controlled herself to a giggle as she reached into her pouch for a strainer. When she couldn't find one, she turned to the still shocked Hagrid.
"You don't happen to have a strainer?" she asked. HE nodded, and went around to the front of the hut, retuning a moment later with a small bowl with holes in it. She pulled out a vial and a funnel, and after struggling to get the cauldron above the bowl, poured its contents. When she had finished, she picked up the vial, and corked it. It's contents were now completely clear and could be mistaken for water. They both stared at it for a moment with horrid fascination.
"Well," she started. They looked at each other, then she tried again, "Well, it looks like it worked." Hagrid studied the page, then turned to her.
"One more step," he said, "just one more."
* * *
Ron, Hermione decided as she sat across from him at Hagrid's table, looked less than happy. It had taken the best part of thirty minutes to drag him down here, and now all his cocky confidence had abandoned him. He stared at the vial, sighing.
"So?" She prompted.
"So what?"
"So what do you think now?" she replied. He was silent for a moment, then he mumbled.
"So you made it. Good job." He glanced quietly at her to see her grinning at him. She was happily humming to herself as she sipped her tea. Ron was moodily flipping through the book when Hagrid came in with a fresh batch of rock cakes.
"So did you tell 'im?" he asked, setting the plate down. Hermione choked on her tea, and shot Hagrid a look, which he missed. Ron immediately looked up.
"Tell me what?" he asked. Hermione was waving her to shush Hagrid, and then blushed quickly when he saw her.
"Well," she started, looking wildly for something to look at that wasn't Ron, "we don't exactly know if it works."
"Yeah," Ron said, as if it was his own idea, "how do you know it works?" Hermione sighed, and slip the book around to her, searching for the correct page. Hagrid meanwhile, was turning the corked vial over in his hand.
"Funny looking," he mumbled, "for a love potion that is."
* * *
"Alright," Ron said, "explain this to me once more." Hermione groaned and sat down next to him. They were sitting right outside the entrance to the kitchen, under Harry's invisibility cloak, which Ron had convinced him to loan them, saying he was hungry. It had been Hermione's idea to tell him where they were really going, since he still had the map.
"Here's how it works," she started, for the third time, "you have to put the potion in a liquid. Two people's liquid to be precise. Then the two people have to drink their half within Twenty-four hours of each other. Then-"
"What happens if they don't?" Interrupted Ron. She shrugged.
"You really don't want to know." She answered simply. "Now, as I was saying; It won't begin to work until the two drinkers make eye contact. From there on, it's quite simple. The two halves try to get back together and the only way for tem to do that is through sexual inter-"
"Got it." He squeaked.
"You do know what I'm talking about, right?" she asked, looking at him.
"Mmhmm." He nodded, not trusting his voice for a moment. Luckily for him, she continued, "Well, this is where it gets confusing again. The two parts will make the people yearn for each other, until they have se-" "Got it." He interrupted again. She shot him a glance for interrupting her again, and plunged onward.
"Anyway, when they do, for a second, their souls will merge into one and decide if they are meant for each other. If so, they will stay in love. If not, then they go back to their former selves with 'only faint memories' as the book puts it." She finished with a triumphant gleam.
"Now, that's all good and well, but who's drinks are we going to put it in?" Hermione deflated a bit at this remark. "Hadn't thought of that yet." She said gloomily.
"It has to be two people who hate each other. Just to prove it works." Thought Ron aloud.
"But who hates each other THAT much?"
"We could give it to you and Malfoy." He joked.
"I'll pretend you didn't say that."
"We could do Harry a favor and give to him and Cho."
"You said 'hate' Ron. That doesn't really qualify."
"Well, the way you're going, it sounds like only Malfoy and Harry exactly qualify."
Suddenly they stopped and looked at each other. Hermione broke the silence a few seconds later by saying,
"That would be a mess."
"They do hate each other the most, though."
"Ron, that's disturbing."
"Alright, why don't we just stick with Harry and Cho. She sure hates him."
"Fine. Whatever." And with that they entered the kitchen.
AN: YAY!! End of first chapter!!! R&R s'il vous plait!!
"Bugger." Hermione swore under her breath as she watched the potion she had been stirring turn an odd grayish-green. This might have been fine except for the fact that it was supposed to turn blue. She moaned as she tipped the cauldron and its contents onto the grass. She shuffled over to a book a couple paces away to check the directions again, just as Ron came around the bend of Hagrid's hut. She glanced up at him momentarily,then turned back to her book. She could almost feel Ron's grin bearing down on her.
"Having a bit of trouble?" he asked, mocking innocence. She shot him a glare.
"I'm doing just fine, thank you." She answered stiffl.
"Are you sure you're not even having a little bit of a problem? That grass overthere is looking pretty worn out." He said, guestering towards where she had just dumped her latest potion, and she grinded her teeth.
"So I've had to work a few things out. I've almost got it." She said, trying to sit proudly. But her pride deflated as the grass in question burst into small purple flames.Too many different things mixed, she thought to herself as she jumped up and ran over to the flames. Trying to ignore Ron, she stamped out the small fire which was turning an interesting shade of pink.
"No, no. Definitely no problems here. I think you have it all under control." He grinned as he watched her. "Thinking of calling off that bet yet?"
"Bugger off, Ron." She answered hotly, "I can do this."
"Ok," he said simply, "but it's your funeral."
"Ron! Leave 'er alone to finish 'er work." Hagrid called from inside the hut. "Go away!"
"Alright, alright. I'm going. He said, still smiling as he roamed off towards the castle. She watched him go, then turned pack to the large pouch of ingredients and the potion book. She was startled by Hagrid as he came out a few minutes later.
"Four times, Hagrid," she said sighing, "four times."
"Don' you worry, you'll get it this time." He encouraged her.
"It just can't be done. I hate to admit it, but I think Ron might be right," she paused, "for once."
"Let me 'ave a look at it." He said, sitting down. Sulking, she handed him the book.
"I've done everything just as it says, but everytime I go to stir it the 46 times counter-clockwise, it turns yellow, or neon purple, or pink, or," she thought for a second, glancing back at the puddle of potion , "grayish-green." I t was only then that she noticed Hagrid wasn't listening. He was, instead, turning three consecutive pages over and over.
"You know," he began, "yore missin' a page," She stared at him for a second, then scooted over to him.
"You're joking." She cried in disbelief. He shook his head.
"Nope." He pointed at the page numbers, "See, this one's 691, and this one's 694. 692 and 693 are missin'"
She sat in shock, turning the two pages, then threw up her arms.
"Agh!," she screamed, "Now I'll never finish it! Took me enough to get this book, much less the ingredients, and now I find there's a whole page missing!" She thought for a moment, then added, "I wondered why I didn't use the Tarrot root or lime leaves."
"There's a few loose pages in th' back, though. I guess someone thought to keep 'em even though they fell out." Hagrid said, examining the book. Hermione snatched it from him, leaving him bewildered as she tore through the torn pages.
"115,372," she began, reading aloud, "478, 1182,1290, 162, but no 692 or 693. No!" she groaned as she let the book slide out of her lap. Hagrid picked it up and began to follow the directions up to the missing part. Meanwhile, Hermione lay mumbling incoherent phrases about the potion, how it wasn't her fault it didn't work, and how Ron was wrong, and had always been wrong and always would be. Hagrid finished up to the missing page, then stared at the remaining herbs. Hermione glanced over, then came running over to him in a fit of rage.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
"I-I thought that it might 'elp to redo it." He stammered, backing away. Hermione grabbed the remaining herbs and turned to the guilty cauldron.
"We're missing a page! I'll never know the next step, so it's useless doing this! I was so close! IT'S NOT FAIR!!" she screamed this last part, throwing the herbs into the brew. It instantly turned dark red and shot a thin column into the air. Both Hagrid and Hermione stumbled backwards, and he tried to shield her. Several seconds later, it calmed down and she inched towards it, and just as she did, she put her hand on a crumpled piece of paper she had been using to clean unintentional spills. Slowly she uncrumpled it and glanced at the page number.
"Oh hell," she muttered, before falling to the ground laughing. Hagrid picked up the paper, and read aloud;
"Page 692: Move to open area. Drop remaining articles into cauldron and back quickly away. Wait three minutes to cool, then drain and pour drained liquid into container. Drink unaccompanied or in another liquid such as wine, or brandy. Side affects include: headaches, unusual feelings, and faintings in severe cases. Use wisely."
Hermione controlled herself to a giggle as she reached into her pouch for a strainer. When she couldn't find one, she turned to the still shocked Hagrid.
"You don't happen to have a strainer?" she asked. HE nodded, and went around to the front of the hut, retuning a moment later with a small bowl with holes in it. She pulled out a vial and a funnel, and after struggling to get the cauldron above the bowl, poured its contents. When she had finished, she picked up the vial, and corked it. It's contents were now completely clear and could be mistaken for water. They both stared at it for a moment with horrid fascination.
"Well," she started. They looked at each other, then she tried again, "Well, it looks like it worked." Hagrid studied the page, then turned to her.
"One more step," he said, "just one more."
* * *
Ron, Hermione decided as she sat across from him at Hagrid's table, looked less than happy. It had taken the best part of thirty minutes to drag him down here, and now all his cocky confidence had abandoned him. He stared at the vial, sighing.
"So?" She prompted.
"So what?"
"So what do you think now?" she replied. He was silent for a moment, then he mumbled.
"So you made it. Good job." He glanced quietly at her to see her grinning at him. She was happily humming to herself as she sipped her tea. Ron was moodily flipping through the book when Hagrid came in with a fresh batch of rock cakes.
"So did you tell 'im?" he asked, setting the plate down. Hermione choked on her tea, and shot Hagrid a look, which he missed. Ron immediately looked up.
"Tell me what?" he asked. Hermione was waving her to shush Hagrid, and then blushed quickly when he saw her.
"Well," she started, looking wildly for something to look at that wasn't Ron, "we don't exactly know if it works."
"Yeah," Ron said, as if it was his own idea, "how do you know it works?" Hermione sighed, and slip the book around to her, searching for the correct page. Hagrid meanwhile, was turning the corked vial over in his hand.
"Funny looking," he mumbled, "for a love potion that is."
* * *
"Alright," Ron said, "explain this to me once more." Hermione groaned and sat down next to him. They were sitting right outside the entrance to the kitchen, under Harry's invisibility cloak, which Ron had convinced him to loan them, saying he was hungry. It had been Hermione's idea to tell him where they were really going, since he still had the map.
"Here's how it works," she started, for the third time, "you have to put the potion in a liquid. Two people's liquid to be precise. Then the two people have to drink their half within Twenty-four hours of each other. Then-"
"What happens if they don't?" Interrupted Ron. She shrugged.
"You really don't want to know." She answered simply. "Now, as I was saying; It won't begin to work until the two drinkers make eye contact. From there on, it's quite simple. The two halves try to get back together and the only way for tem to do that is through sexual inter-"
"Got it." He squeaked.
"You do know what I'm talking about, right?" she asked, looking at him.
"Mmhmm." He nodded, not trusting his voice for a moment. Luckily for him, she continued, "Well, this is where it gets confusing again. The two parts will make the people yearn for each other, until they have se-" "Got it." He interrupted again. She shot him a glance for interrupting her again, and plunged onward.
"Anyway, when they do, for a second, their souls will merge into one and decide if they are meant for each other. If so, they will stay in love. If not, then they go back to their former selves with 'only faint memories' as the book puts it." She finished with a triumphant gleam.
"Now, that's all good and well, but who's drinks are we going to put it in?" Hermione deflated a bit at this remark. "Hadn't thought of that yet." She said gloomily.
"It has to be two people who hate each other. Just to prove it works." Thought Ron aloud.
"But who hates each other THAT much?"
"We could give it to you and Malfoy." He joked.
"I'll pretend you didn't say that."
"We could do Harry a favor and give to him and Cho."
"You said 'hate' Ron. That doesn't really qualify."
"Well, the way you're going, it sounds like only Malfoy and Harry exactly qualify."
Suddenly they stopped and looked at each other. Hermione broke the silence a few seconds later by saying,
"That would be a mess."
"They do hate each other the most, though."
"Ron, that's disturbing."
"Alright, why don't we just stick with Harry and Cho. She sure hates him."
"Fine. Whatever." And with that they entered the kitchen.
AN: YAY!! End of first chapter!!! R&R s'il vous plait!!