I Hate Loving You

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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns HP. I own the plot. AND THE CONCEPT OF HIPPIE SOCKS! Get off! *snatches away socks*

Summary: A love potion goes wrong. Ginny does the unthinkable. Draco turns into ...Harry? Someone professes undying love. And oh, what couldn't be a G/D classic without hippie socks?

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"Have you got the drinks ready?" Ginny asked nervously. Hermione nodded. "You go to the common room while I set them up."

"Okay, great. Remember to choose the right drink for Harry. You have to be careful."

"Gin, I am not stupid. I know which one has the potion in it, I promise to be careful. Now go out there, flirt with him a bit, alright?"

"Alright," Ginny said, wringing her hands in defeat and exiting the room. The common room was empty except for Ron and 'Harry', who were both in armchairs across from each other, talking. Their talking abruptly stopped when they saw Ginny coming.

"Hey Gin," Ron greeted. "Is the hot chocolate about ready?"

"Just about. Hermione's fixing them in the other room."

Ron glanced at Harry for a bit before rising. "I'll see if I can help." He left the room, purposely leaving 'Harry' and Ginny alone together.

"So, Harry, how's it going?" she asked, smiling at him. Harry tilted his head at her, his eyes wandering over her.

"Nothing," he answered, one of his eyebrows upwards.

"You're still going home with us for Christmas, right?" she asked, desperate for conversation.

"Maybe." This was not like Harry at all, answering with one-word phrases. Ginny tried another concept.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"Perhaps." He smirked, which Ginny had rarely seen Harry do before...it was almost as if...he was different...

"Harry! What the hell is the matter with you?" she exclaimed.

He jumped a bit. "Err...sorry, I just can't remember your name."

"What?!"

He shrugged.

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Ron looked at his surroundings cautiously before he picked up a mug of steaming hot chocolate. He raised it to his lips, but as soon as he heard footsteps, he placed the mug elsewhere in the small tray.

It was Hermione, who was looking at him suspiciously. "What're you doing here?"

"Err...just seeing if the hot chocolate ready," he said in a weak voice.

"You didn't touch anything, right?" Hermione said in a frantic voice. He shook his head.

"No, no, of course not," he lied in a feeble tone.

"Alright, let's go then," she said, sighing in relief as she picked up the tray and went into the common room once more.

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"It's Ginny."

"Right. Ginny," he repeated in a dead-prone voice. He put his legs up to the arm of the chair, and Ginny could see his socks as the ends of his pants fell down gracefully.

She squinted, leaning forward and lead off the plain white socks he was sporting. "Made by Hippie Sock INC.?"

His cheeks tinted red as he put his pants down again. "Yeah. So what?" he challenged.

She stifled her laughter. "It's...funny."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is. Hippie."

"So?"

"It's funny."

"No it's not. My mother gave them to me for my birthday."

"Yes it is!" Ginny stood up now, her hands on her hips, glaring at him. It wasn't Harry anymore that she was staring it. She was furious with him; it discarded any love she had for him in this moment.

"Well, your...,your hair sucks!" he argued back.

She gasped in sheer mortification. "No it doesn't!"

"Yes it does!"

"No..." her face went blank. "Wait a minute...you said your mother gave your socks for your birthday?"

"Yeah..." he answered in a careless tone. "So?"

"Harry," Ginny said quietly. "Your mother..."

"Oh, yeah! She's dead. Sorry, forgot," he retorted.

"Are you on medication, or something, Harry?"

"Maybe."

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Don't tell me to shut up!" They were now within one foot of each other. They stepped closer, and he glared down at her, his green eyes sparkling with distaste. She flung a strand from her forehead, looking at him with a thinning of her lips. He bit his lip, seemed a bit reluctant, and seemed to tower over her, leaning...

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat.

They both turned, and saw Ron, his arms folded over his chest. "What're you two doing?"

"Nothing," they both replied snappishly, jumping away from each other.

"Never mind about that," said Hermione, who was behind him, carefully and gracefully walking toward them with a tray of four mugs.

She offered the tray first to Ginny. She took it, her eyes narrowed. Hermione handed a mug to Ron, who took it almost gleefully, and the last mug that was given was to 'Harry'. He took it with a roll of his eyes, and downed it all in one sip with a swallow in his throat.

Ginny gaped at him, expecting him to look at her lovingly any second, but before anything could happen, someone entered the common room. They all looked around and saw what appeared to be...'Draco Malfoy'?

He was strutting over to him, sauntering around the room. "Hey guys," he said casually, sitting down on an armchair.

They couldn't answer. They were all speechless. 'Harry' seemed to be clearing his throat a lot before 'Draco' glanced at him and jumped about a foot in the air.

"Oh, sorry, wrong common room!" 'Draco' said, and began running out the potrait hole.

"What the hell was that about?" she questioned, looking at 'Harry'.

'Harry' had no answer for her.

"Alright, drink everyone," Hermione insisted, and they all drank a sip of their hot chocolate and she gazed anxiously at 'Harry', who seemed to be oblivious.

Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her over, hissing in her ear, "What the hell is going on? Why isn't he loving me?"

"I don't know...he looked at you right after he drank it, so he should be falling over you, but...do you think I did it wrong..." she trailed off, her eyes blazing.

"What's wrong? Hermione? Hermione!?"

Hermione smiled timidly at her, then turned away, walking toward Ron. 'Harry' and Ginny both watched as Hermione went over to Ron, and to everyone's surprise, including Ron's, she wrapped her arms around him, and planted a nice, long kiss on his lips, and it seemed as if she was sucking out the hot chocolate from his stomach out of his mouth, and into hers.

"Hermione!" he sputtered when she let him go.

"C'mon lover boy," she drawled. "We're going upstairs." Before he could protest, she grabbed him and flung him toward the stairs.

'Harry' plopped down in his armchair, his eyes wide. "What was that? Weasley and Granger go out?" the names left his lips, but luckily, Ginny wasn't paying attention.

"I don't know! What was ..." she ended with a gasp. "Oh, no," she murmured. "She promised she would be careful!"

Muttering to herself, she placed her face into her hands. "Everything happens to me!"

'Harry' watched silently as her shoulders shook. Then, finally breaking the silence, he said, "Is this what I said about your hair?"

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Draco turned and tossed in his sleep that night. It had been such a long night - and he couldn't get to sleep. He lurched up from his bed, his eardrums ringing with Ron's snores in the bed next to him, and threw the covers off of him.

His socks were still on. He looked at them with admiration. "You guys aren't bad, are you?" he talked to his socks, wriggling his feet. "You guys are cool...not weird. Not funny. Don't let the Weasley girl get to you...she is quite attractive, though isn't she? Grew curves in all the right places..."

Ron's snores began to deafen slightly as he said this. Draco sighed.

"I turned into that Potter prat for the girl, and she hasn't even glanced at me yet. The only girl who's even looked at me is that Weasley," he scoffed. "Guess Potter isn't so popular after all...worse, I am stuck being him until Potter gets his girl. I can't let him have my journal. How stupid is he, forgetting that he turned into me?"

His socks gave no answer.

He groaned. "It's obvious you guys aren't going to reply...so I'll just sleep."

Draco slumped down in his bed, a delicious thought about the Weasley girl prying into his mind, a very, very delicious thought. Something that happened to do with having nothing but socks on...

He drifted off to sleep, a smile spread across his face. "Good night, Hippies," he whispered.

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The only thing that got me through this chapter was listening to Kaci's song, thanks Kaci! Anyways, it was actually fun writing it (sorry about Draco talking to his socks). I was dreading this, because I kept thinking 'My God! I have enough to update!' but this chapter was fun. Expect kisses and more LoveCrazed!Hermione in the next chapter. And I guess you all thought Draco's girl of his dreams was Ginny? Think again...Harry's girl will be revealed in the next chapter...or IS it a girl? *grin* *cough*yeahitis*cough. Oh, yeah, one person asked me if Blaise is a girl or boy: J.K. Rowling never stated whether or not he/she was. I guess that's why people make so many stories about Blaise, because of the mysterious aura and stuff. I never write stories about Blaise, mostly because I've never been tempted to do so. Sorry about the Ron/Hermione stuff to all you H/Hr fans, I had NO pleasure in writing it...I had fun, of course, but I don't like them together. Anyways, guess that's it, except sorry if the chapter sucked.

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