plain"But Mione, I told you."
"No Draco I told you that he will listen, unless you want to risk becoming exactly what you fear."
"Fine, I'll go but you are going to come into the office with me."
"Fine! And thank you, I don't want to risk losing you."
"You will never lose me, not ever." They shared a large kiss, which would have turned into something else, had there not been those blasted alarms on the room.
**** The next morning.
"Hermione, where were you all of yesterday. We got really worried about you," said Ron.
"Draco and I spent the rest of the day in our room. His father came to visit Hogwarts, and he needed some time to get over it." Hermione had said the word father with a great amount of distain in her voice.
"Oh, you guys didn't, you know?" asked Ron.
"No Ron, they can't. There are charms around the whole room," said Harry.
"How did you know that?" asked a very confused Ron. James and Lily had told him, but how was he supposed to say that with out explaining everything to Ron, he wanted to keep his parents to himself, if only for a little while longer.
Luckily for Harry, Hermione had guessed how he had known, and covered for him. "Oh, I told you guys that ages ago. Harry just has a better memory than you do Ron. I think you have taken a buldger to the head or something, your memory gets worse and worse each day." While Ron was arguing that he had a great memory, Harry mouthed a thank you to Hermione.
Draco was having a horrible time at the Slytherin table, he did not have understanding friends who didn't mind that he was in love with a sworn enemy, or that could at least except the fact that he could love at all. He figured that Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't have minded, had Pansy not gotten to them first. Pansy looked incredibly proud of her self, for writing to Lucius and seemed to think that Lucius had been able to stop the potions effects. She didn't understand the meaning of the glare Draco had given her and bounced over to sit beside him.
"So, Drackie, did your father fix that awful spell and stop you and the mudblood from having to be in love. I don't know how you were able to do it, I would have been sick, or put a curse on myself or something like that. Especially with that particular mudblood." While she was saying all of this, her hand had gone down to his knee, and had started to stroke him there.
"What the hell do you think that your doing?" Draco whispered menacingly.
Pansy had not figured out that the potion was still in effect, and whispered, "Why, am a turning you on, do you remember how much you love me now?" She seemed to think that he was flirting with her.
Unfortunately for Pansy, Hermione had been watching Draco out of the corner of her eye. The potion caused her to be more jealous than she usually would have been, and she pushed back her chair, to storm up to the Slytherin table.
All eyes but Pansy's (who was still tying to seduce poor Draco) were on Hermione. Hermione didn't notice though, all she saw was Pansy's hand on Draco, on her Draco's knee. In another strange side effect of the potion, Hermione's eyes were red. Not just the teary kind of red, but her usual brown colour had become very very red. Even the Slytherins found this freighting, and didn't mess with her when she had made it all the way to Draco and Pansy.
"What do you think that your doing you little slut?" asked Hermione in a dangerously calm manner.
"Go away you stupid mudblood, he's not yours any more. The potion has stopped and now he loves me again." Draco looked ready to murder her. Not only for calling Hermione a mudblood several times, but also for calling him hers.
Pansy still didn't notice and was happy as could be. (Which just goes to how dense she really is.)
"Get your hands off of me Pansy, and don't ever touch me again," Draco practically screamed.
"I don't understand, Drackie, why are you siding with that mudblood."
"Then let me put it into the Clifford notes version for you. He hates your guts, and your little plan with Lucius ripping us apart didn't work, there is no cure of this so called potion, and after it's worn off there's no cure for true love," screamed Hermione, practically in hysterics by now.
"Stay away from me Pansy, and never ever call Hermione mudblood again. If I ever find out you did, then I promise you will pay. I know many curses."
Pansy finally got the message and then understood Draco's threat. As she shrank away in fear, Hermione leaned down and whispered evilly into her ear, "And if you ever write to Lucius again, well I'm not the smartest witch in the sixth year for nothing. I will personally see to putting curses galore on you. I know some extremely advanced ones that you won't be able to completely get rid of until you graduate."
Pansy let out a little shrike and ran from the Great Hall as fast as she could.
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"No Draco I told you that he will listen, unless you want to risk becoming exactly what you fear."
"Fine, I'll go but you are going to come into the office with me."
"Fine! And thank you, I don't want to risk losing you."
"You will never lose me, not ever." They shared a large kiss, which would have turned into something else, had there not been those blasted alarms on the room.
**** The next morning.
"Hermione, where were you all of yesterday. We got really worried about you," said Ron.
"Draco and I spent the rest of the day in our room. His father came to visit Hogwarts, and he needed some time to get over it." Hermione had said the word father with a great amount of distain in her voice.
"Oh, you guys didn't, you know?" asked Ron.
"No Ron, they can't. There are charms around the whole room," said Harry.
"How did you know that?" asked a very confused Ron. James and Lily had told him, but how was he supposed to say that with out explaining everything to Ron, he wanted to keep his parents to himself, if only for a little while longer.
Luckily for Harry, Hermione had guessed how he had known, and covered for him. "Oh, I told you guys that ages ago. Harry just has a better memory than you do Ron. I think you have taken a buldger to the head or something, your memory gets worse and worse each day." While Ron was arguing that he had a great memory, Harry mouthed a thank you to Hermione.
Draco was having a horrible time at the Slytherin table, he did not have understanding friends who didn't mind that he was in love with a sworn enemy, or that could at least except the fact that he could love at all. He figured that Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't have minded, had Pansy not gotten to them first. Pansy looked incredibly proud of her self, for writing to Lucius and seemed to think that Lucius had been able to stop the potions effects. She didn't understand the meaning of the glare Draco had given her and bounced over to sit beside him.
"So, Drackie, did your father fix that awful spell and stop you and the mudblood from having to be in love. I don't know how you were able to do it, I would have been sick, or put a curse on myself or something like that. Especially with that particular mudblood." While she was saying all of this, her hand had gone down to his knee, and had started to stroke him there.
"What the hell do you think that your doing?" Draco whispered menacingly.
Pansy had not figured out that the potion was still in effect, and whispered, "Why, am a turning you on, do you remember how much you love me now?" She seemed to think that he was flirting with her.
Unfortunately for Pansy, Hermione had been watching Draco out of the corner of her eye. The potion caused her to be more jealous than she usually would have been, and she pushed back her chair, to storm up to the Slytherin table.
All eyes but Pansy's (who was still tying to seduce poor Draco) were on Hermione. Hermione didn't notice though, all she saw was Pansy's hand on Draco, on her Draco's knee. In another strange side effect of the potion, Hermione's eyes were red. Not just the teary kind of red, but her usual brown colour had become very very red. Even the Slytherins found this freighting, and didn't mess with her when she had made it all the way to Draco and Pansy.
"What do you think that your doing you little slut?" asked Hermione in a dangerously calm manner.
"Go away you stupid mudblood, he's not yours any more. The potion has stopped and now he loves me again." Draco looked ready to murder her. Not only for calling Hermione a mudblood several times, but also for calling him hers.
Pansy still didn't notice and was happy as could be. (Which just goes to how dense she really is.)
"Get your hands off of me Pansy, and don't ever touch me again," Draco practically screamed.
"I don't understand, Drackie, why are you siding with that mudblood."
"Then let me put it into the Clifford notes version for you. He hates your guts, and your little plan with Lucius ripping us apart didn't work, there is no cure of this so called potion, and after it's worn off there's no cure for true love," screamed Hermione, practically in hysterics by now.
"Stay away from me Pansy, and never ever call Hermione mudblood again. If I ever find out you did, then I promise you will pay. I know many curses."
Pansy finally got the message and then understood Draco's threat. As she shrank away in fear, Hermione leaned down and whispered evilly into her ear, "And if you ever write to Lucius again, well I'm not the smartest witch in the sixth year for nothing. I will personally see to putting curses galore on you. I know some extremely advanced ones that you won't be able to completely get rid of until you graduate."
Pansy let out a little shrike and ran from the Great Hall as fast as she could.
(A/N) Thank you to all of my reviewers. Please don't stop reviewing though. One can never have too many reviews.
