~*~Chapter 5~*~
~*~Hermes' POV~*~

I wonder what Cupid was doing with Euterpe. Anyway, that wasn't my business. Since neither Hermione nor Draco was asleep yet, I decided to fly down to the Potions dungeon to check out the place. I hadn't gotten a good look around there the last time, thanks to someone.

I have to admit, even for someone who has seen a lot of laboratories and dungeons; the Hogwarts Potions dungeon was pretty impressive. Professor Snape was sitting at his table marking papers. As he marked a large, red cross through one assignment I took the liberty of looking over his shoulder to see what he was marking. "I despise having people reading over my shoulder, so desist." I was shocked. A mortal could see me?! I carefully asked: "How can you see me?" "There is a very interesting mortal feature called eyes." He replied in his usual sarcasm. "No need to be so sarcastic." I huffed. "Ask a stupid question. It's a long story which I don't wish to divulge. What are you doing here?" "That's a long story too, which I don't want to talk about either, so I'm not telling you." "Not as if I care anyway." "Fine." "Fine." I sat on a desk and looked through a textbook. After a few minutes I cracked and said: "I have a bet going on with Cupid to try and stop him from bringing Draco and Hermione together, and it looks like I'm losing." "I thought you didn't want to talk about it," said Snape, annoyed that I had interrupted him from marking papers. I ignored that and I told him the long story of the wager. Once I had finished with a plea for his assistance, he cocked an eyebrow and said: "And you're telling me this because.?" "Because I'm so desperate, I'll even listen to you!" I whined. Snape looked like he was going to hex me on the spot right then, but seemed to change his mind and said: "Even if it meant that you would stop annoying me with your endless whining, as a rule, I don't tend to meddle with Olympian matters, or help people out of problems they put themselves into." "It wasn't my fault-" I started to whine, and then realization hit me. I am so going to kill Cupid. He set me up! Never mind, I am so going to win this bet with what I have planned for Draco and Hermione. "Anyway, nice talking to you." I jumped off the desk and went on my way. Snape didn't look up from the paper he was marking. As I flew to Draco's room, I wondered about the fact that Snape was one of the very few mortals who could see me. It didn't make any sense to me at all. But then again, not a lot of things make sense to me.

When I reached Draco's room, he was already fast asleep with a small smile on his face. Well, I'll take care of that. Concentrating hard, I formed a nightmare involving Hermione in his mind. It was one of my best ones, if you ask me. I mean, wouldn't you be repelled from someone you had a nightmare about? And I'm talking about the nightmares where someone is being your, well. worst nightmare. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Draco suddenly sat up in bed, screaming and sweating. Wow, I guess I made the nightmare a little too scary. Oh well, the better to repel them away from each other with. Anyway, it's a good thing that he sleeps in his own room; he would have had a hard time explaining this to his room mates. After a few minutes of shivering and sweating, Draco got out of his bed and sat at his desk to finish some essay. Gee, it must look hard. I've never seen anyone concentrate so hard since I saw Hercules trying to write his name. And he was only trying to figure how to hold the pencil! Anyway, after a few minutes of writing, Draco threw down his quill with a frustrated sigh. Since he couldn't get back to sleep, he picked up a book and began reading. I noticed that he was humming a tune. That's strange; I never pictured Draco as the humming type. But, after a few minutes, he seemed to have become bored, and I guess he decided to get dressed (AN: out of his pajamas and into normal clothes to all you dirty minded people.) and head to the library.

When I reached Hermione's room, I was getting ready to create her nightmare when I saw Cupid curled up in a chair, snoring softly. Tsk tsk tsk. Seems that his day with Euterpe really tired him out When Hermione woke up, she put on her robe and sat at her desk, trying to finish an essay. I nudged Cupid on his shoulder and he shot so high up I wondered why he even bothered to use his wings, yelping loudly. "Can you scream a little louder?" I hissed at him. "I don't think Hades heard you clearly." It's a good thing Hermione, among most mortals, wasn't able to see or hear us, or else we would have had a problem. "Well, you pinched me," hissed Cupid back. "I didn't pi- Why are we whispering?" I asked in my normal voice. "Don't know. Must be the atmosphere." "Whatever. Seems like your day with Euterpe really tired you out," I remarked. "Day? What day? I didn't spend time with Euterpe," said Cupid with all the innocence he could manage. "Oh please! It's not as if I didn't see her leave when I came back," I retorted. "Alright, fine. She just dropped by to say hi. That's all," he finished lamely, face turning red. "Ah-haaahhh. Cupid and Euterpe are sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," I teased. During this Cupid turned a deeper shade of red and muttered "Shut up.' He looked at Hermione and asked me in an accusing tone: "Hermes, what have you done to her?" "Done what to who?" I asked innocently. "It's not as if I don't know the symptoms of your nightmares!" retorted Cupid. "The shaking, the sweating, the haunted eyes. What have you done to them?" He demanded. "I didn't do anything to either of them." "You did too." "Did not." "Did too." "Did not."

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"Did too, too, too," said Cupid, while sticking his tongue out. (Yeah, I know that's physically impossible, talking and sticking our tongues out at the same time, but hey, we're gods!) "Okay, that was mature," I said sarcastically. "Tell me what you did to them or else you won't live to regret it," he said menacingly. "If I told you, will you stop your whining?" I asked. "Yes," said Cupid, surprisingly calm. "Ok, then. I gave them both nightmares about each other so they would be afraid to go near the other." "You WHAT?!" yelled Cupid. "What are you trying to do, drive them apart?" "Ummm. duh," I said. Apparently, that wasn't what Cupid wanted to hear. He started to run after me with what sounded like a growl. I didn't wait around to see what would happen if he caught me. They don't call me Quicksilver for nothing! After chasing me around the room for a few times, he finally stopped and called a truce. He walked over to Hermione and looked at what she was writing. He then smiled and said: "You won't be able to drive them apart after what I've done." Well, that got me curious. When I looked at what Hermione was writing, I saw that she was writing what looked like a poem or something. "What has this got to do with Draco or the wager?" I asked. "You'll see, you'll see." said Cupid. "Whatever." I was getting bored. Cupid just went back to his chair and was started staring off into space. I was walking around the room, looking for something to do. "Please stop moving about, you're bothering me," he said. "But I'm bored!" I whined. "How could you be bored?! It's only been a few minutes since I tried to maim you." Suddenly, Hermione got dressed and left the room. "Hey, Cupid," I said, "Where do you think Hermione's going?" "The library" "How do you know that?" "Lucky guess. Where's Draco?" "I think he went to the library. too." I suddenly realized it. Uh oh.. "See you there!" said Cupid cheerfully and quickly left the room. "Oh no you won't." I muttered and set off to the library. Only thing is, I didn't know where it was. Once again, uh oh.

~*~ AN: A new chapter! Wow!! Chapter 5 already. my little story is growing up. Anyway, thanks to all the readers for reading and reviewing. One small request though, can you please stop suggesting a chapter or two from the POVs of Draco and Hermione?!? I've already told you guys, I'll write a whole fic with their POVs. Anyway (I say that a lot, don't I?), this fic was a bit weird, I was a bit hyper when I was typing this. Anyway, again, muchos gracias to McG and Rochelle (did I spell that right) for being my Beta and for illustrating my fic (in that order). Anyway, yet again, I have to go now, take care, and, if someone finds out who dies in HP 5, email me if it's Draco, please? I won't be able to get the book after some time, and I have nightmares where Draco gets killed off. Lame I know, but all the same.

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