Love is Only a Feeling
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 2
Hermione walked around with a huge smile on her face for the rest of the day. Harry and Ron were confused to say the least, but try as they might they couldn't get the reason out of Hermione. Eventually they gave up and started on their Potions homework. At Eight O'clock the affect of the potion on Hermione began to change, not seeing Draco since this morning, was making her love-sick, so she left the common room without a word and began to 'drift' around the corridors in search.
It was near the Astronomy Tower she found Draco again. Draco seemed to tense as he saw her, as though he was treating her with caution.
"My darling Malfoy," Hermione spluttered "Where were you? I missed you!" She then threw herself on his shoulders. 'Good, I made it right! God, how good am I??' Draco thought to himself.
"I know darling! It's been torture." Draco smirked as he said this. "Why not call me Draco from now on, hey?"
"Oh...oh...of course, I'm sorry." Hermione detached herself from Draco and looked into his eyes "Draco…" Then she launched into a passionate kiss.
Hermione and Draco then moved back into the Astronomy Tower, where they didn't reappear from until the early hours of the morning.
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For another week, the two met secretly at night, during free study periods and at lunchtimes. Hermione was, of course, acting completely under the influence of the potion, and for one week the real Hermione didn't have any idea of what she was doing. Her homework started to fall behind, but she still attended all her lessons, the detention from Snape and her meals. Draco Malfoy did not feel one dribble of guilt as he watched Hermione walk about completely under his control.
The next Thursday, however, Hermione woke up, stretched and yawned and began to get out of bed…she stopped mid-action. She suddenly got an image of Draco Malfoy's bedroom. She shuddered and wondered and if she was going mad. Then, as she was getting dressed, she got another image of Draco removing someone's clothes…her own!! Hermione hit herself and told her brain to stop being stupid…but then a hundred more memories flooded into her brain, and all the actions of the last week became clear and imprinted in her memory. A huge bubble of anger built up under her skull. She looked around the room at her four room mates, Lavender and Pavarti were always going on about how good looking Draco Malfoy was, did they know? Who knew? Harry…Ron? She threw her clothes on and ran out of the dormitory, flew down the stairs and out the common room. The Fat Lady shouted something about dangerous and running and corridors after her as she speeded down the hallway.
Hermione knew where she was going…the library, and to the only place Malfoy could have found a potion to give him the amount of control he had over her. She sneaked in, opened the restricted section with a simple spell and searched through the books in the 'potions' section. She has been here before, of course, in second year when she had "borrowed" 'Moste Potente Potions' but this time she didn't know what she was looking for, she knew it would be a potion book…obviously.
"Urgh!!" She muttered in frustration…she knew it was only a matter of time before someone walked in…it was almost six thirty, after all…
There were so many books that looked like they were full of dark magic…'think Hermione, think!'
'What did his room look like, come on...were there any books?' Hermione tried to think of his room again, and then it hit her…yes! There had been a book on his table…it was big and leather-bound, red maybe.
Hermione scanned the shelves again and again and again, maybe he hadn't brought it back? Then she saw something that looked red and leathery…she grabbed it and ran out the library.
When she arrived back at her room she threw it to the bottom of her trunk and covered it completely with her clothes. 'Malfoy you are in so much trouble'.
Double potions was not fun, but Hermione was pleased to see Malfoy wasn't there. She wondered if Malfoy knew she'd have snapped out of it.
Ron and Harry were happy Hermione was back to normal, but still confused. They of course, were not stupid and had seen that something was wrong. So after potions they asked her about it.
"Hermione, um…ya know last week. You were um; ya know a bit, ya know…mmm…hmm…ya know…" Ron tried to explain.
"Right, mmm...hmm…explains loads Ron, cheers. But, I think I know what you mean." Hermione smiled, she felt touched Harry and Ron had noticed she was a bit odd…and relieved they didn't know bout the Malfoy saga. "I was…" Hermione struggled for anything "sad."
"Sad??" Harry asked…slightly confused.
"Yeah…um…my mum's…err…cat died."
"Right…" Harry looked at Hermione with a bit of caution.
"Thanks for worrying guys…I'm sorry, it's just the cat was, ya know…really…cute and stuff." Hermione gave them both a quick hug before hurrying off.
"I hate Thursdays" Ron complained.
"I don't believe her." Harry was still staring after Hermione.
"Come on, mate. If she doesn't wanna tell us what's wrong, then far enough. Cats are cute. She's fine now."
"Ron, you can be so slow sometimes. Don't ya wanna check she's okay?" Harry pleaded.
"You know, Hermione, she'd only shout at us for butting our noses in…if she goes odd again, we'll check it out mate." Ron and Harry walked off to Lunch. But when they got to the great hall, Hermione wasn't there. She was in her dormitory looking through the book for anything helpful.
'Control potion' "No, it wouldn't make me fall in love…it would just make me do whatever he says."
'Love potion' "Wouldn't make me do whatever he says though, and it says it only lasts for 8 Hours"
'Section 7: Mixing spells' "NO! You can't, unless they're…" Hermione flicked to that page and read. It seemed you could, and Hermione had found what Malfoy had done. She slammed the book shut and hid it once again in her trunk. "MEN!!"
That night, Hermione wondered the corridors once again, this time she needed silence to think. 'Why would Draco Malfoy want to do something like this? She was 'Mudblood scum' and yet he'd given her something to make her willingly sleep with him. She was aware everyone in the castle would die to be in his bed. He was some sort of god to all the girls. His good looks oozed from every pore, so they said. But Hermione had never seen it, she saw him as a selfish, rich prick with a bad attitude and an evil father.
Then she saw him. Once again on the third corridor…what was so attractive about this place? Then Hermione had an idea, she giggled with glee, a small payback maybe. She walked towards him, he has his back turned to her and hadn't noticed anyone around. She draped her arms round his wide shoulders and whispered "Hey Draco…up so late?" Draco spun round.
'GOD!! How good am I? That potions still working…Thought she'd have come to by now…stupid Mudblood.' "Hey gorgeous, you okay" He gave her a quick peck on the lips. Hermione almost threw up.
"I'm fine, you?" Hermione asked sweetly "You had fun this last week?" Hermione moved closer to Draco until as much of their bodies were in contact…"Fun fucking around with me?? Hermione asked quietly before kneeing him hard in the groin. Draco fell to the floor immediately and doubled over in pain. After a few minutes of squirming Hermione got bored watching him in pain "Oh, try once in your life to stop being pathetic."
"Shit!! Granger that really hurt!" Draco whinged.
"Good…" Hermione contemplated doing it again, but didn't. "You are in so much trouble."
Author's Note
Hehe, thank you my three reviewers J awwwww I felt all smiley…Hehe,
I wouldn't worry burgundyred there is a good plot behind the story, and trust me at this stage in time Draco needs to be evil…just so at the end it's even better.
I have read your stories and I think they're great, I'm sorry I haven't reviewed them…I never know what to say really. I'll try though J
Thankyou xx