Disclaimer - The characters depicted in the following chapter are not owned
by me. But for now they have to do my bidding - Mwahahaha. By the way, I do
own . . Matt, but he wont be making any appearances in this chappy.
A/N - I have been told by several people *glares at Julez* who have been quite nice *sniggerz* to tell me that I have got Hagrids accent wrong . . . I know this. I wrote it like that. So I am sorry for all of you *looks pointedly at Julez* who don't like it. As alwayz *hugs my reviewers* thankyou for reviewing *grinz*! Oh, and to DarkFire - I'm sorry, but that doesn't happen until later :( . But I hope you like this one!!
Chapter Five
"You did WHAT?!?!" Hermione was, quite understandingly, extremely pissed off, "Do you two try to make my life miserable, or does it come naturally?"
"Hermione, we didn't mean it, we weren't even trying to make a love potion." Harry, wasn't very happy about him having to explain everything to Hermione, even though it was his idea in the first place.
"You mean, you didn't do it on purpose?" Hermione found it hard to believe.
"No, we were trying to make a fondness potion, we know how hard Snape is on you and we wanted to make up for you getting in so much trouble over our prank the other day." Harry was still shocked that the potion could have gone so wrong.
"'Mione we would never do anything like that to you! I mean, the complications are just . . too disgusting to even think about!" Ron screwed up his face as he thought of the 'complications'.
Hermione looked from one of the boys to the other. In Harry she saw the instinctive truthfulness she loved so much and in Ron, the will and wish to please, protect not harm. It was what had drawn her to him when they first met, all that time ago.
She decided if they said it was an accident, it was. She hugged them both.
"Well," She said a little reproachfully "You could have told me when you first did it."
"We only did it tonight though." Hermione was a little disbelieving. If they had only done it tonight, why had Snape been 'nice' to her all week?
"My mistake, how are we going to get out of this one?" Harry and Ron just looked relieved that she didn't hate them.
"Uh, we'll figure it out, don't worry." But this just made Hermione worry all the more.
* * * * * * * * * *
Not 'her', please, not 'know-it-all' Granger.
Snape was thinking about what had just happened. During the detention with that student, he had realised his true feelings for her.
He was in love.
It felt so good to love somebody again. He felt as if he could float away, but then he remembered who it was that made him feel that way.
Granger.
And really, it wasn't likely that she would ever feel the same way for him, good god, he was old enough to be her father! She was just a student, and he didn't really think she would be willing to speak to him one on one. He tried to analyse how long he had felt that way and realised that it was only in tonights detention that he had.
He frowned, what had he eaten that day?
He stopped frowning a couple of minutes later and stalked down to the kitchen. Of course his robes billowed out behind him in that trademark way he was so famous for.
* * * * * * * * * *
Fifteen minutes later he was back in his rooms with a quill in his hand and a piece of parchment in front of him. He had decided that he had better write to those two boys and tell them what they had done, be it accidental or on purpose. He dismissed the latter because it was obvious that they could not know what they were doing with that feather.
He sighed, why did they always manage to stuff everything up! Oh well, he had better write this while he was in control of his facilities.
Potter (he began writing) I know what you have done. And how you have done it. If I wasn't so furious with you I would congratulate you on your sneakiness, getting a stupid house else to administer that potion to me in my drink was quite Slytherin - ish of you. Think of what you could have achieved if you had gone into Slytherin, you would be a different person, then again, the world would be quite different. However, as that is the only part of your little plan that worked, I can tell you are a natural Gryffindor. There are a few things about that potion you have given me that you will need to know to get it off me. The first thing is that I am an animagi, but I am sure you would have figured that out for yourself, even that fool Longbottom would be able to. That means that the potion would have been changed to a love potion. Although not a potent one. What will make it potent is the fact that the recipient has to have feelings for the person already. Which I have. Not in that way though, over the past week I have developed a feeling of pity for Granger. Pity that she has you two BLUNDERING FOOLS for 'friends'. I also doubt that you would be smart enough to add the situation, or the words that will break the charm. Potter, you had better hurry up, this potion only grows stronger as it continues, not weaker. Professor Snape.
There, that should do it. Snape smiled to himself, Ok, so he wasn't exactly telling the truth, but no-one would need to ever know that.
"I really hope they can find the antidote" He said aloud, then he laughed and threw the book he had open on his desk into the fire.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was almost the end of Divination, Harry and Ron had spent the whole time predicting how they were going to die. Of course this was going to happen in the next month or so. They were having a great time, in front of each of them there was a sheet of ways to die.
Ron: Drowned by the lake monster Being shot with a muggle gun. Burnt at the stake.
Harry: Eaten alive by wild savages. Losing a wizards duel with Malfoy. Dying in a particularly hard Quidditch match.
As you can see, Ron was the more imaginative of the two. Harry had spent most of the time thinking of ways to get that damned charm of Hermione and a whole ten minutes explaining to Ron how a muggle gun worked.
Professor Trelawney told them to pack up. Harry and Ron were in a hurry to leave, but the professor glided up to them as they were carefully wrapping up their crystal balls.
"Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, just the wizards I wanted to see."
"Umm, yes Professor, it is us, but we are in a bit of a hurry." Ron didn't want to talk to her, he didn't really like her. He was also hoping this wasn't anything to do with his grades.
"Well boys, if you would kindly follow me, I don't think this will take up too much of your time." With that she started to walk away, Harry and Ron didn't know what to do, so they followed her.
"Professor, do you mind telling us why you want to see us?" Harry wasn't as paranoid as Ron, but he was still worried.
"Don't worry," The professor said after reading their glances, "It isn't anything to do with your grades. It's about a 'vision' I have had repeatedly. It involves you, so I thought you might like to see it."
"Probably how we are going to die horribly" Ron whispered.
They had just reached the professors room, she turned and replied, "Don't worry. It isn't anything like that. In fact it has to do with you two and a certain professor and there isn't any dying in it."
They both turned as red as Rons hair, but she just grinned at them and walked into her rooms.
A/N - I have been told by several people *glares at Julez* who have been quite nice *sniggerz* to tell me that I have got Hagrids accent wrong . . . I know this. I wrote it like that. So I am sorry for all of you *looks pointedly at Julez* who don't like it. As alwayz *hugs my reviewers* thankyou for reviewing *grinz*! Oh, and to DarkFire - I'm sorry, but that doesn't happen until later :( . But I hope you like this one!!
Chapter Five
"You did WHAT?!?!" Hermione was, quite understandingly, extremely pissed off, "Do you two try to make my life miserable, or does it come naturally?"
"Hermione, we didn't mean it, we weren't even trying to make a love potion." Harry, wasn't very happy about him having to explain everything to Hermione, even though it was his idea in the first place.
"You mean, you didn't do it on purpose?" Hermione found it hard to believe.
"No, we were trying to make a fondness potion, we know how hard Snape is on you and we wanted to make up for you getting in so much trouble over our prank the other day." Harry was still shocked that the potion could have gone so wrong.
"'Mione we would never do anything like that to you! I mean, the complications are just . . too disgusting to even think about!" Ron screwed up his face as he thought of the 'complications'.
Hermione looked from one of the boys to the other. In Harry she saw the instinctive truthfulness she loved so much and in Ron, the will and wish to please, protect not harm. It was what had drawn her to him when they first met, all that time ago.
She decided if they said it was an accident, it was. She hugged them both.
"Well," She said a little reproachfully "You could have told me when you first did it."
"We only did it tonight though." Hermione was a little disbelieving. If they had only done it tonight, why had Snape been 'nice' to her all week?
"My mistake, how are we going to get out of this one?" Harry and Ron just looked relieved that she didn't hate them.
"Uh, we'll figure it out, don't worry." But this just made Hermione worry all the more.
* * * * * * * * * *
Not 'her', please, not 'know-it-all' Granger.
Snape was thinking about what had just happened. During the detention with that student, he had realised his true feelings for her.
He was in love.
It felt so good to love somebody again. He felt as if he could float away, but then he remembered who it was that made him feel that way.
Granger.
And really, it wasn't likely that she would ever feel the same way for him, good god, he was old enough to be her father! She was just a student, and he didn't really think she would be willing to speak to him one on one. He tried to analyse how long he had felt that way and realised that it was only in tonights detention that he had.
He frowned, what had he eaten that day?
He stopped frowning a couple of minutes later and stalked down to the kitchen. Of course his robes billowed out behind him in that trademark way he was so famous for.
* * * * * * * * * *
Fifteen minutes later he was back in his rooms with a quill in his hand and a piece of parchment in front of him. He had decided that he had better write to those two boys and tell them what they had done, be it accidental or on purpose. He dismissed the latter because it was obvious that they could not know what they were doing with that feather.
He sighed, why did they always manage to stuff everything up! Oh well, he had better write this while he was in control of his facilities.
Potter (he began writing) I know what you have done. And how you have done it. If I wasn't so furious with you I would congratulate you on your sneakiness, getting a stupid house else to administer that potion to me in my drink was quite Slytherin - ish of you. Think of what you could have achieved if you had gone into Slytherin, you would be a different person, then again, the world would be quite different. However, as that is the only part of your little plan that worked, I can tell you are a natural Gryffindor. There are a few things about that potion you have given me that you will need to know to get it off me. The first thing is that I am an animagi, but I am sure you would have figured that out for yourself, even that fool Longbottom would be able to. That means that the potion would have been changed to a love potion. Although not a potent one. What will make it potent is the fact that the recipient has to have feelings for the person already. Which I have. Not in that way though, over the past week I have developed a feeling of pity for Granger. Pity that she has you two BLUNDERING FOOLS for 'friends'. I also doubt that you would be smart enough to add the situation, or the words that will break the charm. Potter, you had better hurry up, this potion only grows stronger as it continues, not weaker. Professor Snape.
There, that should do it. Snape smiled to himself, Ok, so he wasn't exactly telling the truth, but no-one would need to ever know that.
"I really hope they can find the antidote" He said aloud, then he laughed and threw the book he had open on his desk into the fire.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was almost the end of Divination, Harry and Ron had spent the whole time predicting how they were going to die. Of course this was going to happen in the next month or so. They were having a great time, in front of each of them there was a sheet of ways to die.
Ron: Drowned by the lake monster Being shot with a muggle gun. Burnt at the stake.
Harry: Eaten alive by wild savages. Losing a wizards duel with Malfoy. Dying in a particularly hard Quidditch match.
As you can see, Ron was the more imaginative of the two. Harry had spent most of the time thinking of ways to get that damned charm of Hermione and a whole ten minutes explaining to Ron how a muggle gun worked.
Professor Trelawney told them to pack up. Harry and Ron were in a hurry to leave, but the professor glided up to them as they were carefully wrapping up their crystal balls.
"Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, just the wizards I wanted to see."
"Umm, yes Professor, it is us, but we are in a bit of a hurry." Ron didn't want to talk to her, he didn't really like her. He was also hoping this wasn't anything to do with his grades.
"Well boys, if you would kindly follow me, I don't think this will take up too much of your time." With that she started to walk away, Harry and Ron didn't know what to do, so they followed her.
"Professor, do you mind telling us why you want to see us?" Harry wasn't as paranoid as Ron, but he was still worried.
"Don't worry," The professor said after reading their glances, "It isn't anything to do with your grades. It's about a 'vision' I have had repeatedly. It involves you, so I thought you might like to see it."
"Probably how we are going to die horribly" Ron whispered.
They had just reached the professors room, she turned and replied, "Don't worry. It isn't anything like that. In fact it has to do with you two and a certain professor and there isn't any dying in it."
They both turned as red as Rons hair, but she just grinned at them and walked into her rooms.