A/N - Hey, thankyou to all the people who gave me ideas on what to make
Draco do (I love telling them to do stuff!). If you read on you will find
out what he will do . . . . Mwahahaha . . . . evil.
Disclaimer - You know by now . . . I don't own any of the characters, or the settings.
Chapter 10
Draco sat on his bed; he had kicked everyone out of his room and was enjoying the peace and quiet. For about the tenth time he thanked Merlin that his dad was rich and powerful, otherwise he would have had to share a dormitory with all the other Slytherin boys. He loved his privacy and his little luxuries and there was no way he was going to give them up, even to come to Hogwarts. He looked around his room taking in all the things that he owned and feeling proud of all of them.
His bed, which he was sitting on, was a beautiful wooden four-poster with emerald green silk sheets, pillows and covers. He loved the colour green and that was how he knew that he was going to be in Slytherin before even coming to the school, his father and his fathers' line had all been in Slytherin for as long as anyone could remember and Draco wished to be no different. Everything in his room was silver, wood or green. He looked at his cupboards next, filled with all his clothes, all in a meticulously neat order. They were made of wood, with silver edgings and his fathers' crest carved in to the doors, the crest was also in the headboard of his bed and in his desk. He let his eyes wander to his desk, which took pride of place in his room. A real smile crept on to his face when he thought about his desk. His mother had given it to him; she had had it made especially for him. It had the Malfoy crest carved into it and also his name.
Draco sighed and looked at the piece of parchment lying in front of him. He was trying to think of something he could do to get back at Snape, but he couldn't; there was nothing that he could think of that he could do to hurt Snape. Not without writing to his father, and Draco didn't want to do that, he didn't want the attention of his father at all. He had thought of publicly humiliation Snape or maybe killing him, but that wouldn't just get him a fail in potions, it would get him expelled, his father would not be happy with him then. His mother . . . he looked across to the desk and remembered the spell she had had woven into it, without his father knowing.
Draco stood up slowly, then went and sat at the desk. He ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the top, and then started to chant,
"By the blood of my mother, I need a hint a clue, by the bond I share with her, tell me what I should do."
He waited for a while then noticed that the top of the desk was moving, he shoved all of the paper and books off his desk and stared at it, the grain in the wood had moved, the patterns changing into a word:
HERMIONE
Draco didn't know what that meant, but when he thought about it he realised that Snape must value her. It all made sense then, the Quidditch game, the potions lessons. But what can I do to her? His hand was laying on the top of the desk, over the word 'Hermione' and he didn't realise that he had asked the question out loud. The desk started to move under his hand and he jumped back, startled. One of the drawers opened, he reached in and took out a necklace, a simple silver chain with a circular shaped pendant, its centre was a swirling green mist. Draco looked back at the desk to understand, he read the inscription that had appeared on the top of the desk, as he read it a smirk came over his features.
THE ONE WHO WEARS THIS CHARM WILL SICKEN, WEAKEN AND DIE. THE POISON OF HATE WILL INFECT THEIR BODY, SOUL AND SPIRIT, BUT IF THE CHARM LEAVES THE SKIN, IT WILL FAIL.
Now that Draco knew what the charm could do, he just wondered how to give Hermione her 'present'.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione pulled away from Snapes' embrace with an embarrassed grin. Her lips were throbbing with the passion of his kisses, she tried to smooth down her mussed-up hair to hide her embarrassment, she ran her hands through it a couple of times, it didn't work. She was startled to hear Snape laugh behind her, and she was momentarily angered by it.
"Why are you laughing at me, is this just a game for you?"
"No, Hermione, far from it. I just find it amusing that you are trying to improve your appearance, when it is quite clear to me that you are the most beautiful thing in creation."
Hermione blushed at his compliment, but didn't turn around because she didn't want him to see. When she finally did look back, he was gone.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry and Ron, who had just read the letter that had dropped out of Hermione's robes, were sitting in silence at a table in the corner of the Gryffindor commonroom.
"Well, that about ruins the euphoria about winning the match today," moaned Ron, "Why can't the potion be normal and get weaker over time, instead of stronger?"
"At least it explains what happened at the match." Harry looked thoughtful.
"What are you talking about, we won tat match, fair and square and you know it!" Ron was always quick to anger over anyone cheating at anything, especially Quidditch.
"Well, you know Snape would never have called that foul, he is the head of Slytherin for Merlins' sake. If he hadn't been affected by that potion, he would never let us win that game."
"Uh, Harry, I don't follow."
"Hermione, he did it for Hermione."
"Oh, I get what you mean now."
They both lapsed into silence again and waited for Hermione to return from the potions classroom. They didn't have to wait very long though; they saw her enter the room from the secret passage behind the Fat Lady's portrait. She looked shaken and confused. Her face was white and her hands were shaking badly. Harry quickly walked over to her and lead her back to where he and Ron were sitting, he pulled out a chair for her and when she sat down he looked at Ron, their eyes met and both were filled with concern.
"'Mione?" Ron asked timidly, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Hermione's voice wasn't very steady and Harry instantly knew she was lying, "Really, there is nothing wrong."
Ron didn't pick up on it, "Oh, that's good then, but you look terrible." Hermione started to cry and Harry could have killed him.
"Ron, leave," Harry glared at his friend, "NOW!"
"Uh," Ron realised he had done something wrong, "I'll just go and . . . uh study."
Ron walked over and joined Dean and Seamus who were, rather energetically, replaying their version of the Quidditch game. Harry wiped the tears away from Hermione's cheeks.
"Hermione," Harry wondered how to ask his question, "I know something is wrong and I know that it had something to do with your detention. Please, tell me what is wrong."
"I just can't stand being near him anymore."
"Did he make a move on you? If he did I will kill him." Harry was instantly afraid for Hermione.
"No, it's not that," Hermione couldn't bring herself to tell Harry the truth, "It's just I want him to be free of that potion. Do you think it will wear off in time?"
"So, you didn't read it then?"
"Read what?"
"The letter for me, it fell out of your robes when you were going to detention." Harry showed her the scroll, but not the contents.
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry, I meant to give it to you after the game, it was on the desk, a school owl bought it after you had left," Hermione looked at his expression, "Why, what is in it?"
"It is from Snape, he knows he is under the effects of a potion, it tells us that the potion grows stronger with time, not weaker."
"No."
"Don't worry, me and Ron got you into this and we will get you out of it, even if I have to drag him kicking and screaming," Hermione smiled and Harry went on, "You are one of my best friends, you know that I will get you out of this."
"Thankyou," Hermione remembered Ron's earlier comment, "I don't really look terrible though, do I?"
"You never could, I think Ron is going blind."
Hermione grinned at him and went up to her bed to think about what had happened that day.
* * * * * * * * * *
Back in the commonroom Ron and Harry were talking about what they could do about the problem of Snape.
"This 'situation' thing the letter mentions, what were you thinking of when we were making the potion?"
"I know!" Ron looked happy, then his face fell, "I was thinking about winning the Quidditch match, but that can't have worked because we did win and he is still potionized."
"Ha-ha," Harry laughed, "Is potionized even a word? Anyway who are we going to go to for help this time, we can't really go to any of the professors."
"Maybe Hagrid could help."
* * * * * * * * * *
Snape looked at himself in the mirror, "What happened?" He had asked himself that many times. He knew he wasn't under the effects of the potion anymore, he knew that as soon as he had announced that Gryffindor won.
"Weasley!" He could have slapped himself, "Of course, all that boy thinks about it Quidditch."
Snape splashed cold water on his face and then groaned at the swelling in his pants. He hadn't wanted to leave her there alone, but he couldn't let her see. He turned on his shower and then stepped into it, it was freezing. He knew the potion was gone from his system, its effects ended.
So why did he still love her?
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A/N - Ok, that was a little longer than I expected . . . I promise you wont have to wait as long for the next chapter . . . please review and tell me what you think of Draco's plan . . . I also promise there will be more evident feelings from Hermione next chapter. Zel
Disclaimer - You know by now . . . I don't own any of the characters, or the settings.
Chapter 10
Draco sat on his bed; he had kicked everyone out of his room and was enjoying the peace and quiet. For about the tenth time he thanked Merlin that his dad was rich and powerful, otherwise he would have had to share a dormitory with all the other Slytherin boys. He loved his privacy and his little luxuries and there was no way he was going to give them up, even to come to Hogwarts. He looked around his room taking in all the things that he owned and feeling proud of all of them.
His bed, which he was sitting on, was a beautiful wooden four-poster with emerald green silk sheets, pillows and covers. He loved the colour green and that was how he knew that he was going to be in Slytherin before even coming to the school, his father and his fathers' line had all been in Slytherin for as long as anyone could remember and Draco wished to be no different. Everything in his room was silver, wood or green. He looked at his cupboards next, filled with all his clothes, all in a meticulously neat order. They were made of wood, with silver edgings and his fathers' crest carved in to the doors, the crest was also in the headboard of his bed and in his desk. He let his eyes wander to his desk, which took pride of place in his room. A real smile crept on to his face when he thought about his desk. His mother had given it to him; she had had it made especially for him. It had the Malfoy crest carved into it and also his name.
Draco sighed and looked at the piece of parchment lying in front of him. He was trying to think of something he could do to get back at Snape, but he couldn't; there was nothing that he could think of that he could do to hurt Snape. Not without writing to his father, and Draco didn't want to do that, he didn't want the attention of his father at all. He had thought of publicly humiliation Snape or maybe killing him, but that wouldn't just get him a fail in potions, it would get him expelled, his father would not be happy with him then. His mother . . . he looked across to the desk and remembered the spell she had had woven into it, without his father knowing.
Draco stood up slowly, then went and sat at the desk. He ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the top, and then started to chant,
"By the blood of my mother, I need a hint a clue, by the bond I share with her, tell me what I should do."
He waited for a while then noticed that the top of the desk was moving, he shoved all of the paper and books off his desk and stared at it, the grain in the wood had moved, the patterns changing into a word:
HERMIONE
Draco didn't know what that meant, but when he thought about it he realised that Snape must value her. It all made sense then, the Quidditch game, the potions lessons. But what can I do to her? His hand was laying on the top of the desk, over the word 'Hermione' and he didn't realise that he had asked the question out loud. The desk started to move under his hand and he jumped back, startled. One of the drawers opened, he reached in and took out a necklace, a simple silver chain with a circular shaped pendant, its centre was a swirling green mist. Draco looked back at the desk to understand, he read the inscription that had appeared on the top of the desk, as he read it a smirk came over his features.
THE ONE WHO WEARS THIS CHARM WILL SICKEN, WEAKEN AND DIE. THE POISON OF HATE WILL INFECT THEIR BODY, SOUL AND SPIRIT, BUT IF THE CHARM LEAVES THE SKIN, IT WILL FAIL.
Now that Draco knew what the charm could do, he just wondered how to give Hermione her 'present'.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione pulled away from Snapes' embrace with an embarrassed grin. Her lips were throbbing with the passion of his kisses, she tried to smooth down her mussed-up hair to hide her embarrassment, she ran her hands through it a couple of times, it didn't work. She was startled to hear Snape laugh behind her, and she was momentarily angered by it.
"Why are you laughing at me, is this just a game for you?"
"No, Hermione, far from it. I just find it amusing that you are trying to improve your appearance, when it is quite clear to me that you are the most beautiful thing in creation."
Hermione blushed at his compliment, but didn't turn around because she didn't want him to see. When she finally did look back, he was gone.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry and Ron, who had just read the letter that had dropped out of Hermione's robes, were sitting in silence at a table in the corner of the Gryffindor commonroom.
"Well, that about ruins the euphoria about winning the match today," moaned Ron, "Why can't the potion be normal and get weaker over time, instead of stronger?"
"At least it explains what happened at the match." Harry looked thoughtful.
"What are you talking about, we won tat match, fair and square and you know it!" Ron was always quick to anger over anyone cheating at anything, especially Quidditch.
"Well, you know Snape would never have called that foul, he is the head of Slytherin for Merlins' sake. If he hadn't been affected by that potion, he would never let us win that game."
"Uh, Harry, I don't follow."
"Hermione, he did it for Hermione."
"Oh, I get what you mean now."
They both lapsed into silence again and waited for Hermione to return from the potions classroom. They didn't have to wait very long though; they saw her enter the room from the secret passage behind the Fat Lady's portrait. She looked shaken and confused. Her face was white and her hands were shaking badly. Harry quickly walked over to her and lead her back to where he and Ron were sitting, he pulled out a chair for her and when she sat down he looked at Ron, their eyes met and both were filled with concern.
"'Mione?" Ron asked timidly, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Hermione's voice wasn't very steady and Harry instantly knew she was lying, "Really, there is nothing wrong."
Ron didn't pick up on it, "Oh, that's good then, but you look terrible." Hermione started to cry and Harry could have killed him.
"Ron, leave," Harry glared at his friend, "NOW!"
"Uh," Ron realised he had done something wrong, "I'll just go and . . . uh study."
Ron walked over and joined Dean and Seamus who were, rather energetically, replaying their version of the Quidditch game. Harry wiped the tears away from Hermione's cheeks.
"Hermione," Harry wondered how to ask his question, "I know something is wrong and I know that it had something to do with your detention. Please, tell me what is wrong."
"I just can't stand being near him anymore."
"Did he make a move on you? If he did I will kill him." Harry was instantly afraid for Hermione.
"No, it's not that," Hermione couldn't bring herself to tell Harry the truth, "It's just I want him to be free of that potion. Do you think it will wear off in time?"
"So, you didn't read it then?"
"Read what?"
"The letter for me, it fell out of your robes when you were going to detention." Harry showed her the scroll, but not the contents.
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry, I meant to give it to you after the game, it was on the desk, a school owl bought it after you had left," Hermione looked at his expression, "Why, what is in it?"
"It is from Snape, he knows he is under the effects of a potion, it tells us that the potion grows stronger with time, not weaker."
"No."
"Don't worry, me and Ron got you into this and we will get you out of it, even if I have to drag him kicking and screaming," Hermione smiled and Harry went on, "You are one of my best friends, you know that I will get you out of this."
"Thankyou," Hermione remembered Ron's earlier comment, "I don't really look terrible though, do I?"
"You never could, I think Ron is going blind."
Hermione grinned at him and went up to her bed to think about what had happened that day.
* * * * * * * * * *
Back in the commonroom Ron and Harry were talking about what they could do about the problem of Snape.
"This 'situation' thing the letter mentions, what were you thinking of when we were making the potion?"
"I know!" Ron looked happy, then his face fell, "I was thinking about winning the Quidditch match, but that can't have worked because we did win and he is still potionized."
"Ha-ha," Harry laughed, "Is potionized even a word? Anyway who are we going to go to for help this time, we can't really go to any of the professors."
"Maybe Hagrid could help."
* * * * * * * * * *
Snape looked at himself in the mirror, "What happened?" He had asked himself that many times. He knew he wasn't under the effects of the potion anymore, he knew that as soon as he had announced that Gryffindor won.
"Weasley!" He could have slapped himself, "Of course, all that boy thinks about it Quidditch."
Snape splashed cold water on his face and then groaned at the swelling in his pants. He hadn't wanted to leave her there alone, but he couldn't let her see. He turned on his shower and then stepped into it, it was freezing. He knew the potion was gone from his system, its effects ended.
So why did he still love her?
* * * * * * * * * *
A/N - Ok, that was a little longer than I expected . . . I promise you wont have to wait as long for the next chapter . . . please review and tell me what you think of Draco's plan . . . I also promise there will be more evident feelings from Hermione next chapter. Zel