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A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews, there are awesome and I love reading them and I love all the ideas! : )
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ON WITH THE STORY:
Hermione couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest; even if it was just the potion. Maybe she was wrong about this valentine thing; she wouldn't have to dwell on it for too long. She couldn't wait for their next task.
The portkey took them to another very familiar classroom. The classroom was currently home to Professor McGonagall. Unlike Snape, she didn't act or even show the slightest bit of surprise when she saw the two appear.
"Welcome to transfiguration, you may both take a seat. This task is quiet simple and so far everyone has enjoyed it," said McGonagall in a very fast monotone voice.
Hermione noticed that her cauldron was boiling with what looked like some sort of pinkish potion. She prayed that it wasn't another love potion. She wasn't even sure if she was over the last one.
"The potion is complete, now you both may take a portion and-" Professor McGonagall was cut short
"Is it another love potion," Harry asked timidly.
"Dear me, I must have forgotten. This task is designed, well, I can't quiet tell you right now, but you will find out the effects in time. It's better if you two just take the potion; relax for a few minutes and then I will explain."
"So we don't have to brew a potion, we just sit and let the potion take affect?" Hermione asked. This was sounding far too easy.
"Well, I haven't been truthful. I've been having trouble with a few of the groups. Many students have been offended and their egos have greatly plummeted. I wasn't sure if I should continue, but since I have nothing else planned, I may as well carry out. It would be shameful to waste such a potion. It took me nearly seven months to collect the ingredients!" Professor McGonagall continued to ramble on and finally stopped herself and advised the two to drink up.
Hermione looked at the potion. The potion was thicker than the love potion and seemed to have a lot of chunks in it.
"Are you sure you brewed this well enough professor," asked Hermione.
"Indeed I did," said McGonagall as she continued to mess with the potion. "I'm going to try and make it-" Professor McGonagall seemed to catch herself, "less negative."
Hermione felt utterly confused. She turned to Harry and he still looked as if the love potion was still in effect. She couldn't read his face at all. It just looked erased.
"Now that I have explained everything that I need to explain; drink up, I know it will disagree with your taste buds but drink anyway."
Hermione took her glass, shook it around and took five big gulps. She still had less than half left but the potion was so revolting that she almost spit out the potion that she had consumed.
She turned to look at Harry but he still had a blank look on his face.
"You'll need to drink your potion Mr. Potter in order to pass the task," snapped Professor McGonagall.
Harry jumped from the stinginess in McGonagall's voice and seeming to remember what was going on; drank his potion and looked highly embarrassed.
"Now that you two have completed most of the task you may just sit back, no talking is allowed. I will be reading so if I hear a peep out of you then you will be disqualified." There seemed to be a tone of harshness in Professor McGonagall's voice.
Hermione sat back and let her mind wonder. She looked out of the large window behind McGonagall's desk and imagined herself flying on a broom with Harry. She let out a sigh.
Professor McGonagall put her book down and eyed Hermione only to then pick up where she left off.
What is McGonagall doing? What kind of task is this, there has so far been no point to it except drink some sort of old churned milk. If this were class I would laugh, I've never seen any Professor act so disorganized. Except for Lockhart but he was good looking.
She once again looked out the window. She imagined her self on the famous firebolt, Harry's arms rapped around her waist. She could almost feel the breeze on her hair.
I dream too much. I need to start living.
Again Hermione let out another sigh. This time it was more of a depressed sigh. Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to look up.
I wonder what Harry's thinking, probably nothing at all. That love potion seems to have him in some sort of dazed state. Maybe he's allergic. I've never read about anybody being allergic to a love potion. Maybe I'd better look it up when this whole task thing is over with.
Hermione glanced at Harry once more.
Wow. I never noticed how bright his eyes are. I wish my eyes weren't so dull.
She couldn't help but think about Harry. He was extremely attractive (to her anyway) and he had the sweetest smile and brightest eyes she had ever seen. She wanted to kiss him again. She knew she wasn't under the influence of the potion anymore; or maybe it was having a lasting effect on her. It didn't matter; all she knew was that she was in more love than she was before.
I should kiss him right now! ARE YOU CRAZY, her other side of the brain would say.
Whoa, I think I now have conscious... That's weird. Where were you when I needed you!
Her brain kept flooding with thoughts. It felt weird that professor McGonagall was wasting so much time.
Hmm. That must be one heck of a book. I better look out for it in the library.
"Alright, times up. Now I will explain what potion you just took and what effect it had."
Hermione lifted her head and so did Harry.
"You both just took a thought switching potion. In a matter of minutes the thoughts that ran through your head will be exported to the nearest person near you. In that case, you two will switch thoughts. I added an extra ingredient to the potion so that it would actually inspire your brain to think. I noticed at first that a lot of students have very blank minds. You will be happy to know, that I did not add any pinch of a love potion so it is not my fault if you only get thoughts of quidditch, books, or other people for that matter. Well it seems about time for your thoughts to exchange, I'm just going to finish up this book, it should probably only take a matter of minutes for the thoughts to flow. After that, I guess I will have to let you two move on, with hopefully a better relationship at hand. You wouldn't believe some of the students I've had today," said McGonagall.
At once Hermione started to hear Harry's voice in her own head. It was extremely odd and she even got images. First it was of the potion that they had taken and thoughts of how disgusting it tasted and looked. That made her laugh but then it started to get serious.
Arrrg, I can't stop thinking about her. Immediately Hermione's heart rate increased. She keeps popping up in my head! It won't go away. I must be crazy, but I know it's not the love potion.
Hermione saw a brief flash of picture, she couldn't make it out but it looked a little like her.
I know I should just act on how I feel but I'll just make a fool of myself. I don't want to look like Ron, I don't want to let it all go, I don't know what I'd do if I did. I feel I have to do something, anything to get her attention. Ron did that all the time, he acted first and didn't think, yeah and I know how much good that did him.
Hermione felt like she was hearing and seeing one big puzzle. She couldn't quiet put the pieces together. She had a vague idea about what he was talking about but she didn't want to jump to conclusions.
Her face is so beautiful. Her body is amazing. I just want to run my fingers through her fair and stare forever in her eyes. They look like never ending pools of tiger-eye...
On and on the thoughts went. Hermione wasn't stupid and she caught on fast. He's talking about a girl, some girl, Harry's madly in love with her. Hermione felt a sinking pain in her stomach. She wanted to know who it was so badly, but then again she didn't. She couldn't stop the thoughts so she just sat back and listened.
I love her so much. I knew I did before but I didn't want to bring it up, I didn't want it to be true. Ron loves here too. If Ron found out.if voldemort found out.
Who does Ron like? Hermione felt outraged that Ron hadn't told her. They usually shared everything. But of course she wasn't allowed in the boys dormitories. That was the place where secrets were exchanged.
I have to tell her. I have to do something now! I can't wait forever. I'll tell her after this task. What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she didn't want to kiss you at all? What if that was the love potion? Why can't I just tell Hermione that I love her?
Hermione's heart stopped beating. It was her. She was the one who he was talking about. She felt breathless. Nothing could explain how she felt. It was the ultimate high for her. She just found out that Harry loves her. He must know I feel the same if he hears my thoughts.and sees them. She felt her cheeks go red. She had fantasized about herself with Harry on his firebolt.
Oh god, I'm such a loser.
Hermione blushed several times before she looked up and saw Harry blushing. Her thoughts apparently were still flowing and she hoped he wasn't thinking about the broom ride. She felt so ridiculous.
Harry loves you he won't care. YEAH BUT I DO.
Her new conscious didn't seem to be helping either
A/N: more chapters are in the making! Please review! Will they both admit their true feelings now that they already know? We'll see. Sort of a cliffhanger. Oh and tiger-eye is a stone. Just in case you didn't know! REVIEW- thankies!
A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews, there are awesome and I love reading them and I love all the ideas! : )
metsmaniac2ks: thanks for the awesome ideas! Couldn't have dunnit without cha!
ON WITH THE STORY:
Hermione couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest; even if it was just the potion. Maybe she was wrong about this valentine thing; she wouldn't have to dwell on it for too long. She couldn't wait for their next task.
The portkey took them to another very familiar classroom. The classroom was currently home to Professor McGonagall. Unlike Snape, she didn't act or even show the slightest bit of surprise when she saw the two appear.
"Welcome to transfiguration, you may both take a seat. This task is quiet simple and so far everyone has enjoyed it," said McGonagall in a very fast monotone voice.
Hermione noticed that her cauldron was boiling with what looked like some sort of pinkish potion. She prayed that it wasn't another love potion. She wasn't even sure if she was over the last one.
"The potion is complete, now you both may take a portion and-" Professor McGonagall was cut short
"Is it another love potion," Harry asked timidly.
"Dear me, I must have forgotten. This task is designed, well, I can't quiet tell you right now, but you will find out the effects in time. It's better if you two just take the potion; relax for a few minutes and then I will explain."
"So we don't have to brew a potion, we just sit and let the potion take affect?" Hermione asked. This was sounding far too easy.
"Well, I haven't been truthful. I've been having trouble with a few of the groups. Many students have been offended and their egos have greatly plummeted. I wasn't sure if I should continue, but since I have nothing else planned, I may as well carry out. It would be shameful to waste such a potion. It took me nearly seven months to collect the ingredients!" Professor McGonagall continued to ramble on and finally stopped herself and advised the two to drink up.
Hermione looked at the potion. The potion was thicker than the love potion and seemed to have a lot of chunks in it.
"Are you sure you brewed this well enough professor," asked Hermione.
"Indeed I did," said McGonagall as she continued to mess with the potion. "I'm going to try and make it-" Professor McGonagall seemed to catch herself, "less negative."
Hermione felt utterly confused. She turned to Harry and he still looked as if the love potion was still in effect. She couldn't read his face at all. It just looked erased.
"Now that I have explained everything that I need to explain; drink up, I know it will disagree with your taste buds but drink anyway."
Hermione took her glass, shook it around and took five big gulps. She still had less than half left but the potion was so revolting that she almost spit out the potion that she had consumed.
She turned to look at Harry but he still had a blank look on his face.
"You'll need to drink your potion Mr. Potter in order to pass the task," snapped Professor McGonagall.
Harry jumped from the stinginess in McGonagall's voice and seeming to remember what was going on; drank his potion and looked highly embarrassed.
"Now that you two have completed most of the task you may just sit back, no talking is allowed. I will be reading so if I hear a peep out of you then you will be disqualified." There seemed to be a tone of harshness in Professor McGonagall's voice.
Hermione sat back and let her mind wonder. She looked out of the large window behind McGonagall's desk and imagined herself flying on a broom with Harry. She let out a sigh.
Professor McGonagall put her book down and eyed Hermione only to then pick up where she left off.
What is McGonagall doing? What kind of task is this, there has so far been no point to it except drink some sort of old churned milk. If this were class I would laugh, I've never seen any Professor act so disorganized. Except for Lockhart but he was good looking.
She once again looked out the window. She imagined her self on the famous firebolt, Harry's arms rapped around her waist. She could almost feel the breeze on her hair.
I dream too much. I need to start living.
Again Hermione let out another sigh. This time it was more of a depressed sigh. Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to look up.
I wonder what Harry's thinking, probably nothing at all. That love potion seems to have him in some sort of dazed state. Maybe he's allergic. I've never read about anybody being allergic to a love potion. Maybe I'd better look it up when this whole task thing is over with.
Hermione glanced at Harry once more.
Wow. I never noticed how bright his eyes are. I wish my eyes weren't so dull.
She couldn't help but think about Harry. He was extremely attractive (to her anyway) and he had the sweetest smile and brightest eyes she had ever seen. She wanted to kiss him again. She knew she wasn't under the influence of the potion anymore; or maybe it was having a lasting effect on her. It didn't matter; all she knew was that she was in more love than she was before.
I should kiss him right now! ARE YOU CRAZY, her other side of the brain would say.
Whoa, I think I now have conscious... That's weird. Where were you when I needed you!
Her brain kept flooding with thoughts. It felt weird that professor McGonagall was wasting so much time.
Hmm. That must be one heck of a book. I better look out for it in the library.
"Alright, times up. Now I will explain what potion you just took and what effect it had."
Hermione lifted her head and so did Harry.
"You both just took a thought switching potion. In a matter of minutes the thoughts that ran through your head will be exported to the nearest person near you. In that case, you two will switch thoughts. I added an extra ingredient to the potion so that it would actually inspire your brain to think. I noticed at first that a lot of students have very blank minds. You will be happy to know, that I did not add any pinch of a love potion so it is not my fault if you only get thoughts of quidditch, books, or other people for that matter. Well it seems about time for your thoughts to exchange, I'm just going to finish up this book, it should probably only take a matter of minutes for the thoughts to flow. After that, I guess I will have to let you two move on, with hopefully a better relationship at hand. You wouldn't believe some of the students I've had today," said McGonagall.
At once Hermione started to hear Harry's voice in her own head. It was extremely odd and she even got images. First it was of the potion that they had taken and thoughts of how disgusting it tasted and looked. That made her laugh but then it started to get serious.
Arrrg, I can't stop thinking about her. Immediately Hermione's heart rate increased. She keeps popping up in my head! It won't go away. I must be crazy, but I know it's not the love potion.
Hermione saw a brief flash of picture, she couldn't make it out but it looked a little like her.
I know I should just act on how I feel but I'll just make a fool of myself. I don't want to look like Ron, I don't want to let it all go, I don't know what I'd do if I did. I feel I have to do something, anything to get her attention. Ron did that all the time, he acted first and didn't think, yeah and I know how much good that did him.
Hermione felt like she was hearing and seeing one big puzzle. She couldn't quiet put the pieces together. She had a vague idea about what he was talking about but she didn't want to jump to conclusions.
Her face is so beautiful. Her body is amazing. I just want to run my fingers through her fair and stare forever in her eyes. They look like never ending pools of tiger-eye...
On and on the thoughts went. Hermione wasn't stupid and she caught on fast. He's talking about a girl, some girl, Harry's madly in love with her. Hermione felt a sinking pain in her stomach. She wanted to know who it was so badly, but then again she didn't. She couldn't stop the thoughts so she just sat back and listened.
I love her so much. I knew I did before but I didn't want to bring it up, I didn't want it to be true. Ron loves here too. If Ron found out.if voldemort found out.
Who does Ron like? Hermione felt outraged that Ron hadn't told her. They usually shared everything. But of course she wasn't allowed in the boys dormitories. That was the place where secrets were exchanged.
I have to tell her. I have to do something now! I can't wait forever. I'll tell her after this task. What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she didn't want to kiss you at all? What if that was the love potion? Why can't I just tell Hermione that I love her?
Hermione's heart stopped beating. It was her. She was the one who he was talking about. She felt breathless. Nothing could explain how she felt. It was the ultimate high for her. She just found out that Harry loves her. He must know I feel the same if he hears my thoughts.and sees them. She felt her cheeks go red. She had fantasized about herself with Harry on his firebolt.
Oh god, I'm such a loser.
Hermione blushed several times before she looked up and saw Harry blushing. Her thoughts apparently were still flowing and she hoped he wasn't thinking about the broom ride. She felt so ridiculous.
Harry loves you he won't care. YEAH BUT I DO.
Her new conscious didn't seem to be helping either
A/N: more chapters are in the making! Please review! Will they both admit their true feelings now that they already know? We'll see. Sort of a cliffhanger. Oh and tiger-eye is a stone. Just in case you didn't know! REVIEW- thankies!
