I stand stunned. Such wonderful reviews! I love reviews. They make me sit
at my computer and squeal with happiness!
And in this chapter is some blackmail of Snape (I couldn't resist kicking around Slytherins), the DADA teacher (if you know who she is, kudos to you!), Ginny showing her dark side, and Ron and Hermione having a tremendous fight. Also a few hints...
The Padawan comment. Ah. Yes. I did warn you that Ginny was turning into me.
Also, I have decided that there will be only three more chapters. I can't get a chapter uploaded a day; it's killing me. There will be the potion taking effect, the deciding factor in who wins the bet, and then the person declaring their love for the Slytherin assigned. I am truly evil.
Love/Hate Relationship
Chapter Four: Comparing Notes
Since Ginny's first class was Arithmancy and Harry's was N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts (the classrooms were next to each other) they were able to walk to class together Monday morning and discuss Phase Three.
"How did you get him to do it?" Harry said amazedly, shaking his head.
"'Tis a matter, of leverage, my young Padawan," Ginny said, smiling wickedly and tapping her forehead.
"You're scaring me."
"I think I'm scaring Snape more."
"Will you please tell me how you did it?"
"No. That would be too cruel. If he does betray our agreement, I shall stand on top of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and shout it to the school."
"Now I'm just confused."
"Good."
The bell rang. As both students rushed into their classes, Ginny called, "Sit in the far left corner! And don't lean your books against the wall!"
Harry did so, somewhat bemusedly. Professor Carter launched into a lengthy explanation of the importance of knowing Latin in defensive spells. As soon as she turned around, Harry tapped on the wall. He felt a slight sting in his finger.
"Ow!"
"Potter!" Professor Carter called. "Please pay attention! Five points from your house."
She turned around and started writing various incantations on the board. Harry felt the part of the wall where his hand had been. A clean, smooth hole had been burnt through the stone. Apparently a Reductor Curse; a good one if it could burn through stone and not be noticed. Two long, slim fingers with nails sharpened to points and painted alternately red and gold pushed a roll of paper through. Harry glanced towards Carter to make sure she wasn't watching, snatched the note and quickly read it.
Oh, I'm evil, it read in smooth, curling script.
Harry scribbled a reply and stuffed it back into the hole. Carter will flay us both alive! Gryffindor's points will drop below negative!
So? Vector'll bail me out. She likes me because I'm about half a point away from beating her best student ever. Hermione. Of course.
You are insane!
Very much so. But 'tis I that set Phase Three up, and 'tis I that can bring it down.
What is it with you and "'tis" today?
'Tis fun. You should try it. Have some fun sometimes. Smile.
I don't smile enough?
Harry, you don't smile at all. Ever since XXX XXXXXXXXXX XX XXXXXXXXX. She had apparently crossed something out, replacing it with, Not for ages.
Harry didn't write anything back. For the rest of the class he sank into a stupor. He could ace this class with his eyes closed - and was. He'd gotten a perfect score on his DADA O.W.L.
His second class of the day was N.E.W.T. Potions. Hermione took N.E.W.T. level for all her classes, including Potions, but Ron did not, which was crucial to the overall plan.
"Take your seats," Snape snapped, swooping into the dungeon.
He seemed in an even fouler mood than usual, most likely from whatever information Ginny held over his head. He glared darkly at Harry, who looked angelic, making Snape's scowl deepen quite a bit.
"Directions on the board," he said shortly. "Ingredients on the cupboard."
Harry smirked at Snape as he strode by. Snape replied with a scornful sneer.
"Remember," Harry said in a low voice as Hermione went for their supplies, "I know."
A somewhat panicked expression flicked across the professor's face, leaving Harry with a vindictive sense of satisfaction.
Hermione returned with the ingredients. Harry slipped a book under his desk, flipped it to the bookmarked page, and began the work.
It had been Ginny's idea to replace Hermione's potion with a Love Potion identical in appearance and with a difference of only a few ingredients. The problem had been finding one that matched Snape's next lesson plan (filched by Ginny). Neither had been able to find one, so Ginny had gotten some kind of blackmail information she waved over Snape's head like much- needed shampoo. So Snape found a potion that was nearly identical - same color, smell, light mist, and the only ingredient that was added was that the Love Potion required a drop of blood from whoever you wanted the person to follow in love with. Ginny had apparently sneaked into Ron's room the night before, pricked his finger, and caught the blood in a tiny vial. Harry looked around to make sure no one was watching, then tapped the vial. The red drop rolled down the glass and dropped into the potion. Instantly it turned a vivid pink, and the glowing mist hovering above it turned red. When Hermione turned around, Harry quickly switched her cauldron with his. The rest of the ingredients he left her to add. They would be done perfectly. He silently smirked and completed the potion in Hermione's cauldron.
At the end of the class, Snape stood at the front of the room. "Fill a vial with your Anti-Stress Solution and leave it on my desk. Do what you wish with the rest."
Harry knew how much stress Hermione was under, what with her being a prefect, all the homework being assigned, and the pre-N.E.W.T. exams they would take in March. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he left the potion on the edge of a heavily scowling Snape's desk. She filled a vial and had Neville take it up to Snape. She looked briefly around, dipped another vial into the cauldron, and swallowed the liquid within.
Harry smirked. If he did such a thing, he would have leaned back in his chair, steepled his fingers and said, "Eeexcellent." The potion would take effect by the next morning. All he had to do was sit and wait.
And in this chapter is some blackmail of Snape (I couldn't resist kicking around Slytherins), the DADA teacher (if you know who she is, kudos to you!), Ginny showing her dark side, and Ron and Hermione having a tremendous fight. Also a few hints...
The Padawan comment. Ah. Yes. I did warn you that Ginny was turning into me.
Also, I have decided that there will be only three more chapters. I can't get a chapter uploaded a day; it's killing me. There will be the potion taking effect, the deciding factor in who wins the bet, and then the person declaring their love for the Slytherin assigned. I am truly evil.
Love/Hate Relationship
Chapter Four: Comparing Notes
Since Ginny's first class was Arithmancy and Harry's was N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts (the classrooms were next to each other) they were able to walk to class together Monday morning and discuss Phase Three.
"How did you get him to do it?" Harry said amazedly, shaking his head.
"'Tis a matter, of leverage, my young Padawan," Ginny said, smiling wickedly and tapping her forehead.
"You're scaring me."
"I think I'm scaring Snape more."
"Will you please tell me how you did it?"
"No. That would be too cruel. If he does betray our agreement, I shall stand on top of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and shout it to the school."
"Now I'm just confused."
"Good."
The bell rang. As both students rushed into their classes, Ginny called, "Sit in the far left corner! And don't lean your books against the wall!"
Harry did so, somewhat bemusedly. Professor Carter launched into a lengthy explanation of the importance of knowing Latin in defensive spells. As soon as she turned around, Harry tapped on the wall. He felt a slight sting in his finger.
"Ow!"
"Potter!" Professor Carter called. "Please pay attention! Five points from your house."
She turned around and started writing various incantations on the board. Harry felt the part of the wall where his hand had been. A clean, smooth hole had been burnt through the stone. Apparently a Reductor Curse; a good one if it could burn through stone and not be noticed. Two long, slim fingers with nails sharpened to points and painted alternately red and gold pushed a roll of paper through. Harry glanced towards Carter to make sure she wasn't watching, snatched the note and quickly read it.
Oh, I'm evil, it read in smooth, curling script.
Harry scribbled a reply and stuffed it back into the hole. Carter will flay us both alive! Gryffindor's points will drop below negative!
So? Vector'll bail me out. She likes me because I'm about half a point away from beating her best student ever. Hermione. Of course.
You are insane!
Very much so. But 'tis I that set Phase Three up, and 'tis I that can bring it down.
What is it with you and "'tis" today?
'Tis fun. You should try it. Have some fun sometimes. Smile.
I don't smile enough?
Harry, you don't smile at all. Ever since XXX XXXXXXXXXX XX XXXXXXXXX. She had apparently crossed something out, replacing it with, Not for ages.
Harry didn't write anything back. For the rest of the class he sank into a stupor. He could ace this class with his eyes closed - and was. He'd gotten a perfect score on his DADA O.W.L.
His second class of the day was N.E.W.T. Potions. Hermione took N.E.W.T. level for all her classes, including Potions, but Ron did not, which was crucial to the overall plan.
"Take your seats," Snape snapped, swooping into the dungeon.
He seemed in an even fouler mood than usual, most likely from whatever information Ginny held over his head. He glared darkly at Harry, who looked angelic, making Snape's scowl deepen quite a bit.
"Directions on the board," he said shortly. "Ingredients on the cupboard."
Harry smirked at Snape as he strode by. Snape replied with a scornful sneer.
"Remember," Harry said in a low voice as Hermione went for their supplies, "I know."
A somewhat panicked expression flicked across the professor's face, leaving Harry with a vindictive sense of satisfaction.
Hermione returned with the ingredients. Harry slipped a book under his desk, flipped it to the bookmarked page, and began the work.
It had been Ginny's idea to replace Hermione's potion with a Love Potion identical in appearance and with a difference of only a few ingredients. The problem had been finding one that matched Snape's next lesson plan (filched by Ginny). Neither had been able to find one, so Ginny had gotten some kind of blackmail information she waved over Snape's head like much- needed shampoo. So Snape found a potion that was nearly identical - same color, smell, light mist, and the only ingredient that was added was that the Love Potion required a drop of blood from whoever you wanted the person to follow in love with. Ginny had apparently sneaked into Ron's room the night before, pricked his finger, and caught the blood in a tiny vial. Harry looked around to make sure no one was watching, then tapped the vial. The red drop rolled down the glass and dropped into the potion. Instantly it turned a vivid pink, and the glowing mist hovering above it turned red. When Hermione turned around, Harry quickly switched her cauldron with his. The rest of the ingredients he left her to add. They would be done perfectly. He silently smirked and completed the potion in Hermione's cauldron.
At the end of the class, Snape stood at the front of the room. "Fill a vial with your Anti-Stress Solution and leave it on my desk. Do what you wish with the rest."
Harry knew how much stress Hermione was under, what with her being a prefect, all the homework being assigned, and the pre-N.E.W.T. exams they would take in March. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he left the potion on the edge of a heavily scowling Snape's desk. She filled a vial and had Neville take it up to Snape. She looked briefly around, dipped another vial into the cauldron, and swallowed the liquid within.
Harry smirked. If he did such a thing, he would have leaned back in his chair, steepled his fingers and said, "Eeexcellent." The potion would take effect by the next morning. All he had to do was sit and wait.
