::gasps and passes out:: So.........many.........reviews!!! Hence, new chapter!
A much more angsty chapter than the others. But it's longer, and it has more use to the overall plot.
I would have updated yesterday, but I couldn't log in ::grr.........:: But here it is, in all of its newfound glory.
Love/Hate Relationship
Chapter Five: Love Potion #9
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling very cheerful. The first thing she thought of, instead of the usual homework, was Ron, strangely enough. Then she thought of the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework from the night before that she hadn't finished.........
But a strange, happy calm slid over her just before the panic set in. It was just one assignment, and after all, she'd gotten O's on all the others. If she made it up tonight, it would drop to an E, but she could always do a bit of extra credit to make it up. She smiled, slid out of bed, put on her uniform, and, on the spur of the moment, decided to braid her hair. She noticed that it wasn't quite as bushy as it used to be with mild surprise. Before she left for breakfast, she brushed on just a light layer of eyeshadow and a touch of lipstick.
Ginny was waiting in the common room. "Hermione, did it work?" she whispered.
"Yes. How's your side of the plot coming?"
"Well.........I think."
"You think?"
"Something happened yesterday........."
"Don't tell me. I'll find out soon. Where's Ron?"
"At breakfast already. Come on, we'll be late."
They snatched their bags and hurried to the Great Hall. Sure enough, Harry and Ron had started their breakfast already. Ginny sat on Harry's right, and Hermione on Ron's left.
"Did you do something with your hair?" Ron asked.
"I did," Hermione said, beaming. "I thought you wouldn't notice!"
Ginny and Harry exchanged smirks from behind their spoons.
The only classes Ron and Hermione shared were N.E.W.T. Care of Magical Creatures, N.E.W.T. Charms, N.E.W.T. Transfiguration, N.E.W.T. History of Magic, and N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry had all the same classes, and Ginny was conveniently nearby. There was a very amusing incident in the hall between Charms and Transfiguration involving Hermione's book and it "accidentally" falling at Ron's feet — or rather, on; Hermione missed.
For the entire day Ginny and Harry smirked at each other in the hall as Ginny became more and more confident her plan would succeed. She had everything planned. The world was her oyster, and she was scooping it out with her bare fingers without breaking a nail. Her classmates kept staring at her oddly, probably due to the occasional mad giggle.
After class, Ginny and Harry met on the grounds. Ginny was smiling happily, while Harry was starting to look worried.
"You won't really make me stand on top of the table and say that my deepest heart's desire is to shag Snape, will you?"
"Harry, how dirty!"
"I'm screwed."
"Yes, you are," Ginny agreed cheerfully.
"Exactly how long have you known they liked each other?"
"Try since they were fourth years. It's so obvious!"
"How can you tell these things?"
"What they said around each other, about each other. Ron's deep and utter hate of Viktor Krum."
"I just thought he didn't like Krum."
Ginny sighed. "Men."
"Why do women always say that?"
"Why do men always sigh, 'Women' after most of their dates?"
"I don't do that........."
"You've had what, one date? And what was your first word after Cho stomped off in a huff?"
"How do you — "
"That annoying girl from my dorm saw and told the entire year," Ginny laughed sheepishly as they reached Gryffindor Tower.
"Wonderful," Harry said sarcastically.
"I told her to shut her trap."
"Thanks."
Suddenly a loud yell came from the window above, and a window above slammed so hard glass shrapnel flew out of the pane and towards Harry and Ginny. They sidestepped it and began running back to Gryffindor Tower.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked austerely.
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" Ginny gasped.
Already they could hear a tremendous fight going on as they clambered through the portrait hole.
Ron and Hermione stood about a foot apart, shouting at each other at the top of their lungs. Everyone else had scattered to the staircases and the corners and edges of the common room.
"I can't believe that you would actually listen to her!" Hermione screamed.
"How dare you go behind my back like that, and with-with HIM of all people!"
"I would never — "
"I saw you with him!"
"I didn't — "
"I can't believe you would — "
"I didn't! I swear I didn't!"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Ron bellowed. Hermione stopped shouting, her lip starting to quiver. "I don't ever want to see you again, you conceited, arrogant, self-centered, Mudblood bitch!"
Hermione gasped and staggered backwards as if she had been slapped. Tears formed in her eyes and began to stream down her face. "But — but no, no, Ron, I told you, I love you!" she said tearfully.
"Don't!" Ron said suddenly, but in a quiet voice, not a shout. "This isn't going to work."
"Ron — " Hermione began, but he turned and silently sat down in one of the chair by the fireplace.
Hermione stood in the middle of the room for a moment in total silence. Then she turned towards Ginny and began screaming in the middle of her tears.
"This is all your fault! If not for your stupid plan Ron never would have seen what happened!"
"Oh, so you're just upset that I saw?" Ron said loudly, rising.
"It didn't happen like you think it did!" She turned back to Ginny and began shouting fiercely. "If not for your big plan to make Harry fancy you none of this ever would have happened!"
Ginny gasped and shook her head, glancing at Harry with an alarmed look in her eyes. "Hermione, no!"
"I don't care! I don't care what you think! I've covered for you, I've lied for you, and all it gets me is this!"
Hermione whirled and dashed upstairs, sobbing uncontrollably. Ginny began to quietly cry as she pushed past Ron to take his chair. Ron stone-facedly strode to where Harry stood, quickly drew back his fist, and slugged him in the face. Harry yelled in outrage, pinching his bleeding nose.
"Ron!" Ginny shrieked.
"What was that for?" he said angrily.
"Ginny," he said steadily.
Harry punched Ron in the stomach. "That's for Hermione!"
Before long it had escalated into an all-out free-for-all. Ginny screamed frustratedly and slammed a fist into the wall. It punched through the wood up to her elbow.
"STOP IT!" she screamed. "JUST STOP IT!"
She wrenched her fist out of the wall and followed Hermione's path up to her dormitory, leaving disaster in her wake.
A much more angsty chapter than the others. But it's longer, and it has more use to the overall plot.
I would have updated yesterday, but I couldn't log in ::grr.........:: But here it is, in all of its newfound glory.
Love/Hate Relationship
Chapter Five: Love Potion #9
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling very cheerful. The first thing she thought of, instead of the usual homework, was Ron, strangely enough. Then she thought of the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework from the night before that she hadn't finished.........
But a strange, happy calm slid over her just before the panic set in. It was just one assignment, and after all, she'd gotten O's on all the others. If she made it up tonight, it would drop to an E, but she could always do a bit of extra credit to make it up. She smiled, slid out of bed, put on her uniform, and, on the spur of the moment, decided to braid her hair. She noticed that it wasn't quite as bushy as it used to be with mild surprise. Before she left for breakfast, she brushed on just a light layer of eyeshadow and a touch of lipstick.
Ginny was waiting in the common room. "Hermione, did it work?" she whispered.
"Yes. How's your side of the plot coming?"
"Well.........I think."
"You think?"
"Something happened yesterday........."
"Don't tell me. I'll find out soon. Where's Ron?"
"At breakfast already. Come on, we'll be late."
They snatched their bags and hurried to the Great Hall. Sure enough, Harry and Ron had started their breakfast already. Ginny sat on Harry's right, and Hermione on Ron's left.
"Did you do something with your hair?" Ron asked.
"I did," Hermione said, beaming. "I thought you wouldn't notice!"
Ginny and Harry exchanged smirks from behind their spoons.
The only classes Ron and Hermione shared were N.E.W.T. Care of Magical Creatures, N.E.W.T. Charms, N.E.W.T. Transfiguration, N.E.W.T. History of Magic, and N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry had all the same classes, and Ginny was conveniently nearby. There was a very amusing incident in the hall between Charms and Transfiguration involving Hermione's book and it "accidentally" falling at Ron's feet — or rather, on; Hermione missed.
For the entire day Ginny and Harry smirked at each other in the hall as Ginny became more and more confident her plan would succeed. She had everything planned. The world was her oyster, and she was scooping it out with her bare fingers without breaking a nail. Her classmates kept staring at her oddly, probably due to the occasional mad giggle.
After class, Ginny and Harry met on the grounds. Ginny was smiling happily, while Harry was starting to look worried.
"You won't really make me stand on top of the table and say that my deepest heart's desire is to shag Snape, will you?"
"Harry, how dirty!"
"I'm screwed."
"Yes, you are," Ginny agreed cheerfully.
"Exactly how long have you known they liked each other?"
"Try since they were fourth years. It's so obvious!"
"How can you tell these things?"
"What they said around each other, about each other. Ron's deep and utter hate of Viktor Krum."
"I just thought he didn't like Krum."
Ginny sighed. "Men."
"Why do women always say that?"
"Why do men always sigh, 'Women' after most of their dates?"
"I don't do that........."
"You've had what, one date? And what was your first word after Cho stomped off in a huff?"
"How do you — "
"That annoying girl from my dorm saw and told the entire year," Ginny laughed sheepishly as they reached Gryffindor Tower.
"Wonderful," Harry said sarcastically.
"I told her to shut her trap."
"Thanks."
Suddenly a loud yell came from the window above, and a window above slammed so hard glass shrapnel flew out of the pane and towards Harry and Ginny. They sidestepped it and began running back to Gryffindor Tower.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked austerely.
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" Ginny gasped.
Already they could hear a tremendous fight going on as they clambered through the portrait hole.
Ron and Hermione stood about a foot apart, shouting at each other at the top of their lungs. Everyone else had scattered to the staircases and the corners and edges of the common room.
"I can't believe that you would actually listen to her!" Hermione screamed.
"How dare you go behind my back like that, and with-with HIM of all people!"
"I would never — "
"I saw you with him!"
"I didn't — "
"I can't believe you would — "
"I didn't! I swear I didn't!"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Ron bellowed. Hermione stopped shouting, her lip starting to quiver. "I don't ever want to see you again, you conceited, arrogant, self-centered, Mudblood bitch!"
Hermione gasped and staggered backwards as if she had been slapped. Tears formed in her eyes and began to stream down her face. "But — but no, no, Ron, I told you, I love you!" she said tearfully.
"Don't!" Ron said suddenly, but in a quiet voice, not a shout. "This isn't going to work."
"Ron — " Hermione began, but he turned and silently sat down in one of the chair by the fireplace.
Hermione stood in the middle of the room for a moment in total silence. Then she turned towards Ginny and began screaming in the middle of her tears.
"This is all your fault! If not for your stupid plan Ron never would have seen what happened!"
"Oh, so you're just upset that I saw?" Ron said loudly, rising.
"It didn't happen like you think it did!" She turned back to Ginny and began shouting fiercely. "If not for your big plan to make Harry fancy you none of this ever would have happened!"
Ginny gasped and shook her head, glancing at Harry with an alarmed look in her eyes. "Hermione, no!"
"I don't care! I don't care what you think! I've covered for you, I've lied for you, and all it gets me is this!"
Hermione whirled and dashed upstairs, sobbing uncontrollably. Ginny began to quietly cry as she pushed past Ron to take his chair. Ron stone-facedly strode to where Harry stood, quickly drew back his fist, and slugged him in the face. Harry yelled in outrage, pinching his bleeding nose.
"Ron!" Ginny shrieked.
"What was that for?" he said angrily.
"Ginny," he said steadily.
Harry punched Ron in the stomach. "That's for Hermione!"
Before long it had escalated into an all-out free-for-all. Ginny screamed frustratedly and slammed a fist into the wall. It punched through the wood up to her elbow.
"STOP IT!" she screamed. "JUST STOP IT!"
She wrenched her fist out of the wall and followed Hermione's path up to her dormitory, leaving disaster in her wake.
