When We Try to Deceive...
Chapter Two: Dreaming of You
Author's Note: Thank you if you
reviewed the previous chapter. If you
didn't, review it now! Thank you to:
FawkesRises and margie-bum... but just because you reviewed the last chapter doesn't
mean you're off the hook on this one!
Oh, and Bat Girl wishes to thank you for voting for her as Best Carcass
Savager or something... she was a very close runner up. She would tell you herself, but she's
currently making a blood smoothie. And
getting it all over the kitchen.
Lovely...
***
"Fred," whispered George, leaning across towards the bed next to
him. His identical twin was fast
asleep; dead to the world. Most people were
(not dead- asleep), as it was just after midnight on a chilly February night
(or morning, as the case may be).
George was restless, which was why he could not help but remain awake. He could just about make out the distant
calls from the owlery, but outside it was deadly quiet. The only noise to interrupt the peace was
the loud drone coming from across the dormitory. How George hated people who snored.
"FRED!" he hissed a little louder.
Perhaps it was vaguely unfair to wake up his brother at this hour, when
they had Quidditch practice tomorrow morning, but he had other things on his
mind. And when I say other things, I
mean one, huge, other thing. After he
had gone to bed, George couldn't stop thinking about that explosion. In retrospect, George really didn't thing
the light was supposed to be blue. Now
that he cast his mind back, he was sure the book had stated purple,
clearly. At first, he'd just assumed
that it would make no difference. Now
he was worried.
George just could not stop thinking about a Potions lesson a few months ago,
when his class had been ordered to brew up a potion that could reverse the
effect of a forgetfulness curse. Of
course, Fred and George had found the whole concept hilarious- how could you
remember how to brew the potion if you were under such a spell? So, instead of working, the Weasley twins
had spent the entire lesson messing about and coming up with ideas for their
joke shop. When Snape had wandered
around the class at the end of the lesson inspecting cauldrons, he came to a
halt next to George.
"This will not work, boys," he said slowly and maliciously under his
breath, yet though he was barely audible, Severus Snape had such a presence
that the entire room fell silent.
"Obviously, you have added twice as much whitsnade root as you
ought." After giving Fred a
particularly evil look, Snape had swept passed the twins' cauldron and their
mixture had disappeared completely. Although
he began to move on and scrutinize the other potions, he continued to talk about
the Weasley brothers' failure.
"Of course," he whispered, to no one in particular, yet the very fact
he was speaking commanded the attention of every student in the class, "it
was apparent the potion was wrong, the moment I set eyes on it. Can you tell me why I knew instantaneously
this potion was incorrect?" As Snape's eyes browsed the pupils' faces, a
brainy Hufflepuff raised her hand. He raised his eyebrows towards her as a sign
for her to answer.
"It was the wrong colour," she had said uncertainly. Snape gave a nod of approval.
"And what adverse affect will this have on the potion?" he continued,
staring at the student intensely. She
went red and began to stammer. Seeing
her fail to answer, Snape moved towards the front of his class and when he
reached his desk he turned around and gave the class a malevolent smile. "The subject matter will change. You dunderheads of course will not
understand what that means. It does in
fact go to say that if you are brewing a potion to stop the heart, and for some
reason the colour changes," with one flick of his wand, the entire potion
changed from murky brown to turquoise, "the victim of your mixture will
remain unscathed and you will die a sudden, painful death." Seeing the shocked expressions on the pupils'
faces, Snape added a last phrase of wisdom.
"A love potion, for example, will not only work on the person you cast the
spell... it will also have an intense affect upon yourself. You may now go to your next lesson."
***
'Oh God,' George thought to himself. He
was, for fear of using a much- coined phrase, in deep shit.
***
"Fred," he heard his brother hiss.
Fred chose to ignore him. He was
having a rather interesting dream, and did not want to be disturbed. He was walking through the labyrinth of
tunnels underlying the school, near to the Potions classrooms (sorry if potions
features so heavily- feel free to shout at me if you have nightmares). Fred ran his fingers along the wall to help
him guide his way, and in the process he ended up scraping off a thick layer of
gelatinised moss and mould. Lovely on
toast.
He asked himself why he hadn't thought to bring a torch. (Don't say *duh, it's a dream- you can't
take things with you*- I like Fred.
That is reason enough to leave him out of your moronic plague of insults
and backlash! Ahem) So, he was in the process of asking himself
why he hadn't brought a torch. Well, he
wasn't so much asking himself, as in expecting a reply, but he was sort of
pondering the fact and going "hmm, sure could have done with some light on
the matter".
It was incredibly dark in the corridor and the little light that still remained
seemed to be receding rapidly. He
continued to walk through the slimy tunnel until he came to a fork in the
route. While he was debating which path
to take, he heard a beautiful voice begin to sing. The music filled his head and took over his body. He slowly made his way towards the sound and
suddenly a soft blue light swirled around him, enabling him to see a few metres
in front.
What he saw made him stop dead, speechless.
There was Hermione Granger, the geeky girl his kid brother had a blatant
crush. Yet she wasn't the swot with
bushy hair he remembered. She was
standing with her back to him, singing a beautiful yet melancholy melody. Hermione was dressed in a long, flowing, and
white satin gown. Her hair was swept
back into a silver tiara (not tacky; beautiful. Repeat after me: BEAUTIFUL) and it looked soft and glossy.
Fred watched her for what seemed like an eternity. He knew he could stand here forever, watching this elegant beauty
and hearing her sad ballad (OTT? ME?).
But it had to end sometime, and Fred decided he would make a better
impression upon Hermione if he were to introduce himself now. He shuffled forward and tentatively cleared
his throat. Hermione spun around
instantaneously; looking shocked as her dress swirled around her. (No, she was not shocked that her dress had
turned around with her body.
Honestly. She was shocked to see
Fred there).
However, when she saw who it was, Hermione blushed and smiled shyly. Fred stepped forwards, and took hold of her
hand. She met his gaze and he whispered
to her, caught up in the moment.
"Has anyone ever told you, you sing like an angel?" he asked her, and
with that he stepped forward and kissed her sheepishly on the lips, before
stepping back and looking at her, his large green eyes desperately trying to
figure out what she was thinking. And
before you ask (and I know a certain sheep-obsessed person will) he did not
kiss her like a sheep. He kissed her
hesitantly.
One moment Fred was still staring at Hermione desperately, the next moment
Hermione had leant forward into Fred and was kissing him again, her hand up on
his face.
***
Fred sighed and rolled over in his sleep.
He was in ecstasy. From the next
bed, George saw the expression on his twin's face and groaned. This was going to be an unbelievable mixed
up day. And George was right. But just how mixed up the day was going to
be, even Dumbledore did not know (don't ask me what Dumbledore's got to do with
it, but he's smart, right?). All George
knew was that Fred was having a romantic delusion about a girl. Little did he know, at that very moment,
both Fred and Ron were having the exact same dream. Oh dear. As my mother
tends to recite like a parrot, it can only end in tears.
***
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