Authors Note: Well look at me! This chapter is sooooooo long! Yippie!
Yay at me for being so good to my readers! Hehehe! I like blowing my own
trumpet don't I? Haha. Now I was considering splitting this chappie up
and leaving a big cliffhanger, but then I thought - nah that's just too
mean! I'm not a mean person I promise, I may be weird and slightly
twisted, but I'm not mean I promise! I hope that you like this chapter - I
suffered a little block at the beginning, I knew what I wanted to happen
but it just wouldn't come out - and then it did, and it didn't stop coming!
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Saffire Shadow - LoL bad Uncle Sevvy - that's priceless! Thanks for your reviews :)
Carmel March - I can't update more than everyday! I have written like 7 chapters in 5 days, me thinks that's pretty impressive! This chappie took a bit longer than the others coz I had a bit of block - but that's all sorted now, and I'm on a roll again. I even have plans for the next chapters! Hehe.
yamachan is my man - thank you! I hope you like this chapter :)
duzzy wuzzy - I am writing more!
An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin - I DO know what's going on, hmmmm kind of! Pfft to you too! I am writing more as I speak!
ChibiSakura-chan - I had to do it for the comedy value, even if it is gross!
Eizoku - hmmm well wouldn't you?
Araz - you must have read my mind! I wrote this chapter before I saw your review and it completely takes into account what you said! LoL you know what they say about great minds? I can't tell you who Hermione is going to end up with - else there would be no reason for you to read the story! LoL
MapleCharisma - don't tell anyone but I'm dying to know the antidote too! LMAO!
Goody - thank you :)
Thanks again to reviewers, please keep reviewing! Love Fudgexxx
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The Kiss
Hermione was not looking forward to the weekend. With no lessons to occupy them, the whole boy situation was bound to be worse. Devoid of feeling a little hopeless, Hermione still hadn't been able to track down Ginny, it appeared things were getting 'serious' with Dean Thomas, her latest acquisition.
Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. Hermione dressed in jeans and a baggy unflattering t-shirt: mission blend-in was about to begin. Hermione made her way down to the Great Hall, without waiting for Harry and Ron, she didn't feel up to having them fawn over her, it was just too weird.
Unfortunately for Hermione, the whole castle seemed to have decided not to waste such a beautiful day having a long lie in. The Great Hall was just as full as it usually was during the week, which was strange for a Saturday. She had just sat down at the Gryffindor table when Ernie Macmillan, from Hufflepuff, joined her.
"Morning Hermione," he said, layering his voice with charm, or at least what he thought was charm.
"Hi Ernie," said Hermione, dreading what was coming next.
"I was wondering if you fancied taking a walk with me after breakfast?" he said hopefully.
"I, err, I was planning on going to the library to get a head start on my homework," said Hermione, quickly fabricating a believable story.
"Oh, well, I could come and help you if you like," said Ernie.
"No thank you Ernie, I work much better on my own, maybe I will see you around later," said Hermione, trying very hard not to offend him.
"You want to meet up later?"
"That's not what I meant," Hermione paused, trying to find the best way to put it, she glanced round the Hall for someone who might be able to help her, "oh look," she said, "here come Harry and Ron."
"Morning Hermione," said Harry, "Ernie," Harry nodded to acknowledge him, but his tone was cold.
"Later then Hermione," said Ernie and walked off back to the Hufflepuff table.
"Was he bothering you Hermione?" said Ron, protective as ever.
"No Ron, we were just talking about," Hermione cast around for an excuse, this lying wasn't all it was cracked up to be, "Professor Sprout, she's got a bit of a cold apparently."
"Oh," said Ron, seemingly upset that he couldn't pick on Ernie about harassing Hermione.
"What do you fancy doing today then?" asked Hermione, desperate to have a normal conversation.
"You," said Ron, thinking out loud, as soon as he had realised what he had said, he turned as bright red as his hair, and ducked under the table, pretending to pick up his spoon.
Hermione took a deep breath, reminding herself that he couldn't help the way he was acting, and decided to ignore his comment.
"It's a nice day, maybe we should just do, err, take our homework outside, what do you think?" said Hermione.
The boys nodded, knowing full well that if they were sitting outside in the sun that they would not be concentrating on homework.
The whole school had had the same idea. The weather was unseasonably hot, and as such demanded to be made the most of. Hermione Harry and Ron found a patch of grass and sat down. Hermione had insisted on bringing her books out, even though she knew she probably wouldn't get any work done. She spread out her work, and as nobody was talking she started leafing though Advanced Transfiguration, looking for things to help her write her Transfiguration essay. The silence worried Hermione, she although she usually revelled in it, she was aware it was an uncomfortable silence, there was a distinct awkwardness between the three friends.
"I don't feel like doing homework," sighed Hermione. The boys looked at her, this was an unexpected thing coming from Hermione. "Shall we play chess?" suggested Hermione.
"OK, if you're in the mood for a good trashing," said Ron, "my set is in the common room."
"Its OK, I'll go and get it," said Hermione, almost pleased to have an excuse to be on her own for a bit.
As Hermione entered the castle, she let out a sigh of relief. She walked very slowly towards the Gryffindor common room, wondering if she could find a further excuse to delay her return to the grounds. Everyone was outside enjoying the sunshine, the castle was dissertated. It was safe. The trouble with thinking that something is safe, is that it generally turns round and bites you just to prove its not.
As Hermione was wandering down the second floor corridor, she heard a noise. It was like the shuffling of feet. She spun round trying to locate the source of the noise. The corridor was empty. Hermione shook her head scolded herself for being so paranoid and continued on her way.
Hermione had almost reached the fat lady when she heard a classroom door bang shut. She had to see what was going on, she felt it was her duty as a prefect. She entered the classroom that the noise had come from. The room was dark and dusty, with stacks of tables and chairs lining the walls. She moved forward so that she could see who was in the room. There was nobody. The door banged shut and Hermione distinctly heard the sound of it locking. Spinning on her heel she saw exactly who had imprisoned her.
"Malfoy! What are you doing? What do you want?" said Hermione, beginning to panic.
"Hush now Granger," replied Malfoy, a slow smile curling on his lips. " I have brought you here to talk to you. There is no need to be scared."
"You can talk to me in the Great Hall, why lock me in a room with you?" said Hermione, still trying to keep a sensible head.
"Oh come on Granger, you never look twice at me, always scorn at me when you are round Potter and Weasley," he spat, "no I wanted you alone, and this," he gestured the room, "was the only way I thought I could get you."
"Why do you want me alone?" asked Hermione her voice trembling.
"There's no need to be scared of me Hermione," said Malfoy, his tone gentle, reassuring, "I don't bite. Not unless you want me too," he smiled wickedly.
Hermione's mind was reeling. He had locked her in a room with him. He was calling her by her first name. He had called her 'sexy' the other day.
"I know what happened when that idiot split his potion on you Hermione."
The comment took her by surprise it was the last thing she had been expecting. She was relieved to say the least.
"Don't look so shocked Hermione, I am top of the class you know, especially in Potions." Hermione did know, of course she did. Her mind just wasn't functioning correctly at the moment, and he kept calling her Hermione. He was standing very close to her, she could feel his breath.
"I know that guys have been falling at your feet because the potion backfired. Every guy who sees you will become infatuated with you - "
"Then how come you're not?" Hermione interrupted.
"Don't jump down my throat Granger, I was just getting to that," said Malfoy impatiently.
"Back to Granger now are we, Draco?" said Hermione sarcastically.
"Like me calling you Hermione do you?"
"Do you have to answer a question with a question?"
"Do you?"
With one swift movement Malfoy moved forward and placed a hard kiss onto Hermione's mouth. Hermione was flabbergasted, she was shocked that he had kissed her; she was even more shocked that the kiss had taken her breath away. She shook her head, "this is Malfoy," her mind screamed at her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Malfoy laughed at her, "come on Granger work it out, your supposed to have brains after all. That little thing there, was what us normal people like to call a kiss," he said, talking as if to a five year old.
"Let me out Malfoy," said Hermione, fed up with this game now.
"Oh no Granger, I brought you here to tell you about the love potion and that's what I intend to do," said Malfoy, amusement written all over his face.
"Well get on with it then," said Hermione huffily.
"The idiots potion backfired, also it didn't have the desired effect because you didn't drink it. Every guy who sees you will fall for you. With me so far?" his tone was mocking, he didn't continue until Hermione nodded, "well I don't like being infatuated with a dirty mudblood like you, but unfortunately until you find an antidote, I along with the rest of the male population will be."
"OK smarty pants," said Hermione, if he could be mocking so could she, "so how do I find the antidote? I can't very well go to Snape."
"I don't know do I? The only thing I can help you with - and I would like to make it clear I am only helping you so I don't have to think about you anymore - is how it feels. I look for a quality in you that I like, once I see that in you, I see how I can like you, do you understand?" Malfoy was trying very hard to keep his voice pleasant, and for someone who had spent his entire school life fighting with this girl, it was very hard for him.
"Yes. Yes that makes sense. Maybe if you tell me what it is then I could understand it a bit more though," said Hermione, "who's the one playing games now?" she thought.
"Like when you're angry, you get all, well sexy. Bugger, no that's not what I mean. I like it when you get angry. No, I mean," Malfoy was struggling to get his point across; his words were all disjointed as he tried desperately not to pay Hermione any compliments, Hermione had to try very hard to suppress a giggle. Malfoy took a deep breath and tried again, "the way the potion works is; it allows me to see the best things about you. In my case on of the things I find attractive in a woman, is a quick tongue," Hermione couldn't help laughing at that, "NO! Not like that! I mean I like girls who have the ability to make quick comebacks; I like people who are articulate when they are angry. It just so happens that you can do that, so I am forced to notice it. You see? So I only find you attractive when you are angry."
"Right," said Hermione, she had understood perfectly in the first place but it had been fun to watch Malfoy squirm. "Right, so all you have to do is not get me angry, and you can still be horrible to me?"
"Something like that."
Hermione chuckled, "but Draco dear," she said laying on false charm, "when you are horrible to me you always get me angry, looks like you will have to be nice to me for a while doesn't it?"
Malfoy mumbled something, then said, "this conversation is over Granger, I hope you manage to get your nasty mudbood brain round this problem before I have to kiss you again," then he turned on his heel and left.
Saffire Shadow - LoL bad Uncle Sevvy - that's priceless! Thanks for your reviews :)
Carmel March - I can't update more than everyday! I have written like 7 chapters in 5 days, me thinks that's pretty impressive! This chappie took a bit longer than the others coz I had a bit of block - but that's all sorted now, and I'm on a roll again. I even have plans for the next chapters! Hehe.
yamachan is my man - thank you! I hope you like this chapter :)
duzzy wuzzy - I am writing more!
An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin - I DO know what's going on, hmmmm kind of! Pfft to you too! I am writing more as I speak!
ChibiSakura-chan - I had to do it for the comedy value, even if it is gross!
Eizoku - hmmm well wouldn't you?
Araz - you must have read my mind! I wrote this chapter before I saw your review and it completely takes into account what you said! LoL you know what they say about great minds? I can't tell you who Hermione is going to end up with - else there would be no reason for you to read the story! LoL
MapleCharisma - don't tell anyone but I'm dying to know the antidote too! LMAO!
Goody - thank you :)
Thanks again to reviewers, please keep reviewing! Love Fudgexxx
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The Kiss
Hermione was not looking forward to the weekend. With no lessons to occupy them, the whole boy situation was bound to be worse. Devoid of feeling a little hopeless, Hermione still hadn't been able to track down Ginny, it appeared things were getting 'serious' with Dean Thomas, her latest acquisition.
Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. Hermione dressed in jeans and a baggy unflattering t-shirt: mission blend-in was about to begin. Hermione made her way down to the Great Hall, without waiting for Harry and Ron, she didn't feel up to having them fawn over her, it was just too weird.
Unfortunately for Hermione, the whole castle seemed to have decided not to waste such a beautiful day having a long lie in. The Great Hall was just as full as it usually was during the week, which was strange for a Saturday. She had just sat down at the Gryffindor table when Ernie Macmillan, from Hufflepuff, joined her.
"Morning Hermione," he said, layering his voice with charm, or at least what he thought was charm.
"Hi Ernie," said Hermione, dreading what was coming next.
"I was wondering if you fancied taking a walk with me after breakfast?" he said hopefully.
"I, err, I was planning on going to the library to get a head start on my homework," said Hermione, quickly fabricating a believable story.
"Oh, well, I could come and help you if you like," said Ernie.
"No thank you Ernie, I work much better on my own, maybe I will see you around later," said Hermione, trying very hard not to offend him.
"You want to meet up later?"
"That's not what I meant," Hermione paused, trying to find the best way to put it, she glanced round the Hall for someone who might be able to help her, "oh look," she said, "here come Harry and Ron."
"Morning Hermione," said Harry, "Ernie," Harry nodded to acknowledge him, but his tone was cold.
"Later then Hermione," said Ernie and walked off back to the Hufflepuff table.
"Was he bothering you Hermione?" said Ron, protective as ever.
"No Ron, we were just talking about," Hermione cast around for an excuse, this lying wasn't all it was cracked up to be, "Professor Sprout, she's got a bit of a cold apparently."
"Oh," said Ron, seemingly upset that he couldn't pick on Ernie about harassing Hermione.
"What do you fancy doing today then?" asked Hermione, desperate to have a normal conversation.
"You," said Ron, thinking out loud, as soon as he had realised what he had said, he turned as bright red as his hair, and ducked under the table, pretending to pick up his spoon.
Hermione took a deep breath, reminding herself that he couldn't help the way he was acting, and decided to ignore his comment.
"It's a nice day, maybe we should just do, err, take our homework outside, what do you think?" said Hermione.
The boys nodded, knowing full well that if they were sitting outside in the sun that they would not be concentrating on homework.
The whole school had had the same idea. The weather was unseasonably hot, and as such demanded to be made the most of. Hermione Harry and Ron found a patch of grass and sat down. Hermione had insisted on bringing her books out, even though she knew she probably wouldn't get any work done. She spread out her work, and as nobody was talking she started leafing though Advanced Transfiguration, looking for things to help her write her Transfiguration essay. The silence worried Hermione, she although she usually revelled in it, she was aware it was an uncomfortable silence, there was a distinct awkwardness between the three friends.
"I don't feel like doing homework," sighed Hermione. The boys looked at her, this was an unexpected thing coming from Hermione. "Shall we play chess?" suggested Hermione.
"OK, if you're in the mood for a good trashing," said Ron, "my set is in the common room."
"Its OK, I'll go and get it," said Hermione, almost pleased to have an excuse to be on her own for a bit.
As Hermione entered the castle, she let out a sigh of relief. She walked very slowly towards the Gryffindor common room, wondering if she could find a further excuse to delay her return to the grounds. Everyone was outside enjoying the sunshine, the castle was dissertated. It was safe. The trouble with thinking that something is safe, is that it generally turns round and bites you just to prove its not.
As Hermione was wandering down the second floor corridor, she heard a noise. It was like the shuffling of feet. She spun round trying to locate the source of the noise. The corridor was empty. Hermione shook her head scolded herself for being so paranoid and continued on her way.
Hermione had almost reached the fat lady when she heard a classroom door bang shut. She had to see what was going on, she felt it was her duty as a prefect. She entered the classroom that the noise had come from. The room was dark and dusty, with stacks of tables and chairs lining the walls. She moved forward so that she could see who was in the room. There was nobody. The door banged shut and Hermione distinctly heard the sound of it locking. Spinning on her heel she saw exactly who had imprisoned her.
"Malfoy! What are you doing? What do you want?" said Hermione, beginning to panic.
"Hush now Granger," replied Malfoy, a slow smile curling on his lips. " I have brought you here to talk to you. There is no need to be scared."
"You can talk to me in the Great Hall, why lock me in a room with you?" said Hermione, still trying to keep a sensible head.
"Oh come on Granger, you never look twice at me, always scorn at me when you are round Potter and Weasley," he spat, "no I wanted you alone, and this," he gestured the room, "was the only way I thought I could get you."
"Why do you want me alone?" asked Hermione her voice trembling.
"There's no need to be scared of me Hermione," said Malfoy, his tone gentle, reassuring, "I don't bite. Not unless you want me too," he smiled wickedly.
Hermione's mind was reeling. He had locked her in a room with him. He was calling her by her first name. He had called her 'sexy' the other day.
"I know what happened when that idiot split his potion on you Hermione."
The comment took her by surprise it was the last thing she had been expecting. She was relieved to say the least.
"Don't look so shocked Hermione, I am top of the class you know, especially in Potions." Hermione did know, of course she did. Her mind just wasn't functioning correctly at the moment, and he kept calling her Hermione. He was standing very close to her, she could feel his breath.
"I know that guys have been falling at your feet because the potion backfired. Every guy who sees you will become infatuated with you - "
"Then how come you're not?" Hermione interrupted.
"Don't jump down my throat Granger, I was just getting to that," said Malfoy impatiently.
"Back to Granger now are we, Draco?" said Hermione sarcastically.
"Like me calling you Hermione do you?"
"Do you have to answer a question with a question?"
"Do you?"
With one swift movement Malfoy moved forward and placed a hard kiss onto Hermione's mouth. Hermione was flabbergasted, she was shocked that he had kissed her; she was even more shocked that the kiss had taken her breath away. She shook her head, "this is Malfoy," her mind screamed at her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Malfoy laughed at her, "come on Granger work it out, your supposed to have brains after all. That little thing there, was what us normal people like to call a kiss," he said, talking as if to a five year old.
"Let me out Malfoy," said Hermione, fed up with this game now.
"Oh no Granger, I brought you here to tell you about the love potion and that's what I intend to do," said Malfoy, amusement written all over his face.
"Well get on with it then," said Hermione huffily.
"The idiots potion backfired, also it didn't have the desired effect because you didn't drink it. Every guy who sees you will fall for you. With me so far?" his tone was mocking, he didn't continue until Hermione nodded, "well I don't like being infatuated with a dirty mudblood like you, but unfortunately until you find an antidote, I along with the rest of the male population will be."
"OK smarty pants," said Hermione, if he could be mocking so could she, "so how do I find the antidote? I can't very well go to Snape."
"I don't know do I? The only thing I can help you with - and I would like to make it clear I am only helping you so I don't have to think about you anymore - is how it feels. I look for a quality in you that I like, once I see that in you, I see how I can like you, do you understand?" Malfoy was trying very hard to keep his voice pleasant, and for someone who had spent his entire school life fighting with this girl, it was very hard for him.
"Yes. Yes that makes sense. Maybe if you tell me what it is then I could understand it a bit more though," said Hermione, "who's the one playing games now?" she thought.
"Like when you're angry, you get all, well sexy. Bugger, no that's not what I mean. I like it when you get angry. No, I mean," Malfoy was struggling to get his point across; his words were all disjointed as he tried desperately not to pay Hermione any compliments, Hermione had to try very hard to suppress a giggle. Malfoy took a deep breath and tried again, "the way the potion works is; it allows me to see the best things about you. In my case on of the things I find attractive in a woman, is a quick tongue," Hermione couldn't help laughing at that, "NO! Not like that! I mean I like girls who have the ability to make quick comebacks; I like people who are articulate when they are angry. It just so happens that you can do that, so I am forced to notice it. You see? So I only find you attractive when you are angry."
"Right," said Hermione, she had understood perfectly in the first place but it had been fun to watch Malfoy squirm. "Right, so all you have to do is not get me angry, and you can still be horrible to me?"
"Something like that."
Hermione chuckled, "but Draco dear," she said laying on false charm, "when you are horrible to me you always get me angry, looks like you will have to be nice to me for a while doesn't it?"
Malfoy mumbled something, then said, "this conversation is over Granger, I hope you manage to get your nasty mudbood brain round this problem before I have to kiss you again," then he turned on his heel and left.