(I know you - You people who sit and read and wait for the next chapter without reviewing. And then there's you, who only reads because it sucks so much. So sue me. I can't keep my hands still or my mind quiet.
Disclaimer - Still nada. I know, let's keep our fingers crossed)
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Harry Potter looked up from his position by the fire as Hermione walked into the room.
"Finally. We've been waiting forever," he remarked, casting a glance at the lump on the chair that was to the left of his. Ron muttered something and went back to staring into the fire. Harry looked at him for a moment, clearly amused.
"His girlfriend walked right past him in the hall today," he remarked, grinning. Ron muttered darkly what could have been a threat, but Harry ignored him and nodded to the chair on his right. "Sit, tell us what you've been doing lately. You've been acting kind of busy,"
"Well, you know, I have a lot of homework," Hermione said lightly as she took a seat. She especially did not want to reveal her secret to Harry and Ron. They'd think she was nutty - or worse, desperate. She decided to tell them only when she'd found out for sure it'd work.
Harry looked doubtful, but let it slide. About halfway through his vivid explanation of the disaster Fred and George had caused at lunch (Hermione had been out shopping for her ingredients), he stopped and sniffed the air. He looked puzzled.
Hermione, who had been lazily fanning herself with a sheet of parchment, gazing into the fire (and mostly tuning Harry out), looked up.
"What is it?"
Harry shook his head and sat back in his chair.
"I dunno, it was weird... I smelled something...."
"T'wasn't me," Ron muttered from his position in the armchair. His voice made Hermione jump a bit. She'd thought he was asleep.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Not like that. It smelled.... Nice,"
Hermione, alarmed, laughed quickly. "Well then obviously it wasn't Ron,"
Harry laughed and Ron muttered at the both of them.
"Well, I'll be heading off to bed now," Hermione said casually a minute or so later, rising from her chair and brushing off her robes. "Got a long day ahead tomorrow,"
"Oh yeah, the game. I guess I should get going too," Harry rose after her.
Hermione was confused for a second, and then realized she'd completely forgotten the Quidditch game that was scheduled for tomorrow. She'd been thinking about her potion, and had accidentally voiced her thoughts out loud. It really was time for her to be heading up.
She smiled and Harry and Ron before hurrying up the stairs to the girls dorm.
She'd have to watch herself more carefully from now on.
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".... And Harry Potter catches the Snitch, earning his team 150 points and ending the game! Gryffindor wins!"
A roar of cheers rose all around Hermione, herself applauding but not really all that interested. It was a play against Slytherin, and one of their beaters had injured his leg, so Pansy Parkinson substituted. They were doomed from the start.
She'd spent most of the game combing the stands with her Omnioculars, looking for likely candidates for the trial run of her potion. She needed someone with no attachment to her at all.... Not even friends ship, which ruled out pretty much everyone in Gryffindor a quite a few in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. So her pickings were slim, but not near slim enough that she'd need to resort to a Slytherin.
The thought made her flesh crawl.
However, by the time Harry caught the Snitch, Hermione was increasingly frustrated. She'd found a handful of possible, but no definite. She felt kind of bad that she wasn't paying as much attention to her friends any more, but this project demanded her attention. The potion itself would have effects on it's.... She hesitated to use the word victim.... Target for at least two months. She'd made sure it was that strong to assure complete infatuation from an unwilling heart.
The reason for her 'no-attachment' policy was simple - she wanted to know if it'd work to create affection, and not just simulate a feeling that was already there.
She felt uneasy for a moment, then pushed it down and moved with the crowd out of the stands. Hermione knew that meddling with feelings wasn't right, but it's not like she was going to brainwash some poor idiot. She'd be careful, and after the potion had worn off, she'd leave them alone to continue their business. It wouldn't cause any lasting harm, and any feelings for her would be slowly erased as the potion wore off.
Pretty soon they'd forget all about her.
Unless she decided to keep giving them the potion.
She shook her head at that thought. Hermione Granger, make someone her willing slave? Absolutely not... she only wanted to test her skills as a witch. .... And maybe get a date to the upcoming Halloween Dance.
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They were eating breakfast two mornings later when the answer landed in her lap.
Rather messily, too.
She was about to take a bite of toast when something flew over Harry's head and landed right in front of her, knocking over her bowl of porridge onto her lap. Startled, and with bits of porridge in her hair, she looked down at her robes. They were a mess. But lying on her legs was a wadded up piece of paper. She reached down and opened it, then shut it with an extremely red face.
"What is it? Hermione?" Harry asked anxiously. "What happened?"
When she wouldn't answer, Ron took the paper from her hands and opened it. After a couple seconds he tossed it at Harry, looking disgusted. Harry opened it curiously. It read -
"What's the easiest way to stop a flood?"
Under the writing was a grotesque picture of (what appeared to be) Hermione with her head stuck in some sort of dam, struggling to get out. Underneath the picture was more writing-
"Mudblood"
Harry ripped the paper in half and turned around to glare at the Slytherin table, which was laughing uproariously. Draco wiped his eyes and looked Harry back in the eye until he turned around to look at Hermione again. She had the strangest look on her face.
"Don't mind him, he's an arse.... Hermione? Hermione, are you okay?" Ron waved a hand in front of her face, as though trying to get her attention. "Hello, Hermione!" he said loudly. She jumped a little and blinked.
"Hm?"
"Are you alright?" Harry asked nervously. "You kind of zoned out for a minute there..."
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine..... I should really go change," she murmured as she hastily got up. "I'll see you two in Potions," she called as she left.
Harry and Ron just looked at each other.
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Oh... this would be interesting.
The ultimate test of her skills.
Hermione hid a little smile and she washed what she could of the porridge out of her hair and changed into clean robes. She'd thought she wouldn't in a million years want what she was about to do. But it would be the ultimate revenge. Get back for four years of torture. She grabbed the vial that held her masterpiece and slipped it in her pocket.
Make Draco Malfoy fall in love with her. Hermione Granger.
She smiled wider and looked at herself in the mirror on the way out.
Perfect.
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(Short chapters, sorry. But I'm still working out the plot. I haven't written anything like this before :d Hum... Also, I'm trying to be nice to Harry xX Dunno why I should.... mutters Git. Also, I have to be a little mean to Draco. ;-; Ahh, this is torture. But we'll get to the fluffies lata. As for now, tell me what you think)
Disclaimer - Still nada. I know, let's keep our fingers crossed)
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Harry Potter looked up from his position by the fire as Hermione walked into the room.
"Finally. We've been waiting forever," he remarked, casting a glance at the lump on the chair that was to the left of his. Ron muttered something and went back to staring into the fire. Harry looked at him for a moment, clearly amused.
"His girlfriend walked right past him in the hall today," he remarked, grinning. Ron muttered darkly what could have been a threat, but Harry ignored him and nodded to the chair on his right. "Sit, tell us what you've been doing lately. You've been acting kind of busy,"
"Well, you know, I have a lot of homework," Hermione said lightly as she took a seat. She especially did not want to reveal her secret to Harry and Ron. They'd think she was nutty - or worse, desperate. She decided to tell them only when she'd found out for sure it'd work.
Harry looked doubtful, but let it slide. About halfway through his vivid explanation of the disaster Fred and George had caused at lunch (Hermione had been out shopping for her ingredients), he stopped and sniffed the air. He looked puzzled.
Hermione, who had been lazily fanning herself with a sheet of parchment, gazing into the fire (and mostly tuning Harry out), looked up.
"What is it?"
Harry shook his head and sat back in his chair.
"I dunno, it was weird... I smelled something...."
"T'wasn't me," Ron muttered from his position in the armchair. His voice made Hermione jump a bit. She'd thought he was asleep.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Not like that. It smelled.... Nice,"
Hermione, alarmed, laughed quickly. "Well then obviously it wasn't Ron,"
Harry laughed and Ron muttered at the both of them.
"Well, I'll be heading off to bed now," Hermione said casually a minute or so later, rising from her chair and brushing off her robes. "Got a long day ahead tomorrow,"
"Oh yeah, the game. I guess I should get going too," Harry rose after her.
Hermione was confused for a second, and then realized she'd completely forgotten the Quidditch game that was scheduled for tomorrow. She'd been thinking about her potion, and had accidentally voiced her thoughts out loud. It really was time for her to be heading up.
She smiled and Harry and Ron before hurrying up the stairs to the girls dorm.
She'd have to watch herself more carefully from now on.
--
".... And Harry Potter catches the Snitch, earning his team 150 points and ending the game! Gryffindor wins!"
A roar of cheers rose all around Hermione, herself applauding but not really all that interested. It was a play against Slytherin, and one of their beaters had injured his leg, so Pansy Parkinson substituted. They were doomed from the start.
She'd spent most of the game combing the stands with her Omnioculars, looking for likely candidates for the trial run of her potion. She needed someone with no attachment to her at all.... Not even friends ship, which ruled out pretty much everyone in Gryffindor a quite a few in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. So her pickings were slim, but not near slim enough that she'd need to resort to a Slytherin.
The thought made her flesh crawl.
However, by the time Harry caught the Snitch, Hermione was increasingly frustrated. She'd found a handful of possible, but no definite. She felt kind of bad that she wasn't paying as much attention to her friends any more, but this project demanded her attention. The potion itself would have effects on it's.... She hesitated to use the word victim.... Target for at least two months. She'd made sure it was that strong to assure complete infatuation from an unwilling heart.
The reason for her 'no-attachment' policy was simple - she wanted to know if it'd work to create affection, and not just simulate a feeling that was already there.
She felt uneasy for a moment, then pushed it down and moved with the crowd out of the stands. Hermione knew that meddling with feelings wasn't right, but it's not like she was going to brainwash some poor idiot. She'd be careful, and after the potion had worn off, she'd leave them alone to continue their business. It wouldn't cause any lasting harm, and any feelings for her would be slowly erased as the potion wore off.
Pretty soon they'd forget all about her.
Unless she decided to keep giving them the potion.
She shook her head at that thought. Hermione Granger, make someone her willing slave? Absolutely not... she only wanted to test her skills as a witch. .... And maybe get a date to the upcoming Halloween Dance.
--
They were eating breakfast two mornings later when the answer landed in her lap.
Rather messily, too.
She was about to take a bite of toast when something flew over Harry's head and landed right in front of her, knocking over her bowl of porridge onto her lap. Startled, and with bits of porridge in her hair, she looked down at her robes. They were a mess. But lying on her legs was a wadded up piece of paper. She reached down and opened it, then shut it with an extremely red face.
"What is it? Hermione?" Harry asked anxiously. "What happened?"
When she wouldn't answer, Ron took the paper from her hands and opened it. After a couple seconds he tossed it at Harry, looking disgusted. Harry opened it curiously. It read -
"What's the easiest way to stop a flood?"
Under the writing was a grotesque picture of (what appeared to be) Hermione with her head stuck in some sort of dam, struggling to get out. Underneath the picture was more writing-
"Mudblood"
Harry ripped the paper in half and turned around to glare at the Slytherin table, which was laughing uproariously. Draco wiped his eyes and looked Harry back in the eye until he turned around to look at Hermione again. She had the strangest look on her face.
"Don't mind him, he's an arse.... Hermione? Hermione, are you okay?" Ron waved a hand in front of her face, as though trying to get her attention. "Hello, Hermione!" he said loudly. She jumped a little and blinked.
"Hm?"
"Are you alright?" Harry asked nervously. "You kind of zoned out for a minute there..."
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine..... I should really go change," she murmured as she hastily got up. "I'll see you two in Potions," she called as she left.
Harry and Ron just looked at each other.
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Oh... this would be interesting.
The ultimate test of her skills.
Hermione hid a little smile and she washed what she could of the porridge out of her hair and changed into clean robes. She'd thought she wouldn't in a million years want what she was about to do. But it would be the ultimate revenge. Get back for four years of torture. She grabbed the vial that held her masterpiece and slipped it in her pocket.
Make Draco Malfoy fall in love with her. Hermione Granger.
She smiled wider and looked at herself in the mirror on the way out.
Perfect.
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(Short chapters, sorry. But I'm still working out the plot. I haven't written anything like this before :d Hum... Also, I'm trying to be nice to Harry xX Dunno why I should.... mutters Git. Also, I have to be a little mean to Draco. ;-; Ahh, this is torture. But we'll get to the fluffies lata. As for now, tell me what you think)