(/dances in her socks/ Oh, my George-And-A-Half, you guys rock! This will
be my new obsession now, this fic (and my other fics! People are starting
to get mad at me... :x Oops). And I'm trying to make this believable, so
it's not like they're going to jump each other all of a sudden :d Although
I do loves me some mush... Anyway, it'll just.... Go where it goes. Thanks,
thanks, thanks for being supportive! - And by the way, Draco is great and
perfect, I'll have you know.)
-/-
Harry glanced over from his potion which, thanks to Neville cutting the wrong length, had turned an odd bluish-green, and was now evaporating rapidly, surrounding them with colorful fog. He figured it was okay - at least it hadn't blown up.
He checked first on Ron, who was sitting as far away as possible from Pansy with an extremely horrified look on his face as he watched Pansy absentmindedly pick her nose, their potion long forgotten. He smiled and shook his head, looking away to see how Hermione was doing. He was a little worried after what had happened this morning, but what he saw only succeeded in confusing him.
Hermione was staring at her hands, lost in thought, and Malfoy.... Malfoy was just looking at her. Watching her. The thought creeped Harry out. He grew increasingly uneasy as the seconds passed and nothing happened, but then Malfoy seemed to snap out of it. His face resumed its usual sneer, and he made some remark to Hermione. Harry assumed it was something nasty. Hermione turned as if to say something back, but then things got weirder. The sneer vanished from Malfoy's face and Hermione's head stopped moving.
They were just looking at each other.
Harry was seriously freaked out now.
What the heck was going on?
He turned back to his potion with a troubled look on his face.
He had no idea what had just happened.... But he would try to find out.
--
Ron sat in his chair, scooted away from Pansy, staring at her in utter horror and disgust.
Suddenly she stopped, noticing he was looking.
"What?" she demanded.
Ron was speechless.
"What?!"
--
Hermione and Draco spent the rest of Potions in silence, ignoring each other.
At least on the outside.
'What just happened?' Draco cursed to himself. 'How could that happen? I don't like Mu.... Granger,' he changed the last word, not being able to bring himself to even think it. He glowered at his weakness. 'You're going soft... pretty soon you'll be sucking up to Potter like everyone else,' His mental voice was bitter. He felt treacherous even having these kinds of thoughts. He didn't know what had brought these feelings.... But suddenly Granger didn't seem quite so annoying, so... goody-goody.
If she weren't a Gryffindor... if she didn't worship Potter.... If she didn't hate him....
'If she weren't a Mudblood!' a voice practically shrieked in his mind. He winced. The voice sounded resoundingly like his father.
He put on his stoniest face and waited for the class to end.
Just great. He loved Granger. How could it get any better? Befriend a Weasley? He supposed he might as well join the Potter Fan Club now, get it over with. He was lost.
Just Perfect.
--
Hermione was angry, but not angry enough to be rational.
'Okay, so that was stupid,' she mentally chided herself. 'Letting him get to you like that. Just ignore him. At least now you know he's the one. For the potion, admit it, he's perfect. There's no way he could have any kind of feelings for you,'
Though the thought was supposed to cheer her up, it only made her feel worse. But at least now she was determined.
'Yeah, I'm sure it'll work. I just need to find a way to get him to drink it....' And then she had it. She smiled grimly, forming her plan.
It would work.
--
"You need us to what?!"
Hermione stood in front of Ron and Harry in a corner of the Gryffindor Common Room, explaining her plan.
"Distract him. So I can slip this into his drink," she waved the vial in front of their faces. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions. She wasn't good at lying to them.
Harry looked suspicious.
"What is it again?"
"Just a little potion. I... read about it in one of my books. It's supposed to...uhm.." she struggled frantically to grasp a good revenge potion. ".... It turns your hair different colors," she finally stammered out. Harry still looked a little dubious but Ron grinned.
"Excellent," Harry finally smiled, too.
"Great idea, Hermione,"
She sighed a breath of relief. She actually had read about a spell like that, although it didn't involve a potion. She'd say the spell when they weren't looking so they wouldn't expect anything. This was going to be easier than she'd planned.
They all said goodnight and headed off to their respective beds. Hermione smiled a little to herself, the incident today in Potions for the moment forgotten. Everything was going the way she wanted.
-/-
Harry realized as he was changing for bed that he'd forgotten to ask Hermione what had happened in Potions today. She was acting a little odd, but he pushed that out of his mind. It was good to see Hermione get a little revenge.
Oh well. He'd ask her tomorrow.
--
Draco paced around the Slytherin Common Room.
He needed something to distract him.
Something he could focus all his attention on.
Leaving no time to think about.... Other things.
Potter.
Of course, Potter.
He just needed a plan.... Something big. Something that would annoy Potter more than anything.
He smiled grimly as he formulated his plan.
Yes, that would work.
Satisfied, he went to bed.
Tomorrow.
He'd do it tomorrow.
Perfect.
-/-
(Yarr.... if you haven't noticed, I only update at night ;) /ish a vuhmpyre/ Not really. Just lazy. Eee, I'm so happy everyone likes it - And I really don't like making Draco mean /sulks/ ... oh well. Again with the believability thing.... :x Boo. That's going to make things harder. Oh well. - Anything for you.
EDIT - I'm reposting these chapters without the Perfects because I realize it's just stupid and annoying. :P Sorry for the inconvience (I will keep a few, though, just because it plays into the story.)))
-/-
Harry glanced over from his potion which, thanks to Neville cutting the wrong length, had turned an odd bluish-green, and was now evaporating rapidly, surrounding them with colorful fog. He figured it was okay - at least it hadn't blown up.
He checked first on Ron, who was sitting as far away as possible from Pansy with an extremely horrified look on his face as he watched Pansy absentmindedly pick her nose, their potion long forgotten. He smiled and shook his head, looking away to see how Hermione was doing. He was a little worried after what had happened this morning, but what he saw only succeeded in confusing him.
Hermione was staring at her hands, lost in thought, and Malfoy.... Malfoy was just looking at her. Watching her. The thought creeped Harry out. He grew increasingly uneasy as the seconds passed and nothing happened, but then Malfoy seemed to snap out of it. His face resumed its usual sneer, and he made some remark to Hermione. Harry assumed it was something nasty. Hermione turned as if to say something back, but then things got weirder. The sneer vanished from Malfoy's face and Hermione's head stopped moving.
They were just looking at each other.
Harry was seriously freaked out now.
What the heck was going on?
He turned back to his potion with a troubled look on his face.
He had no idea what had just happened.... But he would try to find out.
--
Ron sat in his chair, scooted away from Pansy, staring at her in utter horror and disgust.
Suddenly she stopped, noticing he was looking.
"What?" she demanded.
Ron was speechless.
"What?!"
--
Hermione and Draco spent the rest of Potions in silence, ignoring each other.
At least on the outside.
'What just happened?' Draco cursed to himself. 'How could that happen? I don't like Mu.... Granger,' he changed the last word, not being able to bring himself to even think it. He glowered at his weakness. 'You're going soft... pretty soon you'll be sucking up to Potter like everyone else,' His mental voice was bitter. He felt treacherous even having these kinds of thoughts. He didn't know what had brought these feelings.... But suddenly Granger didn't seem quite so annoying, so... goody-goody.
If she weren't a Gryffindor... if she didn't worship Potter.... If she didn't hate him....
'If she weren't a Mudblood!' a voice practically shrieked in his mind. He winced. The voice sounded resoundingly like his father.
He put on his stoniest face and waited for the class to end.
Just great. He loved Granger. How could it get any better? Befriend a Weasley? He supposed he might as well join the Potter Fan Club now, get it over with. He was lost.
Just Perfect.
--
Hermione was angry, but not angry enough to be rational.
'Okay, so that was stupid,' she mentally chided herself. 'Letting him get to you like that. Just ignore him. At least now you know he's the one. For the potion, admit it, he's perfect. There's no way he could have any kind of feelings for you,'
Though the thought was supposed to cheer her up, it only made her feel worse. But at least now she was determined.
'Yeah, I'm sure it'll work. I just need to find a way to get him to drink it....' And then she had it. She smiled grimly, forming her plan.
It would work.
--
"You need us to what?!"
Hermione stood in front of Ron and Harry in a corner of the Gryffindor Common Room, explaining her plan.
"Distract him. So I can slip this into his drink," she waved the vial in front of their faces. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions. She wasn't good at lying to them.
Harry looked suspicious.
"What is it again?"
"Just a little potion. I... read about it in one of my books. It's supposed to...uhm.." she struggled frantically to grasp a good revenge potion. ".... It turns your hair different colors," she finally stammered out. Harry still looked a little dubious but Ron grinned.
"Excellent," Harry finally smiled, too.
"Great idea, Hermione,"
She sighed a breath of relief. She actually had read about a spell like that, although it didn't involve a potion. She'd say the spell when they weren't looking so they wouldn't expect anything. This was going to be easier than she'd planned.
They all said goodnight and headed off to their respective beds. Hermione smiled a little to herself, the incident today in Potions for the moment forgotten. Everything was going the way she wanted.
-/-
Harry realized as he was changing for bed that he'd forgotten to ask Hermione what had happened in Potions today. She was acting a little odd, but he pushed that out of his mind. It was good to see Hermione get a little revenge.
Oh well. He'd ask her tomorrow.
--
Draco paced around the Slytherin Common Room.
He needed something to distract him.
Something he could focus all his attention on.
Leaving no time to think about.... Other things.
Potter.
Of course, Potter.
He just needed a plan.... Something big. Something that would annoy Potter more than anything.
He smiled grimly as he formulated his plan.
Yes, that would work.
Satisfied, he went to bed.
Tomorrow.
He'd do it tomorrow.
Perfect.
-/-
(Yarr.... if you haven't noticed, I only update at night ;) /ish a vuhmpyre/ Not really. Just lazy. Eee, I'm so happy everyone likes it - And I really don't like making Draco mean /sulks/ ... oh well. Again with the believability thing.... :x Boo. That's going to make things harder. Oh well. - Anything for you.
EDIT - I'm reposting these chapters without the Perfects because I realize it's just stupid and annoying. :P Sorry for the inconvience (I will keep a few, though, just because it plays into the story.)))