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Hermione Granger woke up feeling cheerful, though for a moment she couldn't remember why. Then it hit her. The potion. Of course.
Smiling, she got out of bed and prepared for the day. This was going to be a good day, she could feel it.
Almost skipping, she hurried to meet Harry and Ron, vial hidden up her sleeve, ready to be opened at any given moment.
Perfect.
--
Draco Malfoy woke up with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, though he couldn't grasp a reason. Then it hit him. Yesterday. Of course.
With a groan he rolled out of bed and sluggishly got himself ready. He had an ominous feeling about today...
With a sour look on his face, he trudged down the stairs, hoping to slip out without being noticed by Crabbe or Goyle. Baboons. But they were already waiting for him, still half-asleep. When were they not? They moved to follow him, like the mindless annoying minions they were.
--
As they walked into the Great Hall, Hermione felt a fleeting fear that her plan wouldn't work in the slightest. If they got Malfoy distracted, if she got close enough to his drink, if she could get the potion in without anyone noticing, and even if he drank it all... who's to say it would even work? And if it did, in fact, work like it was supposed to, how would she know? It's not like Malfoy would openly come up to her and confess his love.
She stopped for a moment in the doorway, unsure. But as soon as she had thought all this, she pushed it away. That was the whole point of this, right? To take a risk, to see if she could make it work.
Besides, the image of Draco Malfoy running up to in the hall, bending down on one knee, and confessing his undying love was such a ridiculous image that she had to stifle a giggle with the back of her hand. She shook her head and continued walking in when the sound of actual laughter reached her ears.
Hermione looked over and saw the Slytherin table in obvious good spirits. And it was fairly obvious why. Every so often a few would look over at them and burst out laughing.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"What's that all about?"
Hermione couldn't care less.
--
As he watched the trio move to sit, Draco kept his face still with an expression of amusement and contempt.
If he just ignored these feelings, they were bound to go away.
He smirked but it was bitter. Merlin, how he loathed him. Everything he did had to be right, simply because he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Big deal. Romanticizing him for something he didn't consciously do. Even when he broke the rules - the law! - they were lenient simply because of who he was. Everyone paid so much attention to him, to what he did. He was so special.
That's why he enjoyed doing things like this.
He'd get him comeuppance.
And Draco would be there to watch.
--
By the time he sat down Harry was painfully aware of the whispers that followed him. Ron was frowning and Hermione was ignoring it all. He turned to Dean to ask for the bacon, but Dean was turned almost with his back to Harry.
"Err.... Dean? Could you pass the bacon, please?" he asked, confused. Dean continued to ignore him.
"Dean?"
Harry put a hand on Dean's shoulder and was surprised when Dean jerked away. He looked at Ron and Hermione, who both shrugged, as confused as he was. He tried asking Seamus what was wrong with Dean, but Seamus just stared uncomfortably at his plate.
"Neville?" Harry asked meekly. Neville's face turned red and he muttered something, avoiding Harry's eyes. Harry was perplexed.
"What's gotten into you all?" he cried in desperation. Suddenly he caught his name in the midst of the whispering, coming from somewhere behind him. He turned around and spotted two girls sitting at the Ravenclaw table, who he recognized as being in his year, hunched over chattering to each other.
".... Wouldn't have ever imagined!"
"Me neither! It's so ... I don't even know!!"
"I just can't believe it!"
Another girl leaned across the table and interrupted them. She looked a year or two younger than them.
"I saw it, you know. I was in the library when it happened,"
The two girls gasped. Harry still had no idea what they were talking about.
"It's true," the third girl continued eagerly once she was certain they were hanging on her every word. "I was there, reading a book, and I look over, and there's Potter and some ... second year, and they're totally just sucking each other's faces off. They didn't even see me! I was like 'Ohmigod!' and I just sat there for a while until it just got too intense and I got up and left," she finished breathlessly, looking at her audience, which had grown considerably since she'd started.
Harry just stared blankly.
The girls weren't done, though.
"You really think he'd do that?"
"Why not?"
"In the library?"
"With a second year?"
"Wonder who the lucky girl is," one of them murmured dreamily.
The third girl shook her head gleefully.
"No!"
"No what, Giselda?"
"It wasn't a girl! It was a boy!"
Harry went rigid.
Ron and Hermione gaped open mouthed at Harry.
They sat like that for a few minutes.
Then a roar of laughter rose over the other chatter from the Slytherin Table.
The back of Harry's neck and what they could see of his face was turning a bright red.
"H...Harry?" Hermione reached out doubtfully.
Harry stood up suddenly and started striding over to the Slytherin table. Hermione and Ron scrambled to keep up with him.
Despite the horrifying event that just took place, Hermione couldn't help but feel a small twinge of gleeful excitement. This was her chance. A wave of nervous apprehension soon took its place, though. This could get messy.
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(Augg....... I hate to cut it off there but if I continue it will be MAJOR long and it can be a chapter by itself, so I'll make you squirm ;) Special thanks to VestaSulOfAshes, who provided the idea for Draco's little evil plan.... Honestly, I was making it up as I was going, and I remembered her fic and I loved that so much I had to use it. You should go read her Draco/Ron fic, Realization On A Winter's Eve. I loved it :p Also I'm being a shameless plug. But I'm giving credit where credit is due. Another thing - I'm getting impatient. I wants me some mush! But I have a nice elaborate plan, and, sadly, my mush will have to wait. So... boo. Thanks again for reviewing! I swear I'll get another chapter up spiffy fast. - Thankies!
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.))))
Disclaimer - J.K. Rowling owns everything, not me. ;-; Lucky dog)
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Hermione Granger woke up feeling cheerful, though for a moment she couldn't remember why. Then it hit her. The potion. Of course.
Smiling, she got out of bed and prepared for the day. This was going to be a good day, she could feel it.
Almost skipping, she hurried to meet Harry and Ron, vial hidden up her sleeve, ready to be opened at any given moment.
Perfect.
--
Draco Malfoy woke up with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, though he couldn't grasp a reason. Then it hit him. Yesterday. Of course.
With a groan he rolled out of bed and sluggishly got himself ready. He had an ominous feeling about today...
With a sour look on his face, he trudged down the stairs, hoping to slip out without being noticed by Crabbe or Goyle. Baboons. But they were already waiting for him, still half-asleep. When were they not? They moved to follow him, like the mindless annoying minions they were.
--
As they walked into the Great Hall, Hermione felt a fleeting fear that her plan wouldn't work in the slightest. If they got Malfoy distracted, if she got close enough to his drink, if she could get the potion in without anyone noticing, and even if he drank it all... who's to say it would even work? And if it did, in fact, work like it was supposed to, how would she know? It's not like Malfoy would openly come up to her and confess his love.
She stopped for a moment in the doorway, unsure. But as soon as she had thought all this, she pushed it away. That was the whole point of this, right? To take a risk, to see if she could make it work.
Besides, the image of Draco Malfoy running up to in the hall, bending down on one knee, and confessing his undying love was such a ridiculous image that she had to stifle a giggle with the back of her hand. She shook her head and continued walking in when the sound of actual laughter reached her ears.
Hermione looked over and saw the Slytherin table in obvious good spirits. And it was fairly obvious why. Every so often a few would look over at them and burst out laughing.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"What's that all about?"
Hermione couldn't care less.
--
As he watched the trio move to sit, Draco kept his face still with an expression of amusement and contempt.
If he just ignored these feelings, they were bound to go away.
He smirked but it was bitter. Merlin, how he loathed him. Everything he did had to be right, simply because he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Big deal. Romanticizing him for something he didn't consciously do. Even when he broke the rules - the law! - they were lenient simply because of who he was. Everyone paid so much attention to him, to what he did. He was so special.
That's why he enjoyed doing things like this.
He'd get him comeuppance.
And Draco would be there to watch.
--
By the time he sat down Harry was painfully aware of the whispers that followed him. Ron was frowning and Hermione was ignoring it all. He turned to Dean to ask for the bacon, but Dean was turned almost with his back to Harry.
"Err.... Dean? Could you pass the bacon, please?" he asked, confused. Dean continued to ignore him.
"Dean?"
Harry put a hand on Dean's shoulder and was surprised when Dean jerked away. He looked at Ron and Hermione, who both shrugged, as confused as he was. He tried asking Seamus what was wrong with Dean, but Seamus just stared uncomfortably at his plate.
"Neville?" Harry asked meekly. Neville's face turned red and he muttered something, avoiding Harry's eyes. Harry was perplexed.
"What's gotten into you all?" he cried in desperation. Suddenly he caught his name in the midst of the whispering, coming from somewhere behind him. He turned around and spotted two girls sitting at the Ravenclaw table, who he recognized as being in his year, hunched over chattering to each other.
".... Wouldn't have ever imagined!"
"Me neither! It's so ... I don't even know!!"
"I just can't believe it!"
Another girl leaned across the table and interrupted them. She looked a year or two younger than them.
"I saw it, you know. I was in the library when it happened,"
The two girls gasped. Harry still had no idea what they were talking about.
"It's true," the third girl continued eagerly once she was certain they were hanging on her every word. "I was there, reading a book, and I look over, and there's Potter and some ... second year, and they're totally just sucking each other's faces off. They didn't even see me! I was like 'Ohmigod!' and I just sat there for a while until it just got too intense and I got up and left," she finished breathlessly, looking at her audience, which had grown considerably since she'd started.
Harry just stared blankly.
The girls weren't done, though.
"You really think he'd do that?"
"Why not?"
"In the library?"
"With a second year?"
"Wonder who the lucky girl is," one of them murmured dreamily.
The third girl shook her head gleefully.
"No!"
"No what, Giselda?"
"It wasn't a girl! It was a boy!"
Harry went rigid.
Ron and Hermione gaped open mouthed at Harry.
They sat like that for a few minutes.
Then a roar of laughter rose over the other chatter from the Slytherin Table.
The back of Harry's neck and what they could see of his face was turning a bright red.
"H...Harry?" Hermione reached out doubtfully.
Harry stood up suddenly and started striding over to the Slytherin table. Hermione and Ron scrambled to keep up with him.
Despite the horrifying event that just took place, Hermione couldn't help but feel a small twinge of gleeful excitement. This was her chance. A wave of nervous apprehension soon took its place, though. This could get messy.
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(Augg....... I hate to cut it off there but if I continue it will be MAJOR long and it can be a chapter by itself, so I'll make you squirm ;) Special thanks to VestaSulOfAshes, who provided the idea for Draco's little evil plan.... Honestly, I was making it up as I was going, and I remembered her fic and I loved that so much I had to use it. You should go read her Draco/Ron fic, Realization On A Winter's Eve. I loved it :p Also I'm being a shameless plug. But I'm giving credit where credit is due. Another thing - I'm getting impatient. I wants me some mush! But I have a nice elaborate plan, and, sadly, my mush will have to wait. So... boo. Thanks again for reviewing! I swear I'll get another chapter up spiffy fast. - Thankies!
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.))))