Chapter 6. Problem child.
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Hermione felt a bit woozy. There were beer bottles everywhere in the Slytherin common room and her, Parvati, Pansy, Blaise, and Draco were in the middle of Spin the bottle. They had already played numerous other games such as strip poker and truth or dare where she had to walk up and down the dungeon yelling 'I am a stupid airheaded brunette.' Until she ran into Snape. It wasn't a pleasant experience at all.
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It was her turn again. She took a sip from her beer and spun the bottle. To her surprise it landed on Blaise. She smirked and leaned over and kissed him. She could taste the lingering alchol in his mouth. His tongue slowly probing, searching. Seducing, teasing, that just made Hermione just screw him there. Blaise was good, but he was no Draco.
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Speaking of Draco, he was currently glaring at the lip locked Blaise and Hermione. He cleared his throat after a while. "Think that's enough." He said, still glaring dagger.
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Hermione giggled. "Aww, Drakey's jealous?" She walked over to him and seated herself in his lap and proceeded to coat his neck with her kisses.
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"I think you're drunk."
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"Now that you talk about it, I think I do feel a bit light headed. . . . .think I'm gonna go to bed early. . .night-night."
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She slowly stood up then collapsed back down again as the world spun before her very eyes. "Think I'll take her back to her room. Goodnight, guys." Hermione felt a strong pair of hand pick her up and helped her up the stairs and into Draco's room where she immediately collapsed onto his bed. "I like your room."
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He sighed and sat down next to her. "You shouldn't get drunk. That's not cool."
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"Do you think I'm cool, Draco?"
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"Yeah, I guess."
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She now sat up properly looking more somber and looked into his eyes. "Cool can also mean cold. It sounds like I'm cold. I don't like you." She stood up and walked out of his room. He sighed and plopped onto his bed. She could take stuff the wrong way sometimes. Alcohol always caused problems.
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Hermione woke up with the bright sun in her eyes. She swore softly as the splitting headache hit her. Why did she drink last night? She couldn't remember what the hell happened last night at all. The farthest she could search her mind was when they played exploding snap poker. 'Thank god it's Sunday' she thought. She took a hot shower and put on some normal clothes as in jeans and a tank. Clothes were so overrated. She stood in front of her mirror surveying her puffy eyes. "You look tired." "Duh." She replied to the mirror.
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Hermione picked up Lysander and slowly brushed the kitten's snowy white hair and set him free. She could only hope Mrs. Norris didn't kill her kitten. Then she froze.
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A white envelope stood on her drawer sat there so innocently. The reason her shock was how the envelope was addressed. 'Rhea' Only one person could dare to write a letter addressed like that. And that person wrote in that exactly same sharp cursive writing.
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Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she picked up the envelope and opened it. It contained a letter and. . . . . . a ring. THE ring. Hermione opened the letter her heart pounding in her chest. Oh why did 'he' choose to contact her? Why now? Why when she was so ready to forget him? She slowly started to read the letter which contained one sentence.
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You can run but you can't hide forever.
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She slumped to the floor feeling her energy drain out of her. The message was simple but it broke her from the inside. It was 'him' no mistake. Hermione reached for the ring and looked at it.
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Then, as if in a trance she put it on her right ring finger. It was as if she was under imperious except for the fact that the curse didn't affect her at all. She could feel her mind screaming to not touch the ring but her hands were out of control. She picked up the ring and put it on, suddenly having no desire to remove it. Sighing, she leaned against the wall and observed the burden on her finger. It was silver with intricately carved twin snaked biting each other's tail. One had diamond eye and the other had a ruby eye. He was right. It was everything she hated yet loved.
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The memories once again came flooding back to her in a downpour.
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She walked into his room where he was thankfully alone. He turned to her, his dark gray eyes boring into hers. "What are you doing?" he asked in his usual low threatening voice.
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"Doing the right thing. I don't belong here." She gave a small gasp as he grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. "You chose now out of all time to pick a conscience? And I thought you were smart." He hissed into her ear. She was now afraid. She always was when things got into this situation. But she wasn't going to be submissive. Not today.
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"I am. I'm going to leave." She pulled out a vial containing a red potion and handed it to him. He looked at her questioningly.
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"It's for you. A last gift from me for all the time we shared." She pushed him off and glared at him.
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"There you have it. You have your potion and well, you won't need anyone anymore. I see no reason I should stay. Like you said, emotions are for the weak. You don't love me and I don't love you. Here."
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She pulled out her ring and handed it to him.
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"I thought just maybe I could change you. I thought that you might have loved me. I really thought that we could have a happily live after. But I guess I thought wrong. I had a dream. I had a dream that I could finally live with the only person I loved forever. But dreams are for the foolish. I hate you so much for turning me into what I am. All this time I stood by you hoping that you'd love me. Hoping that there was something inside you. There was when we first met. Then it changed didn't it? You changed. I changed too so I could be with you. Because I still loved you then. I loved you no matter what you did. So I became 'Rhea.' I became what you wanted me to be. I became what I hated the most out of love. I gave up everything, I gave you everything, my heart, body and soul. But still I wasn't good enough for you was I? I gave up my friends. I would have given up my family. I hate you, I loathe you, I resent everything you are. I tried to tell myself that. I tried to believe I hated you. I thought I convinced myself but I always failed when I saw you. You're everything I hate and yet I love you so. I guess I am the weak one huh? I guess I'm too emotional. " She turned and left the room, determined to not show her tears.
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She was stopped by his hand on her shoulder. She spun meeting his cold eyes. "Is that you're final decision?" "Yes." His hand softly stroked her cheek. "A good-bye kiss then." He whispered before capturing her lips. His kiss was gentle and he seemed to savor every second. He pulled away, his hand still caressing her cheek and wiped off her tears.
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Hermione turned and fled, she did not look back. She did not stop until she apparated to London. And even then, she ran until exhaustion took her body and grief claimed her soul.
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Hermione sat in her room. Hoping that she'd wake up. Hoping that when she'd left him she'd left him for good. How stupid was she? How could she have possibly hoped to hide? Then, there was Draco. The blond Slytherin who somehow seemed to melt her from inside. Who first succeeded to open up her heart.
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She finally made a decision. She would avoid Draco. She wouldn't let him get anymore involved. Because she didn't think she could stand seeing him get hurt. When she left her room her heart was set. It was all for his own good.
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Problems after problems. When it rained it poured. All through the day Hermione had avoided making eye contact with him. Was it because of the 'cool' thing? Or was it something else? He had desperately wanted to talk to her but all he was rewarded with was her cold look and a door in his face. Why would she shut herself from him? And why did he care if Hermione Granger did shut herself from him?
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It couldn't possibly be could it? 'It was their friendship' he tried to tell himself. But he knew that it wasn't true.
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The next week proved to Hermione that ignoring Draco was going to be harder than she anticipated. Especially since stupid greasy Snape had paired her, Draco, and Blaise as partners researching on the illegal potion of eternal youth. Of unaging eternal life and the counter potion. But Hermione knew all about that didn't she?
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She sighed as she looked at her notes so far. . . . . . . she really wasn't in the mood for this. Snape knew it. And that's why she could have sworn he set her to work on this.
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Aeternus Potion
This potion was created in the 1950's by an unknown wizard. It was said that he made this potion for himself and his lover so that they could live forever. Aeternus has the effect of the 'Elixir of Life' which is created by the Sorcerer's Stone.
The potion if drank stops the drinker from aging, so the drinker will not die of old age. The only known ingredients in this potion is the blood of a black phoenix mixed with the blood of a unicorn.
The blood of a unicorn can save the drinker even from the brink of death but a cursed life. This blood mixed with the black phoenix creates a solution full of black magic that the black phoenix provides. The black phoenix is a rare creature only serving the most powerful dark wizard. A well known one was Salazar Slytherin's. The two most scarce ingredient is the base of this powerful potion.
Today, this potion is almost impossible to create due to the fact that the black phoenix have been extinct for almost 20 years.
There is a counter potion to the Aeternus. There has only been recording but there is no other information about this counter potion. Only that it will make the drinker age again from the age the drinker drank the Aeternus. To be simple, if one drank the potion at the age of 20, then several hundred years later chose to drink the counter potion, he/she will start to age normally from the age of 20, when one drank the potion.
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Hermione put down her quill as nothing else came to her mind. Or more like nothing else known to the world came to her mind. Of course she knew about this potion. And she. . . . . She knew more about this potion and the counter potion then anyone else. . . . . . She thrust her notes in Blaise's face, completely ignoring Draco.
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"I think I'm done." She said sneering at him. He merely raised his eyebrow. Then he grasped her wrist.
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"That's a very nice ring you have there." He hissed, glaring at her. Damn him. He knew.
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Draco looked up from his work and looked at the scene before him. Hermione was glaring at Blaise while he. . . . . . . .Something about that ring on her finger bothered him.
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"Fuck off." She growled. "Is that why you've been ignoring Draco all through out the day? Because of him?" Draco studied her carefully. Was that why? And did. . . . What did Zabini know? Who was 'him'?
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. "What are you guys going on about?" Draco demanded, not happy to be the one left in the dark. Blaise gave them a smirk. "Are you telling me he doesn't know, Hermione? I thought you would have told him by now. Well, Draco, your little friend here was-" Hermione stood up. Then slapped him as hard as she could across his cheek, leaving a red handprint on a speechless Blaise's face.
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"It's not my choice, Blaise. I'm bound." She turned and ran. Away from Draco following her. Away from the world. Stupid bet led to stupid Draco led to this stupid problem.
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She was a problem child wreaking havoc wherever she went.
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And the usual I need feedback and that means reviews!!!! Heh heh
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Hermione felt a bit woozy. There were beer bottles everywhere in the Slytherin common room and her, Parvati, Pansy, Blaise, and Draco were in the middle of Spin the bottle. They had already played numerous other games such as strip poker and truth or dare where she had to walk up and down the dungeon yelling 'I am a stupid airheaded brunette.' Until she ran into Snape. It wasn't a pleasant experience at all.
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It was her turn again. She took a sip from her beer and spun the bottle. To her surprise it landed on Blaise. She smirked and leaned over and kissed him. She could taste the lingering alchol in his mouth. His tongue slowly probing, searching. Seducing, teasing, that just made Hermione just screw him there. Blaise was good, but he was no Draco.
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Speaking of Draco, he was currently glaring at the lip locked Blaise and Hermione. He cleared his throat after a while. "Think that's enough." He said, still glaring dagger.
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Hermione giggled. "Aww, Drakey's jealous?" She walked over to him and seated herself in his lap and proceeded to coat his neck with her kisses.
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"I think you're drunk."
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"Now that you talk about it, I think I do feel a bit light headed. . . . .think I'm gonna go to bed early. . .night-night."
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She slowly stood up then collapsed back down again as the world spun before her very eyes. "Think I'll take her back to her room. Goodnight, guys." Hermione felt a strong pair of hand pick her up and helped her up the stairs and into Draco's room where she immediately collapsed onto his bed. "I like your room."
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He sighed and sat down next to her. "You shouldn't get drunk. That's not cool."
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"Do you think I'm cool, Draco?"
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"Yeah, I guess."
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She now sat up properly looking more somber and looked into his eyes. "Cool can also mean cold. It sounds like I'm cold. I don't like you." She stood up and walked out of his room. He sighed and plopped onto his bed. She could take stuff the wrong way sometimes. Alcohol always caused problems.
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Hermione woke up with the bright sun in her eyes. She swore softly as the splitting headache hit her. Why did she drink last night? She couldn't remember what the hell happened last night at all. The farthest she could search her mind was when they played exploding snap poker. 'Thank god it's Sunday' she thought. She took a hot shower and put on some normal clothes as in jeans and a tank. Clothes were so overrated. She stood in front of her mirror surveying her puffy eyes. "You look tired." "Duh." She replied to the mirror.
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Hermione picked up Lysander and slowly brushed the kitten's snowy white hair and set him free. She could only hope Mrs. Norris didn't kill her kitten. Then she froze.
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A white envelope stood on her drawer sat there so innocently. The reason her shock was how the envelope was addressed. 'Rhea' Only one person could dare to write a letter addressed like that. And that person wrote in that exactly same sharp cursive writing.
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Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she picked up the envelope and opened it. It contained a letter and. . . . . . a ring. THE ring. Hermione opened the letter her heart pounding in her chest. Oh why did 'he' choose to contact her? Why now? Why when she was so ready to forget him? She slowly started to read the letter which contained one sentence.
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You can run but you can't hide forever.
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She slumped to the floor feeling her energy drain out of her. The message was simple but it broke her from the inside. It was 'him' no mistake. Hermione reached for the ring and looked at it.
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Then, as if in a trance she put it on her right ring finger. It was as if she was under imperious except for the fact that the curse didn't affect her at all. She could feel her mind screaming to not touch the ring but her hands were out of control. She picked up the ring and put it on, suddenly having no desire to remove it. Sighing, she leaned against the wall and observed the burden on her finger. It was silver with intricately carved twin snaked biting each other's tail. One had diamond eye and the other had a ruby eye. He was right. It was everything she hated yet loved.
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The memories once again came flooding back to her in a downpour.
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She walked into his room where he was thankfully alone. He turned to her, his dark gray eyes boring into hers. "What are you doing?" he asked in his usual low threatening voice.
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"Doing the right thing. I don't belong here." She gave a small gasp as he grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. "You chose now out of all time to pick a conscience? And I thought you were smart." He hissed into her ear. She was now afraid. She always was when things got into this situation. But she wasn't going to be submissive. Not today.
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"I am. I'm going to leave." She pulled out a vial containing a red potion and handed it to him. He looked at her questioningly.
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"It's for you. A last gift from me for all the time we shared." She pushed him off and glared at him.
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"There you have it. You have your potion and well, you won't need anyone anymore. I see no reason I should stay. Like you said, emotions are for the weak. You don't love me and I don't love you. Here."
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She pulled out her ring and handed it to him.
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"I thought just maybe I could change you. I thought that you might have loved me. I really thought that we could have a happily live after. But I guess I thought wrong. I had a dream. I had a dream that I could finally live with the only person I loved forever. But dreams are for the foolish. I hate you so much for turning me into what I am. All this time I stood by you hoping that you'd love me. Hoping that there was something inside you. There was when we first met. Then it changed didn't it? You changed. I changed too so I could be with you. Because I still loved you then. I loved you no matter what you did. So I became 'Rhea.' I became what you wanted me to be. I became what I hated the most out of love. I gave up everything, I gave you everything, my heart, body and soul. But still I wasn't good enough for you was I? I gave up my friends. I would have given up my family. I hate you, I loathe you, I resent everything you are. I tried to tell myself that. I tried to believe I hated you. I thought I convinced myself but I always failed when I saw you. You're everything I hate and yet I love you so. I guess I am the weak one huh? I guess I'm too emotional. " She turned and left the room, determined to not show her tears.
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She was stopped by his hand on her shoulder. She spun meeting his cold eyes. "Is that you're final decision?" "Yes." His hand softly stroked her cheek. "A good-bye kiss then." He whispered before capturing her lips. His kiss was gentle and he seemed to savor every second. He pulled away, his hand still caressing her cheek and wiped off her tears.
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Hermione turned and fled, she did not look back. She did not stop until she apparated to London. And even then, she ran until exhaustion took her body and grief claimed her soul.
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Hermione sat in her room. Hoping that she'd wake up. Hoping that when she'd left him she'd left him for good. How stupid was she? How could she have possibly hoped to hide? Then, there was Draco. The blond Slytherin who somehow seemed to melt her from inside. Who first succeeded to open up her heart.
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She finally made a decision. She would avoid Draco. She wouldn't let him get anymore involved. Because she didn't think she could stand seeing him get hurt. When she left her room her heart was set. It was all for his own good.
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Problems after problems. When it rained it poured. All through the day Hermione had avoided making eye contact with him. Was it because of the 'cool' thing? Or was it something else? He had desperately wanted to talk to her but all he was rewarded with was her cold look and a door in his face. Why would she shut herself from him? And why did he care if Hermione Granger did shut herself from him?
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It couldn't possibly be could it? 'It was their friendship' he tried to tell himself. But he knew that it wasn't true.
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The next week proved to Hermione that ignoring Draco was going to be harder than she anticipated. Especially since stupid greasy Snape had paired her, Draco, and Blaise as partners researching on the illegal potion of eternal youth. Of unaging eternal life and the counter potion. But Hermione knew all about that didn't she?
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She sighed as she looked at her notes so far. . . . . . . she really wasn't in the mood for this. Snape knew it. And that's why she could have sworn he set her to work on this.
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Aeternus Potion
This potion was created in the 1950's by an unknown wizard. It was said that he made this potion for himself and his lover so that they could live forever. Aeternus has the effect of the 'Elixir of Life' which is created by the Sorcerer's Stone.
The potion if drank stops the drinker from aging, so the drinker will not die of old age. The only known ingredients in this potion is the blood of a black phoenix mixed with the blood of a unicorn.
The blood of a unicorn can save the drinker even from the brink of death but a cursed life. This blood mixed with the black phoenix creates a solution full of black magic that the black phoenix provides. The black phoenix is a rare creature only serving the most powerful dark wizard. A well known one was Salazar Slytherin's. The two most scarce ingredient is the base of this powerful potion.
Today, this potion is almost impossible to create due to the fact that the black phoenix have been extinct for almost 20 years.
There is a counter potion to the Aeternus. There has only been recording but there is no other information about this counter potion. Only that it will make the drinker age again from the age the drinker drank the Aeternus. To be simple, if one drank the potion at the age of 20, then several hundred years later chose to drink the counter potion, he/she will start to age normally from the age of 20, when one drank the potion.
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Hermione put down her quill as nothing else came to her mind. Or more like nothing else known to the world came to her mind. Of course she knew about this potion. And she. . . . . She knew more about this potion and the counter potion then anyone else. . . . . . She thrust her notes in Blaise's face, completely ignoring Draco.
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"I think I'm done." She said sneering at him. He merely raised his eyebrow. Then he grasped her wrist.
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"That's a very nice ring you have there." He hissed, glaring at her. Damn him. He knew.
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Draco looked up from his work and looked at the scene before him. Hermione was glaring at Blaise while he. . . . . . . .Something about that ring on her finger bothered him.
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"Fuck off." She growled. "Is that why you've been ignoring Draco all through out the day? Because of him?" Draco studied her carefully. Was that why? And did. . . . What did Zabini know? Who was 'him'?
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. "What are you guys going on about?" Draco demanded, not happy to be the one left in the dark. Blaise gave them a smirk. "Are you telling me he doesn't know, Hermione? I thought you would have told him by now. Well, Draco, your little friend here was-" Hermione stood up. Then slapped him as hard as she could across his cheek, leaving a red handprint on a speechless Blaise's face.
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"It's not my choice, Blaise. I'm bound." She turned and ran. Away from Draco following her. Away from the world. Stupid bet led to stupid Draco led to this stupid problem.
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She was a problem child wreaking havoc wherever she went.
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