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Isolde sat in the bathroom waiting for Hermione Granger. She was an hour early, and had previously swiped some ingredience for the potion.
It was apparent that Snape had turned a blind eye to her theft, because he would have figured it out by class time. She was already prepared to tell him that it was a little project that she was working on to improve her potion skills. She hoped that he wouldn't realize the ingredience were for love potions.
She set up her cauldron and pulled out her note writing in it to pass the time.
"Lonelyness, not really a feeling I choose to dwell on. Draco assumes getting close to Hermione will be easy, I haven't had friends since Kindergarden. I believe most people would be driven crazy with the lack of Human contact, but I was born insane so I suppose I have my reasons.
"Hermione is too happy for me, which makes it even more difficult. Maybe she should lay off the fun drugs, no one can be that happy and not have seen a doctor. Everyone has their secrets, I wonder what Hermione's is... Maybe she has a part time job as a stripper, she has the body. insert inturnal laughter I could see it now, I bet her stage name is Bubbles Galore."
Isolde put her note book in her bag, smiling at the thought of Hermione Granger stripping. Sometimes it made Isolde wonder if she was really a guy or not....
Out of boredom she grabbed her small make up bag and headed to a mirror.
"What are you doing here?" asked a sobbering voice.
"Applying make up," Isolde replied not turning around. She put on her black eyeliner, semi-carefully.
"W-Wh-y?" the voice asked hiccupping.
"Bored," Isolde sighed as she smudged her right eye. "Stupid right hand," she cursed her right hand as she was a lefty.
"Let me see," the girl asked sniffling slightly.
Isolde turned, slightly shocked at the ghosts apearance. "It isn't the greatest yet, I'm not finished."
The Ghost was inturn surprised at Isolde's appearance. "Here," the ghost raised her clammy hand and whipped away the smudge.
Isolde smiled. "You could be useful," she finished by drawing little lines and swirls around her eyes.
"That looks pretty," Moaning Murtle complimented her.
"Thank you," Isolde bowed.
Moaning Murtle laughed breifly, then her face turned mournful again.
Hermione walked into the room, causing Murtle to flee, sobbering everywhere.
"Isolde right?" she asked.
"Yeah," Isolde replied. "That would be I."
"Want to get started?" she asked brightly.
"Sure," Isolde replied.
ONE HOUR LATER
Isolde and Hermione watched the cauldron bubble softly.
"That looks like my mothers cooking," Isolde finally broke the silence.
Hermione smiled slightly. The thick purple goo simmered.
"So," Isolde tried to make conversation. "What are you thinking about?"
Hermione grinned. "Who are you making this potion for?"
"My lips are sealed," Isolde smiled.
"Fine," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest in defeat. "I like your eye make-up," Hermione complimented.
"Wow, two compliments in one day, thats a new record," Isolde said sarcastically.
"What was the old one?" Hermione asked.
"One and it was set about an hour ago by Murtle," Isolde replied.
"Your alright Isolde," Hermione said.
"Well now that I have your approval," Isolde shot, getting up hastely.
"No I did mean like that," Hermione said, getting up and grabbing her arm before Isolde could escape.
"What?" Isolde snapped, pulling her arm away from Hermione.
Hermione blushed. "How do you know you're," she paused looking for the words. "you know," was the best she could come up with.
"What?" Isolde looked confused. "Oh, Gay?" she asked.
"Yeah," Hermione said blushing further.
"Well I know I'm not 100% Gay," Isolde offered.
"But you like a girl, right," Hermione pressed.
Isolde tried to skirt around the subject. "Why are you so interested?"
Hermione blushed. "I was just interested."
"I have to go Hermione," Isolde grinned. "I'll meet you here tommorrow?"
Hermione nodded.
Isolde dissapeared from the washroom.
"We have a problem," Isolde caught up with Draco.
"What now?" Draco hissed at her.
Isolde had found him in the Slytherin common room. Half their house mates turned to stare.
Draco glared at them and they went back to their work.
"Hermione isn't straight," Isolde told him.
Draco looked amoused. "You know this for sure?"
"Well not exsactly," Isolde tried to explain. "She thinks I'm making the potion for a girl."
"Well you are," Draco said.
"But she thinks I'm using it," Isolde complained. "She thinks I'm Gay."
"Well are you?" Draco asked.
"Not entirely," Isolde said hurriedly. "But that's besides the point, Hermione is interested in girls."
Draco eye'd Isolde with new fascination. "So you like girls," he tried again.
"Draco," Isolde hissed. "My sextuality is not the question here."
Draco walked around her, servaying her like a test subject.
Isolde began to walk away.
Draco grabbed her by the arm.
"What is it with people this week?" Isolde groaned. "Normally you don't want to touch my with fiffty foot poles!"
Draco eye'd her with even more curiosity. "Did Hermione touch you?"
Isolde glared at him. "Not like that," she said stomping off. Air had been becomming an issue.
Isolde walked around the school yard. It was getting later and it would be curfew soon.
"Isolde!" snapped a voice.
"What did I do now?" Isolde asked.
"There has to be a reason for me to yell at you?" Severus asked walking up behind her.
"Hardy har har," Isolde rolled her eye's.
Snape walked beside her in an even pase. "Why did you take things from my potions class room?" he asked instantly.
"Well you sure know how to get the point," Isolde drawled.
Snape stared her down.
"I'm practicing potions," Isolde grumbled.
"Why?" Snape asked.
"You said I needed work on my grades," Isolde replied.
"But you never work at anything," Snape reminded her.
"Well if it's such I problem I'll stop," Isolde glared.
Snape sighed. "You should have asked."
"Do I ever?" Isolde wondered aloud.
"You should work on that as well," Snape mentioned. "What potion are you attempting?"
"Umm," Isolde wasn't prepared for this. "The," she paused. "Open your mind potion," she smiled. The ingredience was almost the same.
"Why that one?" Snape eye'd her curiously.
"I want a tatto," Isolde said quickly. "Hoping mom will open her mind."
"But you already have a tattoo," Snape glared at her.
"I want another one," Isolde replied. Isolde shut her mind to him. She knew he'd go looking in there for answers, she figured out awhile ago that he had difficult's reaching into family's mind, and used it against him.
"You learn to much from you're mother," he said and stalked off.
"So do you," Isolde grummbled.
"Don't get in any trouble!" he called back to her.
"I'll try!" Isolde shouted back.
Thanks for reading... I guess it's kind of boring at the moment... I'm trying ok... looks into Magick Hate Ball You have no life shakes it again Next Chapter Love Blosoms....
Isolde sat in the bathroom waiting for Hermione Granger. She was an hour early, and had previously swiped some ingredience for the potion.
It was apparent that Snape had turned a blind eye to her theft, because he would have figured it out by class time. She was already prepared to tell him that it was a little project that she was working on to improve her potion skills. She hoped that he wouldn't realize the ingredience were for love potions.
She set up her cauldron and pulled out her note writing in it to pass the time.
"Lonelyness, not really a feeling I choose to dwell on. Draco assumes getting close to Hermione will be easy, I haven't had friends since Kindergarden. I believe most people would be driven crazy with the lack of Human contact, but I was born insane so I suppose I have my reasons.
"Hermione is too happy for me, which makes it even more difficult. Maybe she should lay off the fun drugs, no one can be that happy and not have seen a doctor. Everyone has their secrets, I wonder what Hermione's is... Maybe she has a part time job as a stripper, she has the body. insert inturnal laughter I could see it now, I bet her stage name is Bubbles Galore."
Isolde put her note book in her bag, smiling at the thought of Hermione Granger stripping. Sometimes it made Isolde wonder if she was really a guy or not....
Out of boredom she grabbed her small make up bag and headed to a mirror.
"What are you doing here?" asked a sobbering voice.
"Applying make up," Isolde replied not turning around. She put on her black eyeliner, semi-carefully.
"W-Wh-y?" the voice asked hiccupping.
"Bored," Isolde sighed as she smudged her right eye. "Stupid right hand," she cursed her right hand as she was a lefty.
"Let me see," the girl asked sniffling slightly.
Isolde turned, slightly shocked at the ghosts apearance. "It isn't the greatest yet, I'm not finished."
The Ghost was inturn surprised at Isolde's appearance. "Here," the ghost raised her clammy hand and whipped away the smudge.
Isolde smiled. "You could be useful," she finished by drawing little lines and swirls around her eyes.
"That looks pretty," Moaning Murtle complimented her.
"Thank you," Isolde bowed.
Moaning Murtle laughed breifly, then her face turned mournful again.
Hermione walked into the room, causing Murtle to flee, sobbering everywhere.
"Isolde right?" she asked.
"Yeah," Isolde replied. "That would be I."
"Want to get started?" she asked brightly.
"Sure," Isolde replied.
ONE HOUR LATER
Isolde and Hermione watched the cauldron bubble softly.
"That looks like my mothers cooking," Isolde finally broke the silence.
Hermione smiled slightly. The thick purple goo simmered.
"So," Isolde tried to make conversation. "What are you thinking about?"
Hermione grinned. "Who are you making this potion for?"
"My lips are sealed," Isolde smiled.
"Fine," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest in defeat. "I like your eye make-up," Hermione complimented.
"Wow, two compliments in one day, thats a new record," Isolde said sarcastically.
"What was the old one?" Hermione asked.
"One and it was set about an hour ago by Murtle," Isolde replied.
"Your alright Isolde," Hermione said.
"Well now that I have your approval," Isolde shot, getting up hastely.
"No I did mean like that," Hermione said, getting up and grabbing her arm before Isolde could escape.
"What?" Isolde snapped, pulling her arm away from Hermione.
Hermione blushed. "How do you know you're," she paused looking for the words. "you know," was the best she could come up with.
"What?" Isolde looked confused. "Oh, Gay?" she asked.
"Yeah," Hermione said blushing further.
"Well I know I'm not 100% Gay," Isolde offered.
"But you like a girl, right," Hermione pressed.
Isolde tried to skirt around the subject. "Why are you so interested?"
Hermione blushed. "I was just interested."
"I have to go Hermione," Isolde grinned. "I'll meet you here tommorrow?"
Hermione nodded.
Isolde dissapeared from the washroom.
"We have a problem," Isolde caught up with Draco.
"What now?" Draco hissed at her.
Isolde had found him in the Slytherin common room. Half their house mates turned to stare.
Draco glared at them and they went back to their work.
"Hermione isn't straight," Isolde told him.
Draco looked amoused. "You know this for sure?"
"Well not exsactly," Isolde tried to explain. "She thinks I'm making the potion for a girl."
"Well you are," Draco said.
"But she thinks I'm using it," Isolde complained. "She thinks I'm Gay."
"Well are you?" Draco asked.
"Not entirely," Isolde said hurriedly. "But that's besides the point, Hermione is interested in girls."
Draco eye'd Isolde with new fascination. "So you like girls," he tried again.
"Draco," Isolde hissed. "My sextuality is not the question here."
Draco walked around her, servaying her like a test subject.
Isolde began to walk away.
Draco grabbed her by the arm.
"What is it with people this week?" Isolde groaned. "Normally you don't want to touch my with fiffty foot poles!"
Draco eye'd her with even more curiosity. "Did Hermione touch you?"
Isolde glared at him. "Not like that," she said stomping off. Air had been becomming an issue.
Isolde walked around the school yard. It was getting later and it would be curfew soon.
"Isolde!" snapped a voice.
"What did I do now?" Isolde asked.
"There has to be a reason for me to yell at you?" Severus asked walking up behind her.
"Hardy har har," Isolde rolled her eye's.
Snape walked beside her in an even pase. "Why did you take things from my potions class room?" he asked instantly.
"Well you sure know how to get the point," Isolde drawled.
Snape stared her down.
"I'm practicing potions," Isolde grumbled.
"Why?" Snape asked.
"You said I needed work on my grades," Isolde replied.
"But you never work at anything," Snape reminded her.
"Well if it's such I problem I'll stop," Isolde glared.
Snape sighed. "You should have asked."
"Do I ever?" Isolde wondered aloud.
"You should work on that as well," Snape mentioned. "What potion are you attempting?"
"Umm," Isolde wasn't prepared for this. "The," she paused. "Open your mind potion," she smiled. The ingredience was almost the same.
"Why that one?" Snape eye'd her curiously.
"I want a tatto," Isolde said quickly. "Hoping mom will open her mind."
"But you already have a tattoo," Snape glared at her.
"I want another one," Isolde replied. Isolde shut her mind to him. She knew he'd go looking in there for answers, she figured out awhile ago that he had difficult's reaching into family's mind, and used it against him.
"You learn to much from you're mother," he said and stalked off.
"So do you," Isolde grummbled.
"Don't get in any trouble!" he called back to her.
"I'll try!" Isolde shouted back.
Thanks for reading... I guess it's kind of boring at the moment... I'm trying ok... looks into Magick Hate Ball You have no life shakes it again Next Chapter Love Blosoms....