Hermione padded purposefully into the musty library. The smell of old books
reached her nostrils and she breathed in the familiar smell appreciatively.
One thought ran through her mind and it compelled her to walk straight to
the potions section. She turned down a dark aisle, eyes searching book
spines for titles that suited her purpose. One in particular caught her
eye, "Love & Friendship, Potions To Bring People Together" by Arthur
Menuelius. She hissed a triumphant "yes" and raised herself on her tiptoes.
Her fingers barely brushed the spine of the book.
"Damn," she whispered, quickly looking down in search of a foot stool of some sort. She sighed in annoyance when she found no sight of one. Maybe in another aisle, she thought and slipped around a corner at the end of the bookcases, her eyes on the floor.
Black leather shoes loomed into Hermione's limited view and before she had a chance to think about looking up she ran headlong into a hard body.
"Watch it," a cold voice growled. Hermione's head snapped up to meet the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, it's the mudblood. How's Potter?" Malfoy sneered and chuckled.
Hermione's eyes set aflame with anger," He'll be fine."
"Maybe physically, but what's he going to think about you when he wakes up? His best friend jumps into his fight to save his enemy. Not much incentive to continue a friendship there, is there?" Draco's voice held amusement which was only encouraged by Hermione's anger and annoyance.
She couldn't stand it anymore, Hermione whipped out her wand and held it threateningly an inch from Malfoy's face," If you want the use of your eyesight for the rest of your life I suggest you stand aside now and let me find the bloody foot stool I was in search for." Draco's eyes went wide and his bottom lip almost quivered, but he quickly caught hold of himself, sneered, and stepped back to lean against the bookshelves.
"Just go back to your precious studying mudblood, it's not like there's any boyfriend waiting up for you, as if one would." Draco continued to drill his cold eyes into Hermione's, holding a perfected sneer on his lips.
"Bugger off Malfoy," Hermione's voice came out as a harsh whisper, tears sprung in her eyes and she quickly turned away so Draco couldn't see them. Suddenly her eyes caught sight of a small wooden foot stool a couple feet away. She rushed over to it, picked it up and carried it back to the potions aisle. The book was now in perfect reach and she dragged it down off the shelf.
The book was leather bound and ridiculously heavy, it smelled of the ages, and the pages were yellowed and torn around the edges. Hermione carried the book to an open table in a secluded part of the library and dropped it onto the table with a thud. She sat in front of it and simply looked at the dull brown cover for a moment. Malfoy's comments were still running through her mind, they bothered her more than usual. This time he hadn't simply called her names, he had gotten personal. The truth can sometimes hurt more than childish taunting. Hermione took a deep breath and sighed, she'd fix it, she'd fix it all. She reached up and pulled the cover of the book over, the spine cracked like a clap at the motion.
"Love Potion Number 1, Number 2, Number 3, no, no, not what I'm looking for at all..." Hermione mumbled to herself, running a finger down the Table of Contents,"...Friends With Benefits Potion Number 1, Number...ugh! No!"
Hermione brought a hand to her forehead and squeezed her temples," For goodness sakes, I just want them to be not enemy's, I don't want to turn them into lovers." A grimace overcame her face and she continued her search onto the next page.
"Aha!" Sounded Hermione's triumphant voice throughout the enclave of bookshelves in which she was hidden away," Bring enemy's together, Friends Potion Number 7. Perfect." Hermione quickly flipped to the page with the actual instructions and read through the ingredients," Unicorn eyelashes, dragon spitfire, eckern tear drops, and phoenix blood. Hm, not too complicated, though some of the ingredients will be rather difficult to obtain."
She was satisfied, she snapped the book shut and exited her hide out. Thankfully Malfoy was nowhere to be seen and Hermione was safe to walk to the Gryffindor common room in peace. Once there she would be able to plan how to obtain ingredients for her potion and how to explain any missed time from her friends, if they cared.
Please, PLEASE review. I am anxious to hear what others think of my work. Flames are cool, just try and give me a reason for the flame, not just "you suck" or something similar. If anybody finds spelling errors or awkward sentences I would love to hear about it so I can correct it. Thank you. =)
"Damn," she whispered, quickly looking down in search of a foot stool of some sort. She sighed in annoyance when she found no sight of one. Maybe in another aisle, she thought and slipped around a corner at the end of the bookcases, her eyes on the floor.
Black leather shoes loomed into Hermione's limited view and before she had a chance to think about looking up she ran headlong into a hard body.
"Watch it," a cold voice growled. Hermione's head snapped up to meet the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, it's the mudblood. How's Potter?" Malfoy sneered and chuckled.
Hermione's eyes set aflame with anger," He'll be fine."
"Maybe physically, but what's he going to think about you when he wakes up? His best friend jumps into his fight to save his enemy. Not much incentive to continue a friendship there, is there?" Draco's voice held amusement which was only encouraged by Hermione's anger and annoyance.
She couldn't stand it anymore, Hermione whipped out her wand and held it threateningly an inch from Malfoy's face," If you want the use of your eyesight for the rest of your life I suggest you stand aside now and let me find the bloody foot stool I was in search for." Draco's eyes went wide and his bottom lip almost quivered, but he quickly caught hold of himself, sneered, and stepped back to lean against the bookshelves.
"Just go back to your precious studying mudblood, it's not like there's any boyfriend waiting up for you, as if one would." Draco continued to drill his cold eyes into Hermione's, holding a perfected sneer on his lips.
"Bugger off Malfoy," Hermione's voice came out as a harsh whisper, tears sprung in her eyes and she quickly turned away so Draco couldn't see them. Suddenly her eyes caught sight of a small wooden foot stool a couple feet away. She rushed over to it, picked it up and carried it back to the potions aisle. The book was now in perfect reach and she dragged it down off the shelf.
The book was leather bound and ridiculously heavy, it smelled of the ages, and the pages were yellowed and torn around the edges. Hermione carried the book to an open table in a secluded part of the library and dropped it onto the table with a thud. She sat in front of it and simply looked at the dull brown cover for a moment. Malfoy's comments were still running through her mind, they bothered her more than usual. This time he hadn't simply called her names, he had gotten personal. The truth can sometimes hurt more than childish taunting. Hermione took a deep breath and sighed, she'd fix it, she'd fix it all. She reached up and pulled the cover of the book over, the spine cracked like a clap at the motion.
"Love Potion Number 1, Number 2, Number 3, no, no, not what I'm looking for at all..." Hermione mumbled to herself, running a finger down the Table of Contents,"...Friends With Benefits Potion Number 1, Number...ugh! No!"
Hermione brought a hand to her forehead and squeezed her temples," For goodness sakes, I just want them to be not enemy's, I don't want to turn them into lovers." A grimace overcame her face and she continued her search onto the next page.
"Aha!" Sounded Hermione's triumphant voice throughout the enclave of bookshelves in which she was hidden away," Bring enemy's together, Friends Potion Number 7. Perfect." Hermione quickly flipped to the page with the actual instructions and read through the ingredients," Unicorn eyelashes, dragon spitfire, eckern tear drops, and phoenix blood. Hm, not too complicated, though some of the ingredients will be rather difficult to obtain."
She was satisfied, she snapped the book shut and exited her hide out. Thankfully Malfoy was nowhere to be seen and Hermione was safe to walk to the Gryffindor common room in peace. Once there she would be able to plan how to obtain ingredients for her potion and how to explain any missed time from her friends, if they cared.
Please, PLEASE review. I am anxious to hear what others think of my work. Flames are cool, just try and give me a reason for the flame, not just "you suck" or something similar. If anybody finds spelling errors or awkward sentences I would love to hear about it so I can correct it. Thank you. =)