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Hermione arrived to History of Magic early. She sat alone in the front of the room reading ahead in the textbook, currently she was engrossed in a passage on the Centaur Hunts of 1135; it was a gruesome time.
The bell rang, signaling the start of classes and announcing tardiness if you weren't in your classroom. Hermione looked up just in time to see Ron run into the room late. She rolled her eyes and turned to face Professor Binns, who had not only begun his lesson but was completely oblivious to Ron's lateness. She sighed but decided saying something would be in mean nature and only further alienate her former friends from her.
"...in 1002, by this time the goblins had decided..." Hermione tuned out of Binns' lesson, a strange occurrence for her, but she had other things on her mind.
Had the potion worked? She had seen Draco approach Harry during breakfast and noticed them leaving at the same time after breakfast. It may have worked, or they might've had another duel. For all she knew Harry could've killed Draco after breakfast, everyone refused to talk to her.
Hermione turned her head ever so slightly to glance at Harry out of the corner of her eye, but instead was met with Ron's brown eyes blazing and glaring at her. She snapped her attention forward again, what was his problem? She shrugged her shoulders and tuned back into the lesson.
When finally the bell rung signaling the end of class Hermione couldn't have been happier. She shoved her books into her bag and filed out after the rest of her classmates. It never failed, she was always last out of the classroom no matter what.
She quickly walked away from the sound of students and toward her next class. While walking down a quiet hallway she suddenly found hands on her shoulders. She felt her body being whipped back, then the hands were pushing her back into a wall. A dull thud sounded as she collided and she looked up at her assailant.
"Ron?" Her eyes widened.
"You're going to tell me what you did to him!" Ron screamed two inches from her face.
"Ron, what-"Hermione quivered in fright.
"What did you do!?" Ron pushed harder against her shoulders.
"Ron I don't know what you're talking about, please calm down." She pleaded.
"Draco and Harry! It's sick! You're sick! And you're going to reverse whatever it is you did!" Ron's face was twisted in disgust and his eyes blazed with rage.
"What about them? What's sick? Ron seriously, I don't know." But she could tell her words weren't making it through.
"I saw them." His voice lowered to a harsh whisper," I saw them and they were..." He cut off, obviously too repulsed to continue.
"Ron," Hermione whispered, but her voice didn't come out forceful and harsh, it was quiet and fearful," what did you see?"
"They were...they were..." Ron swallowed audibly," Oh gods, they were fucking kissing. They confessed love for each other." His eyes stared straight into Hermione's with an almost physical force of hatred," You did this. Why?"
Hermione's mouth fell open in surprise. No, no, no, it couldn't be. "Are you sure you saw this?"
"Of course I'm bloody well sure!" He screamed into her face, flecks of spit landed on her cheeks.
"Oh gods, shit..." Hermione looked down, realization dawning on her. This was her fault. "Ron, this is my fault, but you've got to believe I didn't do this on purpose."
"I knew it," Ron hissed. "So betraying us wasn't enough, you had to fuck with his mind?"
"Ron, you know I wouldn't have done that on purpose. I'll undo it all but you're going to have to remove your hands from me." She looked pleadingly into his eyes, begging him to believe her, to forgive her.
He looked like all he wanted to do was murder her right then, there was a strange fire in his eyes, and it truly frightened her. But eventually he lifted his tight grip on her shoulders and backed away.
"You had better fix this. If you don't Hermione, I swear to the gods..." He left the threat open to interpretation, possibly terrifying her more than a specified threat would have. He backed away down the hallway a few more feet before turning his back to her and taking a right down an unseen hallway. She listened as his feet pounded away. Her heart beat frantically. She had screwed things up bad. The more she tried to help, the worse things seemed to get.
When she finally composed herself, she walked to Gryffindor common room instead of Care of Magical Creatures, which she was already late for. Hagrid would understand. Besides, she was his best student, she could afford to miss one class.
As she reached her dorm she grabbed "Love & Friendship, Potions To Bring People Together" from inside her trunk, immediately flipping to the potion she had made. Her eyes searched the page desperately for something she could've missed. Four spoons dragon spitfire and thre eckern tear drops mixed for five minutes. Did that. Add seven unicorn lashes, let simmer for eight minutes. Did that. Add five spoons phoenix blood, which translates into three and a half phoenix tears, and stir clockwise for three minutes. Did that. Her eyes traveled down the page to the bottom where lie a tiny inscription Hermione had paid no mind to before. She had to squint in order to read it:
Use no substitutions or results of potion use may vary depending on the substitution.
Shit, shit, shit. Hermione's hand came up to cover her mouth in horror. It turned into a love potion. How was she supposed to reverse this? She flipped through the book, dread building in her stomach. No reversals, no reversals, how can there be no reversals? She slammed the book shut and threw it on her bed, her jaw clenching as tears fought to release themselves. How could she have been so stupid, so ignorant? Idiot!
She tore out of the dorm and through the common room. She had to get to the library. She couldn't face classes or her former friends until she found a way to fix what she had screwed up.
-
It wasn't long before lunchtime rolled around. Draco and Harry stumbled into the Great Hall, faces flushed and hand in hand. It didn't take long for every head in the entire Hall to turn and stare. A hiss of combined whispers exploded throughout the large room. Draco and Harry ignored them all and disengaged with a parting kiss. Harry walked to Gryffindor table, looking back every few moments and Draco walked to Slytherin table doing the same.
Harry sat next to Ron with a satisfied sigh and stars in his eyes. Ron avoided looking at him and focused on not puking.
"How's life Ron?" Harry asked, turning to his friend with a wide smile.
Ron looked down," Uhm, fine Harry." He mumbled.
Harry's smile faltered," You seem down mate, what's bothering you?" His hand came up to rest on Ron's shoulder. He couldn't help but notice Ron flinch and pull away slightly.
"Nothing, I'm fine, just not hungry. Actually, I think I'm going to go...away...or something." Ron stood quickly and fled the Great Hall. Harry looked after him, confused and slightly hurt. He had lost one friend, was he losing the other as well?
He looked up to meet Draco's eyes from the other end of the Hall. The blonde looked at him questioningly and Harry shrugged his shoulders.
A/N Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I've been totally expecting at least a couple flames and none have come and I love you all so much. Seriously, you all rock. Please keep reviewing!
Hermione arrived to History of Magic early. She sat alone in the front of the room reading ahead in the textbook, currently she was engrossed in a passage on the Centaur Hunts of 1135; it was a gruesome time.
The bell rang, signaling the start of classes and announcing tardiness if you weren't in your classroom. Hermione looked up just in time to see Ron run into the room late. She rolled her eyes and turned to face Professor Binns, who had not only begun his lesson but was completely oblivious to Ron's lateness. She sighed but decided saying something would be in mean nature and only further alienate her former friends from her.
"...in 1002, by this time the goblins had decided..." Hermione tuned out of Binns' lesson, a strange occurrence for her, but she had other things on her mind.
Had the potion worked? She had seen Draco approach Harry during breakfast and noticed them leaving at the same time after breakfast. It may have worked, or they might've had another duel. For all she knew Harry could've killed Draco after breakfast, everyone refused to talk to her.
Hermione turned her head ever so slightly to glance at Harry out of the corner of her eye, but instead was met with Ron's brown eyes blazing and glaring at her. She snapped her attention forward again, what was his problem? She shrugged her shoulders and tuned back into the lesson.
When finally the bell rung signaling the end of class Hermione couldn't have been happier. She shoved her books into her bag and filed out after the rest of her classmates. It never failed, she was always last out of the classroom no matter what.
She quickly walked away from the sound of students and toward her next class. While walking down a quiet hallway she suddenly found hands on her shoulders. She felt her body being whipped back, then the hands were pushing her back into a wall. A dull thud sounded as she collided and she looked up at her assailant.
"Ron?" Her eyes widened.
"You're going to tell me what you did to him!" Ron screamed two inches from her face.
"Ron, what-"Hermione quivered in fright.
"What did you do!?" Ron pushed harder against her shoulders.
"Ron I don't know what you're talking about, please calm down." She pleaded.
"Draco and Harry! It's sick! You're sick! And you're going to reverse whatever it is you did!" Ron's face was twisted in disgust and his eyes blazed with rage.
"What about them? What's sick? Ron seriously, I don't know." But she could tell her words weren't making it through.
"I saw them." His voice lowered to a harsh whisper," I saw them and they were..." He cut off, obviously too repulsed to continue.
"Ron," Hermione whispered, but her voice didn't come out forceful and harsh, it was quiet and fearful," what did you see?"
"They were...they were..." Ron swallowed audibly," Oh gods, they were fucking kissing. They confessed love for each other." His eyes stared straight into Hermione's with an almost physical force of hatred," You did this. Why?"
Hermione's mouth fell open in surprise. No, no, no, it couldn't be. "Are you sure you saw this?"
"Of course I'm bloody well sure!" He screamed into her face, flecks of spit landed on her cheeks.
"Oh gods, shit..." Hermione looked down, realization dawning on her. This was her fault. "Ron, this is my fault, but you've got to believe I didn't do this on purpose."
"I knew it," Ron hissed. "So betraying us wasn't enough, you had to fuck with his mind?"
"Ron, you know I wouldn't have done that on purpose. I'll undo it all but you're going to have to remove your hands from me." She looked pleadingly into his eyes, begging him to believe her, to forgive her.
He looked like all he wanted to do was murder her right then, there was a strange fire in his eyes, and it truly frightened her. But eventually he lifted his tight grip on her shoulders and backed away.
"You had better fix this. If you don't Hermione, I swear to the gods..." He left the threat open to interpretation, possibly terrifying her more than a specified threat would have. He backed away down the hallway a few more feet before turning his back to her and taking a right down an unseen hallway. She listened as his feet pounded away. Her heart beat frantically. She had screwed things up bad. The more she tried to help, the worse things seemed to get.
When she finally composed herself, she walked to Gryffindor common room instead of Care of Magical Creatures, which she was already late for. Hagrid would understand. Besides, she was his best student, she could afford to miss one class.
As she reached her dorm she grabbed "Love & Friendship, Potions To Bring People Together" from inside her trunk, immediately flipping to the potion she had made. Her eyes searched the page desperately for something she could've missed. Four spoons dragon spitfire and thre eckern tear drops mixed for five minutes. Did that. Add seven unicorn lashes, let simmer for eight minutes. Did that. Add five spoons phoenix blood, which translates into three and a half phoenix tears, and stir clockwise for three minutes. Did that. Her eyes traveled down the page to the bottom where lie a tiny inscription Hermione had paid no mind to before. She had to squint in order to read it:
Use no substitutions or results of potion use may vary depending on the substitution.
Shit, shit, shit. Hermione's hand came up to cover her mouth in horror. It turned into a love potion. How was she supposed to reverse this? She flipped through the book, dread building in her stomach. No reversals, no reversals, how can there be no reversals? She slammed the book shut and threw it on her bed, her jaw clenching as tears fought to release themselves. How could she have been so stupid, so ignorant? Idiot!
She tore out of the dorm and through the common room. She had to get to the library. She couldn't face classes or her former friends until she found a way to fix what she had screwed up.
-
It wasn't long before lunchtime rolled around. Draco and Harry stumbled into the Great Hall, faces flushed and hand in hand. It didn't take long for every head in the entire Hall to turn and stare. A hiss of combined whispers exploded throughout the large room. Draco and Harry ignored them all and disengaged with a parting kiss. Harry walked to Gryffindor table, looking back every few moments and Draco walked to Slytherin table doing the same.
Harry sat next to Ron with a satisfied sigh and stars in his eyes. Ron avoided looking at him and focused on not puking.
"How's life Ron?" Harry asked, turning to his friend with a wide smile.
Ron looked down," Uhm, fine Harry." He mumbled.
Harry's smile faltered," You seem down mate, what's bothering you?" His hand came up to rest on Ron's shoulder. He couldn't help but notice Ron flinch and pull away slightly.
"Nothing, I'm fine, just not hungry. Actually, I think I'm going to go...away...or something." Ron stood quickly and fled the Great Hall. Harry looked after him, confused and slightly hurt. He had lost one friend, was he losing the other as well?
He looked up to meet Draco's eyes from the other end of the Hall. The blonde looked at him questioningly and Harry shrugged his shoulders.
A/N Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I've been totally expecting at least a couple flames and none have come and I love you all so much. Seriously, you all rock. Please keep reviewing!