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I had thought of them first. The only characters I own are the ones that
are out of my lovely twisted imagination. SO, enjoy.
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Mogul: THANK YOU! You've given me some great encouragement.
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Reader: Thanks for the encouragement...someone trusts me! Lol.
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Chapter Four: Diagon Alley's Surprises
Hermione's bed groaned upon the weight of all of her bags, her trunk
and the cage that held a very upset large orange cat. It was spitting
and writing while managing to wreak havoc on all that came in its
path. Clawing at anyone who came near, Hermione sighed indignantly,
"Crook shanks...I can't let you out if you don't stop doing that. Silly
cat."
Harry snorted back a laugh. The last thing that he would call Crook shanks was silly. That cat was evil in it's purest form, and all he had to do was expose that cat for what it really was. But no matter what, Hermione seemed too in love with the cat to actually punish it and see it for what it really was. Love really blinded people. He sighed inwardly as he stood in the doorway. He supposed how the Weasleys were treating him was out of their love for Ginny, but it felt like complete and total rejection. Rejection that he hated...especially from the only family that he'd really ever had.
"Harry?" Hermione smiled and waved her hand in front of his face. "Harry...back to earth now Harry! Have you seen your face? It's hysterical. Why the zone out on me?" she looked at him curiously with a coy smile on her face. She moved closer to him, fingering the collar of his robes. "Was it because of me?" her expression slowly softened as she leaned towards his face. All at once Harry realized what was going on. "No!" he cried as he pushed her away.
She fell back onto her bed, hitting her head on her trunk full of thick spell books full of spells and potions more complicated than he could begin to imagine. Her fluffy brown hair fell into her face and she looked at him with a grin, "Don't you know I was kidding, Harry? Just testing your loyalty to Ginny."
"Oh," Harry said stupidly, "Well...sorry. Um...I'm gonna go and, er...get Ron. Okay? We'll meet you at the front of the Inn in five minutes?"
"Yeah Harry! Don't look so worried!" she rubbed her head, still lying almost seductively against the frame of the trunk. "I'll be FINE!" she called after him as he stepped quickly out of the room and into the dark hallway. "Don't look so worried!" she mimicked in a quiet voice, "You love Ginny...well what about me? Won't I ever get a bloody boyfriend? Oh, yes, plenty of mates that happen to be boys, but no boyfriend. Well Mr. Harry Potter, things are going to be different this year...very, very different. I'm gonna get MY way, for once." She quickly got up and threw off her normal robes. Tonight...would be a night for Mr. Potter to remember. She grabbed a slinky black dress that she'd bought as a joke in a muggle store with her mum last summer. Buying it a size too big had been the perfect thing to do...now it fit to perfection. She put it over her head and slid it slowly into place. Showing off each and every curve, she looked amazing. "Now only one thing left to do!" she murmured. She grabbed four potions out of a small drawer in the trunk and slipped them into her purse. Throwing on a normal robe, so that she would look normal until she decided to unveil herself, she looked in the mirror. "Perfect," she whispered with a hint of anger in her voice. "This is going to go wonderfully...."
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"Where the bloody hell is she?" Ron practically screamed. People walking through the cobble stone streets of Diagon Alley stopped to stare at his outburst. Harry waved them along and said hesitantly, "Maybe she's getting ready or something. You know how girls are, mate!" he slung an arm around Ron's shoulder, "Primping and perfecting themselves, just for us. Maybe she's doing it for you, mate!" he punched him playfully in the arm.
"Do ya think?!" Ron's eyes shone hopefully, but the hope was soon cast out by a shadow of doubt. "Harry, you know she doesn't fancy me. If anything, she fancies you." He looked at Harry hoping that he would stand corrected, but was responded to with silence.
"She's been acting odd lately," Harry mumbled. Ron looked at him with an obvious look of, what could only be described as—DUH! Harry shrugged, "I mean...odd for even Hermione. Like, she's happy one moment and not happy the next, angry, in fact. Like, she could practically jump on top of me and attack me."
Ron looked horrified at Harry's words. "Mate," he gulped looking in
the doorway suddenly. There stood a Hermione unlike one that Harry had
ever seen before. "What in God's heaven?" Ron gasped. Harry understood
his expression. Hermione's hair, now straightened and shining brightly
fell down to her waist in a perfect wave of silk. Her eyes were
outlined in charcoal, and looked like they had gotten flecks of
lavender within minutes. Whatever was under the robe that she had on
didn't bear thinking about...there was something wrong with her, and
Harry wasn't about to underestimate the powers of Hermione.
Ron stared with such awe that Hermione smiled with pouty lips. She
slinkily slid her way over to Ron and put her arm around him. She
looked at Harry when she whispered in Ron's ear, "Hey—wanna go have a
crazy night on the town? My treat...and you're my treat." Ron grinned in
disbelief as Harry frowned. "Well Harry, ready to go?" her words stung
like venom laced with a sultry, intoxicating air. Harry knew she was
too dangerous to handle right now. "Actually...I'm feeling kind of
tired. I think I'll stay in." The wrong thing to say... "Well, I'm a great nurse. You won't mind if we, postpone, Ron...do you?" she breathed in his ear. He looked to happy to be disappointed in the cancellation. "Harry here needs some...one on one time with his nurse." She smiled at Harry and winked.
"No, I'm fine. Really...I just need time to, er...write in my, um...diary."
He looked down as though embarrassed that he kept a diary...which was a
complete bald faced lie. But, hey...what else would get her off of his
back. "You go on with Ron. I'll be fine."
"Thanks Mate!" Ron mouthed to him as Hermione pouted. "Harryyyyy!!!"
Hermione whined loudly, "I WANT you to come!" she sighed dramatically,
"But I guess if it's just Ron and I..." she ran her fingernails through
his flaming red hair, "Than that's the way it will be..." Harry smiled, "I guess so! NOW BYE!" He watched as Ron dragged her off to the local wizard nightclub. What had gotten into Hermione? This wasn't like her to do this...no matter what was going on, she never had acted like she ever thought of Harry as more than a friend. There was something wrong...and he was determined to find out what. He quickly opened his potions book and found a reversing potion...to reverse a spell or potion that had caused an effect that was undesirable. Luckily, it was fairly simple, and it would tell him what spell had been cast on Hermione. The name of the undesirable effect would show up on the victim's arm for three seconds before disappearing and making the effects of the spell immediately go away.
After three hours of intense work, he collapsed on his bed, thoroughly
exhausted. Making potions took a lot out of him...and the potion turned
out more difficult than it seemed. He heard a knock on the door,
accompanied by a high pitched giggle. Hermione was back...Harry quickly
jumped up and poured the drink into a golden goblet before allowing
her in. It was time to play her own game if he was to give her the
potion...
"Hermione...baby, I've been thinking. We need to talk. Sit down,
please." He motioned for her to sit on his bed. She eyed him with a
sultry look and sat, spreading herself out completely. "But
first...drink this," he handed her the golden goblet full of the potion,
"And let me hold you while you drink it..." She readily accepted his
offer and gulped down the goblet's contents before grabbing him around
the middle, "I've been waiting for this—" a glazed look came upon her
face. He grabbed her arm to see the name of the spell. It read:
Seductress and Opposition Spell. He whistled...she'd gotten a bad one.
She quickly woke up from the glazed state and quickly looked down at
herself. "OH!" she squealed when she saw her attire, "What am I
wearing...HARRY?!" she pulled away and glanced at the boiling cauldron,
"DID YOU DO SOMETHING?!"
"NO!!!!!" he yelled, "I just saved you from doing something worse. Do
you know what the Seductress and Opposition Spell is, Hermione?" She
looked at him in disbelief. "No..." she whispered in disbelief.
"It's—" Harry began to explain. "I know what it is!" Hermione whispered with tears in her eyes, "How could I have been so stupid as to...Harry." She paused quickly, "That potion can only be given to one who ingests it. I didn't do that on purpose...that's one of the most evil potions that you can give someone. It turns you, well...into someone more dishonorable than you can imagine. First...it turns you dishonorable by name and nature. Then, you dishonor your family and friends. Your world comes next, and finally...you turn into what you have created for yourself. A horrible hideous beast disguised as a beautiful seductress. That potion can rarely be recognized or reversed...but why? Who would have given that to me?" she looked at him teary eyed, with mascara running down her cheeks.
"I don't know..." Harry wondered aloud, "Did you drink anything today?"
"Yes!" Hermione glanced at him, "I got something when I arrived here, in the pub...but I went to the bathroom and left my drink out and exposed...How STUPID WAS I?!" She banged her head against his shoulder, "How could I have been so stupid?" "You shouldn't have had to worry," Harry whispered. "Now go sleep for the night...we'll discuss this with everyone in the morning..." she quickly nodded and ducked quietly out of his room. "Harry?" she poked her head in again, "Thanks." She quickly ducked out again and headed for her room. When he heard the click of her door closing he sighed. Who would have done something like this? Why to Hermione? What was going on? He slowly rested his head on his pillow, not noticing that his picture of Ginny was gone from his bedside...
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Authors Note: Yes...it's odd. I know. But my story is slightly odd...I promise
more fluff in the future, but this is important to get the base of the problem. Hahah...I guess it's bigger than I planned( Night everyone! I'll try and write more tomorrow. But I'm tired now *yawns* It's 11:30 PM and I'm
tiiiiirrrrrreeedd...I was also ordered to be asleep by 11:30 at the
latest...oops *whistles innocently and dashes into bed* Heh.
Mogul: THANK YOU! You've given me some great encouragement.
Eric2: Thanks for keeping up with my story! It's so nice to have a committed reader. I like your idea, but I have something good planned( *evil grin* Ha.
Reader: Thanks for the encouragement...someone trusts me! Lol.
Ha: WELL, you've certainly very kind. And I would just like to say thank you for making no sense and proving the point that not only are you cowardly for not leaving your name...it's called fan fiction because I make up the story line, and I write it in my writing style...Not J.K. Rowling's style. If you have problems with my story...read the whole thing and then leave your name so I can inquire about why you hate it so much. Because if one person does, chances are that other people do too...so, help me by giving a name next time.
Readers...this next chapter is for YOU...and if you read, PLEASE REVIEW...Flames are accepted, if you're courageous enough to put your name, that is.
Chapter Four: Diagon Alley's Surprises
Hermione's bed groaned upon the weight of all of her bags, her trunk
and the cage that held a very upset large orange cat. It was spitting
and writing while managing to wreak havoc on all that came in its
path. Clawing at anyone who came near, Hermione sighed indignantly,
"Crook shanks...I can't let you out if you don't stop doing that. Silly
cat."
Harry snorted back a laugh. The last thing that he would call Crook shanks was silly. That cat was evil in it's purest form, and all he had to do was expose that cat for what it really was. But no matter what, Hermione seemed too in love with the cat to actually punish it and see it for what it really was. Love really blinded people. He sighed inwardly as he stood in the doorway. He supposed how the Weasleys were treating him was out of their love for Ginny, but it felt like complete and total rejection. Rejection that he hated...especially from the only family that he'd really ever had.
"Harry?" Hermione smiled and waved her hand in front of his face. "Harry...back to earth now Harry! Have you seen your face? It's hysterical. Why the zone out on me?" she looked at him curiously with a coy smile on her face. She moved closer to him, fingering the collar of his robes. "Was it because of me?" her expression slowly softened as she leaned towards his face. All at once Harry realized what was going on. "No!" he cried as he pushed her away.
She fell back onto her bed, hitting her head on her trunk full of thick spell books full of spells and potions more complicated than he could begin to imagine. Her fluffy brown hair fell into her face and she looked at him with a grin, "Don't you know I was kidding, Harry? Just testing your loyalty to Ginny."
"Oh," Harry said stupidly, "Well...sorry. Um...I'm gonna go and, er...get Ron. Okay? We'll meet you at the front of the Inn in five minutes?"
"Yeah Harry! Don't look so worried!" she rubbed her head, still lying almost seductively against the frame of the trunk. "I'll be FINE!" she called after him as he stepped quickly out of the room and into the dark hallway. "Don't look so worried!" she mimicked in a quiet voice, "You love Ginny...well what about me? Won't I ever get a bloody boyfriend? Oh, yes, plenty of mates that happen to be boys, but no boyfriend. Well Mr. Harry Potter, things are going to be different this year...very, very different. I'm gonna get MY way, for once." She quickly got up and threw off her normal robes. Tonight...would be a night for Mr. Potter to remember. She grabbed a slinky black dress that she'd bought as a joke in a muggle store with her mum last summer. Buying it a size too big had been the perfect thing to do...now it fit to perfection. She put it over her head and slid it slowly into place. Showing off each and every curve, she looked amazing. "Now only one thing left to do!" she murmured. She grabbed four potions out of a small drawer in the trunk and slipped them into her purse. Throwing on a normal robe, so that she would look normal until she decided to unveil herself, she looked in the mirror. "Perfect," she whispered with a hint of anger in her voice. "This is going to go wonderfully...."
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"Where the bloody hell is she?" Ron practically screamed. People walking through the cobble stone streets of Diagon Alley stopped to stare at his outburst. Harry waved them along and said hesitantly, "Maybe she's getting ready or something. You know how girls are, mate!" he slung an arm around Ron's shoulder, "Primping and perfecting themselves, just for us. Maybe she's doing it for you, mate!" he punched him playfully in the arm.
"Do ya think?!" Ron's eyes shone hopefully, but the hope was soon cast out by a shadow of doubt. "Harry, you know she doesn't fancy me. If anything, she fancies you." He looked at Harry hoping that he would stand corrected, but was responded to with silence.
"She's been acting odd lately," Harry mumbled. Ron looked at him with an obvious look of, what could only be described as—DUH! Harry shrugged, "I mean...odd for even Hermione. Like, she's happy one moment and not happy the next, angry, in fact. Like, she could practically jump on top of me and attack me."
Ron looked horrified at Harry's words. "Mate," he gulped looking in
the doorway suddenly. There stood a Hermione unlike one that Harry had
ever seen before. "What in God's heaven?" Ron gasped. Harry understood
his expression. Hermione's hair, now straightened and shining brightly
fell down to her waist in a perfect wave of silk. Her eyes were
outlined in charcoal, and looked like they had gotten flecks of
lavender within minutes. Whatever was under the robe that she had on
didn't bear thinking about...there was something wrong with her, and
Harry wasn't about to underestimate the powers of Hermione.
Ron stared with such awe that Hermione smiled with pouty lips. She
slinkily slid her way over to Ron and put her arm around him. She
looked at Harry when she whispered in Ron's ear, "Hey—wanna go have a
crazy night on the town? My treat...and you're my treat." Ron grinned in
disbelief as Harry frowned. "Well Harry, ready to go?" her words stung
like venom laced with a sultry, intoxicating air. Harry knew she was
too dangerous to handle right now. "Actually...I'm feeling kind of
tired. I think I'll stay in." The wrong thing to say... "Well, I'm a great nurse. You won't mind if we, postpone, Ron...do you?" she breathed in his ear. He looked to happy to be disappointed in the cancellation. "Harry here needs some...one on one time with his nurse." She smiled at Harry and winked.
"No, I'm fine. Really...I just need time to, er...write in my, um...diary."
He looked down as though embarrassed that he kept a diary...which was a
complete bald faced lie. But, hey...what else would get her off of his
back. "You go on with Ron. I'll be fine."
"Thanks Mate!" Ron mouthed to him as Hermione pouted. "Harryyyyy!!!"
Hermione whined loudly, "I WANT you to come!" she sighed dramatically,
"But I guess if it's just Ron and I..." she ran her fingernails through
his flaming red hair, "Than that's the way it will be..." Harry smiled, "I guess so! NOW BYE!" He watched as Ron dragged her off to the local wizard nightclub. What had gotten into Hermione? This wasn't like her to do this...no matter what was going on, she never had acted like she ever thought of Harry as more than a friend. There was something wrong...and he was determined to find out what. He quickly opened his potions book and found a reversing potion...to reverse a spell or potion that had caused an effect that was undesirable. Luckily, it was fairly simple, and it would tell him what spell had been cast on Hermione. The name of the undesirable effect would show up on the victim's arm for three seconds before disappearing and making the effects of the spell immediately go away.
After three hours of intense work, he collapsed on his bed, thoroughly
exhausted. Making potions took a lot out of him...and the potion turned
out more difficult than it seemed. He heard a knock on the door,
accompanied by a high pitched giggle. Hermione was back...Harry quickly
jumped up and poured the drink into a golden goblet before allowing
her in. It was time to play her own game if he was to give her the
potion...
"Hermione...baby, I've been thinking. We need to talk. Sit down,
please." He motioned for her to sit on his bed. She eyed him with a
sultry look and sat, spreading herself out completely. "But
first...drink this," he handed her the golden goblet full of the potion,
"And let me hold you while you drink it..." She readily accepted his
offer and gulped down the goblet's contents before grabbing him around
the middle, "I've been waiting for this—" a glazed look came upon her
face. He grabbed her arm to see the name of the spell. It read:
Seductress and Opposition Spell. He whistled...she'd gotten a bad one.
She quickly woke up from the glazed state and quickly looked down at
herself. "OH!" she squealed when she saw her attire, "What am I
wearing...HARRY?!" she pulled away and glanced at the boiling cauldron,
"DID YOU DO SOMETHING?!"
"NO!!!!!" he yelled, "I just saved you from doing something worse. Do
you know what the Seductress and Opposition Spell is, Hermione?" She
looked at him in disbelief. "No..." she whispered in disbelief.
"It's—" Harry began to explain. "I know what it is!" Hermione whispered with tears in her eyes, "How could I have been so stupid as to...Harry." She paused quickly, "That potion can only be given to one who ingests it. I didn't do that on purpose...that's one of the most evil potions that you can give someone. It turns you, well...into someone more dishonorable than you can imagine. First...it turns you dishonorable by name and nature. Then, you dishonor your family and friends. Your world comes next, and finally...you turn into what you have created for yourself. A horrible hideous beast disguised as a beautiful seductress. That potion can rarely be recognized or reversed...but why? Who would have given that to me?" she looked at him teary eyed, with mascara running down her cheeks.
"I don't know..." Harry wondered aloud, "Did you drink anything today?"
"Yes!" Hermione glanced at him, "I got something when I arrived here, in the pub...but I went to the bathroom and left my drink out and exposed...How STUPID WAS I?!" She banged her head against his shoulder, "How could I have been so stupid?" "You shouldn't have had to worry," Harry whispered. "Now go sleep for the night...we'll discuss this with everyone in the morning..." she quickly nodded and ducked quietly out of his room. "Harry?" she poked her head in again, "Thanks." She quickly ducked out again and headed for her room. When he heard the click of her door closing he sighed. Who would have done something like this? Why to Hermione? What was going on? He slowly rested his head on his pillow, not noticing that his picture of Ginny was gone from his bedside...
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Authors Note: Yes...it's odd. I know. But my story is slightly odd...I promise
more fluff in the future, but this is important to get the base of the problem. Hahah...I guess it's bigger than I planned( Night everyone! I'll try and write more tomorrow. But I'm tired now *yawns* It's 11:30 PM and I'm
tiiiiirrrrrreeedd...I was also ordered to be asleep by 11:30 at the
latest...oops *whistles innocently and dashes into bed* Heh.