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Okay, this chapter is dedicated to angelstarling! Il Profetizza di Amore Vietato does mean Prophesy of Forbidden Love. And I've decided to change the title to The Prophesy of Forbidden Love
Title: Prophesy of Forbidden Love
By the Lovely (not) Authoress: ToXicTeArs
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Hermione falls upon a prophesy about her and Draco she learns that she must bear a child to save herself, Draco, Harry, Ron and all of the wizarding world. And her and Draco develop feelings, but what happens when Voldemort gives him an offer he can't refuse
Chapter: Three
Chapter Title: Surprises and Headaches
Hermione trudged back to the Gryffindor common room.
It's not as though she had been too shocked by the prophesy. There were tons of opposite lover prophesies. But this had included her. Well, if you were rude and had enough cheek to call a Muggleborn witch that.
Hermione finally got to the common room. She stood there outside the portrait for several minutes, clearing her throat loudly. Finally, the Fat Lady woke up.
"Chamber of Secrets" Hermione said patiently.
As she let Hermione in she mumbled half-consciously, "Dearie, you are in for quite a surprise.
Confused, Hermione stepped into the common room.
"Surprise! Happy Birthday Hermione!" Various shouts rang out through the room.
Harry and Ron strutted up to her side proudly. Harry kissed her right cheek and said, "Happy fifteenth birthday Hermione."
Ron kissed her other cheek and greeted her similarly. Hermione threw her arms around her two best friends muttering, "Thanks you guys. I completely forgot it was my birthday." Had she looked at the calendar hanging over her head post of her bed, she would've remembered that today was, indeed, her fifteenth birthday.
Fred and George walked up to her. "To honor our dear Prefect's birthday, we give her…an excellent supply of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, a couple fake wands, and Muggle hairpins that we have innocently charmed to sing "God Save the Queen."
"Cheers you guys, I think those hairpins will be a big hit at my cousin's Muggle party this Christmas", said a grinning Hermione.
Harry had gotten her gold necklace with a lion with rubies for eyes and paws. Ron had gotten her a matching bracelet that had "Friends forever that's us! Love-Ron and Harry" inscribed on the inside.
"Er……….thanks Lavender and Parvati……what exactly is it?"
"Oh, Herm 'I HATE it when they call me that', Hermione thought. "It's a beauty set! It's a Muggle one; we'd thought you'd be quite familiar with it."
Hermione pasted on a polite smile, "Oh! Of course! Silly me; forgive me girls; I'm not too familiar with makeup if you couldn't tell! We must get together sometime to use it! Thanks a bunch!" The girls turned away. Hermione thought, "Twits, but it was thoughtful…-ish."
Dean Thomas had gotten her a soccer ball. It was gold with scarlet hexagons.
Seamus Finnigan had given her an Irish clover from the Quidditch Cup that was so worn out that it only squeaked out, "Krum!" But he had charmed it to say, "I love Krum!"
As a present, Neville Longbottom had given her a Remembrall. "My grandmum sent me another one after I lost my er…third one but then I found it. It hasn't even been used!" "Thanks Neville. I'll be sure to use it sometime."
Ginny had gotten her a silver hairbrush that immediately tamed her hair after brushing with it, and rubber bands, and hair bands that kept her hair in place until she took it out.
Meanwhile across and under the castle…
Draco Malfoy was calmly hitting his head on the dank walls of his dungeon dormitory.
What the hell was he playing at? Helping MudBlood Granger up like that.
Draco countered within his mind, "I've been through eight years of 'gentleman' lessons! It's instinct! Sort of"
But Draco had to admit, that girl had some curves. Hermione, like normal teenage girls (and like Hermione in everyone else's plot) had grown and developed.
Hermione had found an easier hair solution than Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. It was easier to work into her hair and even easier to wash out. It was called Bertie Bott's Hair Solution. Ron had gotten her a whole boxful for Christmas. He bought it because (it was on sale) he liked that the smell of the solution changed every other hour.
Sometimes thought, Hermione didn't like this because weirder the flavor the weirder the smell. So one hour it smells like strawberries and cream (that's what my hair smells like!) and the next like grass; or worse.
Draco of course, wouldn't know any of this. Well, he shouldn't. All he knew was that her hair was straight one day, curly the next. And she smelled different every hour, it seemed like.
In the Gryffindor common room……………
An exhausted Hermione bid everyone left in the common room a hearty thanks and good night.
It wasn't until Parvati and Lavender came in later talking rather loudly about crushes and boys as such, did she remember her forgotten History of Magic essay!
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