Not Your Ordinary Love Story
by LondonWitch
A/N: This will be a very short A/N. Just to refresh your memory, I don't own these lovely little characters, but I must thank those happy little voices in my head for helping me out with the plot. And I don't own the line from Shrek, either.
Chapter Four: The Plan (Dean's Plan, Actually)
Sunday, September 22nd
While some people were busy playing Truth or Dare, Lavender and Parvati had more important things to do. The two girls and Dean had gone to the library to do some drastic research – but it was most definitely not for schoolwork., even Trelawney's class, their all-time favorite.
"How about a Giggle Charm? We could put it on Hermione, and then she'd find everything so funny, she'd probably just tell him outright," Lavender said, pointing to a page in the thick, leather-bound book that she was holding, titled: 'Charm Crazy! How to charm almost everything...'
"No, even under a charm Hermione's very sensible. And logical. A potion, maybe?" Parvati suggested, dropping another stack of books on their table and causing them to fall all over the place.
After Seamus, Dean, and Neville's conversation, Dean had gone directly to Parvati, (his girlfriend), for help. She and Lavender were thrilled to do it, as they believed strongly that they were good matchmakers and could help anyone who needed it. So now the girls wanted to find a quick way to get Ron and Hermione together – because about three hundred galleons were riding on this bet.
"It would take too long to brew, I think. Yes, see here: 'The Love Potion must be started under a full moon, and then must simmer for six to eight weeks.' We don't have six to eight weeks! And the last full moon was two days ago – we'd have to wait a whole month to get started," Dean argued, reading aloud from a book devoted entirely to the Love Potion.
Lavender sighed and ran a hand through her long brown hair. "We need something that's fast-working, and preferably small, so that we could slip it to them when they aren't looking. A charm won't work, or a potion. Is there anything we could make that's edible? A cake, or parfait, or something?"
"Ooh, everybody loves parfait. There isn't a person on this whole dang planet who doesn't like parfait," Dean said in his best Eddie Murphy voice. The girls just stared at him blankly for a moment, until he said, "What? I'm muggle-born, remember? It's from a movie called Shrek."
"What's a movie? Does it move the letter E? And what's a Shrek?" Parvati said interestedly, abandoning her search through a hefty book entitled, 'Happy Potions 101'.
"Yes. No. Just forget I said it. Anyway, I think we need to call in the experts," Dean quipped, shutting the Love Potion book with a thud, "Experts that can make it for us, and experts who know them and know exactly what we'll need."
"Experts as in professors? I don't think McGonagall will be willing to help with this one...and Snape will put us in detention or something nasty like that. Or experts as in...cooks?" Lavender said, raising her eyebrows at the bad mental picture of the boys in frilly aprons, mixing a cake batter.
"No, no, experts as in Weasley experts. The twin Weasleys," Dean said, putting an emphasis on the word 'twin', as so the girls would get the picture, "You know, we could ask them to make us a candy that puts Ron and Hermione under a spell."
Parvati caught on, grinning, "I see what you mean. It'll be a spell that makes them tell everyone how they feel about them. Okay, Dean, your job is to contact Fred and George and to get them to make the candies. Lavender, you'll come up with a way to get them to eat the candies. And me – I'm going to supervise."
"No fair!" remarked Dean, "I want to supervise!" He stuck his lower lip out in a puppy-dog pout kind of way and opened his eyes as wide as they would allow.
"Fine," Parvati snapped, she wasn't going to argue with Dean when she was in the middle of something important, "I'll figure out how to get Ron and Hermione somewhere together after we give them the candies. That way, they won't go telling Neville how they think he's a crazy psychopath or something, since it's a tell-them-how-you-feel type of candy."
So Dean got up, nodded once, and left the library. Parvati took that as a positive answer, and she turned to Lavender, who apparently still didn't get the general idea of the entire plan.
"Experts? Fred and George are experts? And they can cook?" Lavender asked skeptically, looking at Parvati expectantly for a reasonable answer. Anyone who had been near the twin's Canary Creams knew they couldn't cook – the Creams hadn't tasted nor smelled very good.
Parvati gave Lavender her patented You're-So-Naïve stare, and then pulled out an extra quill and piece of parchment. Looking very much like Seamus (except for the ink on his nose, he still hadn't managed to get that off yet), she began to scribble down some elaborate plans.
"Parvati!" Lavender whined, "What am I supposed to do?"
"Figure out how to get Ron and Hermione to eat a candy...it should be easy, Ron's a pig at mealtimes," Parvati replied briskly, barely looking up from her parchment. "With my plan in the works, I think we can get everyone out of the Common Room. We'll all hide on the stairwells, and leave them alone to eat the candy things."
"Why do I have a feeling that it's not just going to be us hiding? Because, you know, the bet's between all of the years. And the other houses...but we can't let them in," Lavender said, grateful that she was finally getting the gist of the conversation.
"True," Parvati mumbled, yawning a bit as she scratched her ear with her quill. Lavender laughed at her in a very un-Lavender like laugh, as it included snorting. "You should be going out with Seamus instead of Dean – the ink would match," she said.
Parvati threw a spare quill at her, and the girls shrieked and laughed until Madam Pince kicked them out of the once-quiet library.
A/N: I didn't intend to have so many couples and stories-inside-stories, but it's turning out really well. If you're like Lavender and you don't get the story plot right now, please ask a friend or stop reading. Wait – scratch that! Don't stop reading! I need all the reviews I can get! Thanks for every review I already do have. On to the next chapter!