Were there any questions that needed answering??
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"Aren't you even going to make a move?" Harry asked incredulously,
"Patience, Potter; haven't you seen the way Granger's eyeing us? I think she's got some ideas from your little pet Weasel – not to mention the whole school" stated Draco to the bewildered Harry, who didn't notice a thing,
"What? Hermione? Us?" Harry's eyes bulged as he realized what had happened, "No! Ron would never," he quickly denied, "all the more reason fro you to hurry with Hermione!" argued Harry, he was getting better and better at these word games with Malfoy – who knows; someday he might actually win!
"Alright, alright, Potter; calm down," Draco cooed, in a very distinct cold way, earning a whine from Harry in protest. They walked into the Potions classroom in unison and caused even more gossip to flare. "Alright, today," Draco relented, phrasing it in such a way idle rumours could have easily been confirmed.
"How nice of you two to join us;" drawled Snape, "20 points from Gryffindor, as Potter was no doubt distracting you, Mr Malfoy," half the class – the Gryffindor half – moaned in protest, but were silenced by a death glare from Snape, "Now, get to your seats with your partners before I start deducting more points!" he barked,
A murmur rose as Harry threw Draco a backwards glance; such confidential gestures could be so wrongly interpreted; Harry, who didn't notice anything, sat down gloomily beside his partner and grimaced at the thought of what awaited him with Pansy. Draco, on the other hand, who was so shrewd and cunning; opposite to the naïve Harry, knew the gossip, heard the rumours, but shrugged them off. Draco couldn't care less; he'd even sometimes do things to encourage such ludicrous ideas. Draco was in a good mood; everybody loves Draco in a good mood.
"Hello, Granger," he greeted happily
"Sod of, Ferret," snapped back Hermione,
"Lovely day, isn't it?"
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Nothing," he replied, an innocent look spread across his face swiftly, but not swift enough; making Hermione scowl as she caught his fraudulence. As he was caught, he switched from the nice act, which simply took too much out of him, to his naught act – well, it wasn't really an act....
Draco winked at her, mischievously and flashed a melting smile. As if unable to resist, Hermione smiled back and blushed slightly, before catching herself and glowered at him.
"Love Potions!" declared Snape, detached from the excitement in class, "Fairly easy, any moron can probably make them," he openly glanced at Neville, "However, if used in the wrongs hands; they can be very dangerous," he continued to glare at Neville as many of the Slytherins snickered,
"Aren't they banned by Ministry of magic?" enquired Hermione, forgetting herself yet again in Snape's class. Snape spun around to Hermione who challenged his gaze. He murmured something no one other than him could catch, swung his wand around a little and right in front of Hermione, on her desk, a piece of parchment signed by the Ministry of Magic appeared; a warrant that granted them the use of Love Potions. Oh the Shame.
"Yes, Granger; are you happy now that I have proven I'm not a criminal," remarked Snape sarcastically, along with more snickers from the Slytherins, "Now, before Granger so rudely interrupted me; as I was saying; they are very dangerous and have certain precautions. Look at page 156 in your text books," he paused as the entire class – except for the unruffled Malfoy, who couldn't care less about a love potion; he had other means – flicked excitedly throughout their books in search of the exact page, "you will see there are 5 main side effects," everyone began skimming the page for any clue to what these five were,
Hermione, who memorised this book about a month ago, knew the answer already and her hand shot up; only to be ignored crudely by Snape.
"Weasley, what's the first one?" he tried to pick on Ron. Ron straightened and beamed proudly, knowing the answer,
"If the victim has a stronger will than the aggressor, the target will sense a sort of manipulation of his or her emotions and know they are somehow being controlled," answered Ron, reading it off the page, smiling for once in a Potions class,
"And how would this be a bad thing?" countered Snape; Ron's grin evaporated, it wasn't written in the book... he'd actually have to figure it out.
"Because... um, then the victim could seek help from others?" Ron suggested, not really knowing what he was saying, "Maybe?"
"Yes..." answered Snape absently, "that'll do for now; there's not enough time to investigate it that thoroughly, now; the second... Watson?" he asked of a Slytherin now,
"Over time, or if the victim has no resolve; they will start caring and thinking for and about the aggressor, maybe involuntarily at first; but as time stretches, they would start believing they do so willingly and submit wholly to their object of affection; losing all willpower. The victim will never be able to stop thinking about his or her object of affection to the point it affects his or her judgement. Usually this takes form of unsatisfiable lust, to the point of being forceful," Ashley answered excellently,
"Well done, 20 points to Slytherin," congratulated Snape, "third, Granger?" he relented,
"The victim will fall for whomever he or she lays eyes on first,"
Snape didn't bother to reply,
"Zabini?" he asked instead,
"Once the aggressor begins to care about the victim, the spell will be broken?" Blaise, like Ron, didn't really know.
"But doesn't the aggressor already care for the victim, as to put such a spell on him or her?" Snape questioned.
Blaise was screwed, he'd be damned if he knew! Just let him make the bloody potion and get it over with, old bat!
"To truly love would be to care and respect one another; which doesn't include manipulation," Draco answered for his friend,
"Excellent, 40 points to Slytherin," Snape rewarded; Draco smirked at the dark look thrown his way by all the Gryffindors but Potter who smiled a congratulations at him, "And the fifth?" Snape asked of no one in particular; no one had ever been able to pick up on the last unless the potion was actually used on them; it wasn't in the text book,
"They still have their memory during and after the potion?"
"No, it can be both good and bad that the victim still has their memory,"
"Could it reverse the usual effect if you already have feelings for each other?"
"No. If the strong feeling is returned, the spell would be broken; so everything would be normal,"
"Do a practical, this will help find your answer; get your ingredients and... Parkinson! Don't even think about it!" he barked at Pansy, who was trying to discretely pinch some of the ingredients,
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"So, who are you going to look at Granger?" asked Draco sensibly, handing her the potion,
"I don't really know," admitted Hermione, who didn't really care, "You?" she asked civilly, forgetting she was mad at him,
"I'm going to spin around fro a while and let luck decide who the lucky witch is!" smirked Draco, Hermione nodded, thinking his idea was practical as Draco began twirling elaborately and began to do the same.
Hermione skulled the fluid in time with Draco and they both open their eyes.
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Cliff hangers... so horrible aren't they? But can't you just review and guess what going to happen... might give me some ideas???