Notes:

I have decided to place times. Last chapters were set on January 15, 2004.

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Chapter 2:

Oh goody! Potions!

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A room in a dark dungeon has a cauldron inside. The cauldron is large and has sickly green contents, bubbling ominously. A wicked witch with warts on her face cackles "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Freeze!

Now that was the wrong scene. That is a stereotype. Not all witches are wicked, some are just um…. manipulative? Anyway, the real setting is still a dungeon. Now, dungeons are ideal because they are cold which helps preserve potions ingredients, potions themselves and such other reasons which only Severus Snape knows about.

I'm not a potion's master! Don't ask me. I can't even boil water properly.

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January 21, 2004

Friday

5:04 PM

Hermione Granger, muggle-born witch extraordinaire was making a potion. She was able to make Polyjuice when she was twelve. If she could make that, then she was sure she could make anything. If you read the last chapter, you'd know what potion she was making. That's right. The Veritas Potion. Behind Hermione was Ron. He was sitting there, bored, in his school robes just looking at Hermione.

It wasn't fair. Hermione forbid him to help in the potions making proper. Hellooo! He was the one that gathered the ingredients. They were damn hard to find. He went through the Forbidden forest, a dangerous feat, to get said ingredients. He should have been allowed to help. Not that he wanted to or anything, there was a reason he wasn't in the potion's N.E.W.T. class, but it was the thought that counted. A "Ron, could you please study while I make this" was rude. He wasn't as bad as Neville… really.

The black robed witch was ignoring him, stirring clockwise to make the potion stronger. Stir, stir, stir. Ron was on the floor watching her. Or more precisely, he was staring at her. Just staring. When he suddenly felt butterflies in his stomach.

Now Ron didn't think he was sick. He had a strong constitution. He rarely ever got sick. So he was wondering what was wrong with himself. But he continued watching her. '… pretty hands...' He thought lazily, but then he checked himself, 'what the!' he thought to himself. He then pondered the fact that he liked his friend's hands.

Hermione was happy that Ron was with her. It was why she had a soft smile on her lips. Then looking at the potion, she stopped, knowing that it needed to simmer until the brown sludge turned blue with the consistency of water. Seeing that Ron's eyes were glazed over, she allowed herself to think how 'Dragon Moon' came into being.

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December 20, 2004

Monday

3:27 PM

Number thirteen Grimmauld Place wasn't as horrible looking as it looked like in Hermione's fifth year. Most of the snakes were gone and the Horrid Hag's portrait had been removed courtesy of a blasting curse by Harry James Potter. It had been replaced by a portrait of Sirius and Buckbeak.

Hermione was in the now cheery looking, yellow and cream toned kitchen talking with Ron. It was, like the rest of the house, refurbished after Voldemort's demise. The current owner of the house, Harry James Potter, had decided to redecorate and used a part of his fortune he had access to after reaching sweet sixteen to make it look nicer. Harry was very happy with it as it had become a place Sirius would have loved and it became his home.

It was the Yuletide season and a lot of people were in the house. Albus Dumbledore, Alastor Moody and N. (I'm not stupid! I like my body parts thank you.) Tonks were on the extensive grounds, converting the garden besides the training field into a picnic friendly area. Fred and George Weasely were still chickens squawking in one of the bedrooms. Draco Malfoy was currently looking very pleased with himself when he strolled into the kitchen.

"Where's Potter?" Draco was smirking. His hair was still half-pink, it sort of ruined the Malfoy Smirk.

"Out with Professor Lupin in Diagon Alley," replied Hermione. Ron was too busy scarfing down his chocolate pudding to reply.

Draco Malfoy looked at Ron, disgusted. "Could you not stuff yourself Weasley? It's very disturbing." Ron glowered at the other boy. Hermione sighed, even though Draco had started a tentative friendship with them both when they found out that he had become a spy for the Order, Ron and Draco still fought a bit. She blamed it on all the testosterone they had.

Ron was about to give a reply when Luna absentmindedly entered and asked Draco if he would like to go to the library with her. Draco immediately agreed then left with her. Ron was looked outraged at the fact that he was just ignored like that but Hermione didn't listen as her mind was already whirling. Due to boredom, as she hadn't been able to bring a book, she started to notice a few details. And a bored Hermione was not a nice thing.

Hermione thought, her mind working furiously as it had nothing better to do. Draco had immediately agreed. He usually didn't do that. Normally, he would make some rude, sarcastic comment about the person or the thing he was asked to do but he just agreed. Just like that. Like what he did on another time with Luna.

So Hermione, with all clues from his past actions concerning the female Lovegood, decided that Draco fancied Luna. Establishing her conclusion, the romantic of her mind decided that there was only one thing to do.

Thinking about how to bring them together was on her mind while Ron ranted about how much of a prat Malfoy was.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

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January 21, 2004

Friday

7:16 PM

The potion was done. Hermione was bottling it up. She turned to look at Ron, "Ron." When she saw that he wasn't listening, she shouted another "Ron!" Then a "let's clean up now." Once she saw that she had his attention.

Ron was still staring. Hermione blushed, Ron thought that Hermione looked pretty when she blushed.

Can you just see the flowers surrounding her form? The lights framing her face perfectly?

"Ron!"

Ron started. "Oh, right." And in a daze, he cleaned up with Hermione, who was glancing at him ever so often and wondering if he was alright. Both of them left the place and Ron, thinking about food, promptly forgot his previous thoughts. His companion saw that he was acting normally about it and decided it was simply a "guy thing" that she, in all her infinite knowledge of the world, would never understand.

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January 21, 2004

Friday

7:24 PM

The stars were bright in the Great Hall. It was dinner time and all the students were there. As it was a school day, Monday, tomorrow, all the students were cramming they're homework. Some of the seventh years, including Hermione were studying for the N.E.W.T.S exams.

Ron and Hermione were seated besides the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Defeat-You-Know-Who, who was currently eating some steak.

Yummy. I want one. The steak, I mean, not the boy.

The bespectacled boy looked at the two. "It's about time you guys got here. What have you been doing?"

"Err… nothing much." Ron replied, he didn't have to worry as Harry shrugged and went back to the ingestion of nutrients as he realized that it probably was about the Draco and Luna thing that Hermione was going on about. He was a damn smart bloke, he decided. He was intelligent enough to know that Voldemort was enough, thank you very much.

Now since supper at Hogwarts wouldn't be supper without a certain two fighting…

"Ron! Stop looking at my homework. Grabbing my parchment is very rude. Besides, you should have done yours ages ago."

"Come on 'Mione. I didn't grab it. Besides, I was doing something very important."

A brown eyebrow went up. "Quidditch is not as important as doing one's schoolwork."

"How can you say that! Quidditch is…"

And all was right in the world.