Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. The plot is mine, though.
Author's Note: I would like to thank my reviewers namely Rage and blackdragonofdeath13… and also my other reviewers… I love you all…
To Rage: He's very rude but he's romantic too… and I love him being the rude but sweet type… To blackdragonofdeath13: thanks for reading my story… I'll do my best to make it better and more exciting… So that's all for today hope you'll enjoy this one…
BECAUSE OF YOU Potionsby: katorse
Inside the room, Draco felt cold and really alone… Of course, pushing the one you love away will surely make you feel cold and alone. He regretted all the things he said.
Draco spent the whole night tossing and turning. He can't seem to get satisfied of what he did; he feels awful. So he got up, got his blanket and went outside.
She really looks beautiful, he thought. An angel sent from above. He went closer and covered her petite body with the soft blanket he had.
Goodnight, he whispered before he went away…
The next morning, Hermione got up relaxed and blooming, though she doesn't know why. She went straight to the bathroom located in their luxurious bedroom, only to be shouted at by the spoiled headboy.
"What are you doing here Granger?" he spat at her. He was already finished taking a bath when Hermione got in.
"I didn't see anything! And you were already finished when I got in." She defended herself.
"Why so defensive?" Draco teasingly said.
"May I use the bathroom now?" she irritatingly asked.
"Yes you may." Draco said as he bowed his head as a sign of respect.
She took a shower, got dressed and headed straight to the Gryffindor common room.
"Harry, don't you think it's too early to wake up?" Ron suggested while yawning. "I'm still tired and sleepy."
"Ron, it's already 7:30 in the morning and our first subject is Potions, and if we don't hurry we might lose fifty points instantly." Harry announced, getting up from his bed.
"But Harry–"
"No buts, just get up!" he commanded. "Do you want to get detention exactly on the first day of class?"
Ron frowned. "But," he said getting death glares from Harry.
"Hey guys! What took you so long?" Hermione asked.
"Ron" Harry said pointing the sleepy redheaded teenage boy walking after him.
"We better hurry up or Snape will kill us." She said worriedly.
"But Hermione, I haven't eaten breakfast yet." Ron complained.
"Who says I had."
"Well I'm not expecting you, cause you're on a diet." Ron responded.
"Who says I am." Hermione irritatingly said.
"All girls are, unless you're not one."
"What do you mean by that Mr. Weasley?" Hermione roared, raising her left eyebrow.
"Hold on, hold on. I'm not implying anything."
"Okay, okay. Can we go now?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, sorry." Ron said, touching his empty stomach.
---At Potions---
"Okay class, today we'll learn about Pansy Juice Potion." The whole class looked where Pansy was except Hermione and Draco.
"This is no way related to Ms. Parkinson." Hearing what Snape had said, all of them snatched their look back to Snape.
"As I was saying, we will be studying Pansy juice potion
today," Snape informed the. "Mr. Malfoy, what is a pansy juice potion?"
Draco stood up, "A pansy juice potion is a complex form of a love potion. It
was first used in the year of 300 B.C. by a wizard named Pierre."
"Very good! Twenty points fro Slytherin," he said with glee.
"Like what Mr. Malfoy said, it was first used by a wizard named Pierre. Does anyone of you knows about Pierre?"
Hermione's hand instantly shot up in the air, followed by Snape's dreadful voice, "Seeing that that none of you knows about him, all of you except Mr. Malfoy will make a two roll of parchment essay about the pansy juice potion's history. I want that to be submitted no later than tomorrow. Anyone of you who fails to make his or her assignment shall get detention," he said, eyeing each and every one of them. "Is that clear?"
"Yes Professor," they said in chorus.
Snape turned around, his robes making a swishing sound and said, "Class dismissed."
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up from their seats and gently got all their things.
"How rude of Snape to do that to us." Ron roared.
"You know him, he's made to torture us." Harry sighed.
"You mean–Gryffindors" Hermione corrected while facing Harry.
"Now, we all need to spend our breaks in the library." Ron cried out.
"Not me." Hermione said happily, while turning to the corner.
Ron blocked her and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Sorry, but I still have classes, and if you're going to invite me later to do it with you, no thanks. I don't need to go to the library cause I have already read about it. And besides, if I work with you two I'll just end up letting you copy my work." She harshly said.
"Hermione" Ron pleaded.
"I'm busy," she said promptly, "and as a matter of fact it's an individual assignment so you should work on it on your own."
"But Hermione–"
"See you later." Hermione said, leaving a disappointed Ron.
"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged and patted Ron on the shoulder.
…Anyone out there who likes to give me romantic and heart-wrecking poem please be kind and send it to viper_katorse@hotmail.com… I'll be waiting for them… thanks and god bless… katorse