Author Note: Does anyone know how to get things like bold and more then a
single space when you are typing your stories using word. I don't know
how. That is one reason my chapters are so short. Please review and let
me know. I have decided that writing everything twice in this story to get
Hermione's and Draco's thoughts and actions is way to hard, so I am going
to try a different approach in this chapter. Hope you like it.
Draco had never gotten around to reading that book that his father had left him that night. He had been extremely tired. Eating until your stomach almost busts can do that to a person. When he woke up early the next morning, looking for that book was the first thing he did.
"C'mon, c'mon. Where is it," Draco said as he dug through his truck full of school supplies.
He had strewn books and potion ingredients all over his green comforter on the floor by the time he found it.
"Here's that bloody book," as he proceeded to look at the cover labeled 'Potions for the Emotions.'
With that, he flopped on his bed and started to flip through the fading pages of the one of a kind book to look for something interesting. It didn't take him long to find it.
"Ah ha!" He said. "This is perfect!"
The page read: 'Ryorictorum,'-the emotion/desire potion. Unlike its brothering potion, 'Veritaserum'-the truth potion that makes the recipient of it to tell everything that they know, Ryorictorum makes the person show, not tell, their deepest secret and/or desire. The ingredients are:
Draco read the ingredient list. He could easily get all of these ingredients from his own secret stash he keeps. It would take at least a month to make though, but Draco had always been the patience type. He continued reading.
The finally form of the potion will be a white powder. You must sprinkle it over the face of the person when he/she is asleep. A Knuts size amount will do.
It will take affect soon after the person or thing associated with the desire/secret is within three feet. The person will then go into a trance and show their desire/secret. Once they have shown it, they will fall unconscious for several minutes. When they awake, they will not remember what they have done until they do it again with their own free will. Then what they have done will come back to them.
The page continued with tips on making the potion and other things. The more he read the more Draco liked the idea.
"If I am lucky she will show her biggest secret in a busy corridor," Draco muttered to himself. "She won't remember though, which will make her confuse. She would be so mortified that she will definitely leave Hogwarts. This is great."
Feeling really good at the thought, Draco hopped out of bed and started to silently open the door to the bathroom, but soon stopped. Hermione was in their brushing her teeth. She apparently hadn't seen him yet. She had on tight, white spaghetti strapped shirt with long red, probably satin pajama bottoms that shined.
"Man, she's so fine," Draco whispered. Even without makeup, Hermione had a clear complexion and natural beauty. That feeling in his stomach started to come back. To ignore it, he smirked and spoke. "I thought that I was the only one who woke up at six in the morning."
Hermione jumped. How long had he been there? She knew she was asking for trouble, but she asked what was on her mind. "That's it?" No rude remark?"
"Why would I have one?" He asked as innocently as a little kid who just took a cookie from the cookie jar. He knew that that would irritate her.
"You know. . . ." She said, frustrated. "Because of what happened on the train," She said slowly.
"Dumbledore told us to be civil to each other," his smirk becoming wider. This has to be said just right. "I am quite tired of getting even with you, also. So why don't we put our difference aside. Lets make a truce," he said, holding out his hand. The lie slid off his tongue like honey. He was so good. If he didn't fool her, he at least confused her.
Hermione frowned. He was up to something. She knew it. She saw these things. But she wanted to do what Dumbledore said. She didn't trust Malfoy, but a part of her wanted to. "Fine," she said simple, and took his hand.
The instant they touched, she felt like she was about to suffocate. She could hardly breath. She looked up at him, past his black boxers and undershirt and into his eyes, his cool silver eyes. She could have sworn that she saw a flash of shock in his eyes, but she wasn't sure and she couldn't look away.
That feeling in his stomach went up a notch when he took her small hand. He looked down at her. He saw a pang of surprise in her eyes. Why wasn't she letting go of his hand?
Why wasn't he letting go?
Suddenly, they both throw the other's hand down.
"Why did you take so long to let go, Granger?" Draco asked, completely covering up his discomfort.
"You took your time to let go too, Malfoy!" She shot back, glaring at him. What was that she felt when they shook hands?
"Well." How was he supposed to cover this up? "I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about what I should get my mother for her birthday. What about you?" That could have been worst.
"I was thinking about my class schedule." I wish I wasn't such a bad liar.
"Fine. Tell me when you are out of the bathroom," Draco said trying to act civil, and shut the door.
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What the heck happened in there? Hermione thought as she was sitting down to breakfast with Harry and Ron. That feeling in her chest when she touched his hand, it almost felt like, like she liked Malfoy. No way! But what if. . . . .
"Hermione. Why are you crumpling up your napkin?" Ginny, Ron younger sister, asked.
"Huh? Oh. I was just thinking about how annoying Malfoy is," she lied.
"He didn't get back out you for the prank on the train, did he?" Apparently she had heard.
"No. He hasn't done anything like that, but he is up to something. I know it."
"I bet you are right," Ginny agreed and went back to breakfast.
"Draco," Hermione breathed and then sighed.
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What was that all about? Draco wondered during breakfast. I have never felt that way before.
Draco had always tuned out his feelings when he was around a girl. He was always just exploring his possibilities. Don't get emotional. He had to find the perfect girl to marry. She had to be beauty, so to have beautiful children, rich, to rebuild the Malfoy respect and ownership of expensive things, and last, and most important, a pureblood, to carry on the Malfoy line.
It must have been something I ate. He thought and then completely forgot the feeling.
"Draaaaco." Pansy said, trying to get his attention. She was sitting about five feet away. "How do you like my hair?" She had charmed it to lie in soft curls.
"Yeah. It's nice," He said as politely as he could and went back to breakfast.
Draco had never gotten around to reading that book that his father had left him that night. He had been extremely tired. Eating until your stomach almost busts can do that to a person. When he woke up early the next morning, looking for that book was the first thing he did.
"C'mon, c'mon. Where is it," Draco said as he dug through his truck full of school supplies.
He had strewn books and potion ingredients all over his green comforter on the floor by the time he found it.
"Here's that bloody book," as he proceeded to look at the cover labeled 'Potions for the Emotions.'
With that, he flopped on his bed and started to flip through the fading pages of the one of a kind book to look for something interesting. It didn't take him long to find it.
"Ah ha!" He said. "This is perfect!"
The page read: 'Ryorictorum,'-the emotion/desire potion. Unlike its brothering potion, 'Veritaserum'-the truth potion that makes the recipient of it to tell everything that they know, Ryorictorum makes the person show, not tell, their deepest secret and/or desire. The ingredients are:
Draco read the ingredient list. He could easily get all of these ingredients from his own secret stash he keeps. It would take at least a month to make though, but Draco had always been the patience type. He continued reading.
The finally form of the potion will be a white powder. You must sprinkle it over the face of the person when he/she is asleep. A Knuts size amount will do.
It will take affect soon after the person or thing associated with the desire/secret is within three feet. The person will then go into a trance and show their desire/secret. Once they have shown it, they will fall unconscious for several minutes. When they awake, they will not remember what they have done until they do it again with their own free will. Then what they have done will come back to them.
The page continued with tips on making the potion and other things. The more he read the more Draco liked the idea.
"If I am lucky she will show her biggest secret in a busy corridor," Draco muttered to himself. "She won't remember though, which will make her confuse. She would be so mortified that she will definitely leave Hogwarts. This is great."
Feeling really good at the thought, Draco hopped out of bed and started to silently open the door to the bathroom, but soon stopped. Hermione was in their brushing her teeth. She apparently hadn't seen him yet. She had on tight, white spaghetti strapped shirt with long red, probably satin pajama bottoms that shined.
"Man, she's so fine," Draco whispered. Even without makeup, Hermione had a clear complexion and natural beauty. That feeling in his stomach started to come back. To ignore it, he smirked and spoke. "I thought that I was the only one who woke up at six in the morning."
Hermione jumped. How long had he been there? She knew she was asking for trouble, but she asked what was on her mind. "That's it?" No rude remark?"
"Why would I have one?" He asked as innocently as a little kid who just took a cookie from the cookie jar. He knew that that would irritate her.
"You know. . . ." She said, frustrated. "Because of what happened on the train," She said slowly.
"Dumbledore told us to be civil to each other," his smirk becoming wider. This has to be said just right. "I am quite tired of getting even with you, also. So why don't we put our difference aside. Lets make a truce," he said, holding out his hand. The lie slid off his tongue like honey. He was so good. If he didn't fool her, he at least confused her.
Hermione frowned. He was up to something. She knew it. She saw these things. But she wanted to do what Dumbledore said. She didn't trust Malfoy, but a part of her wanted to. "Fine," she said simple, and took his hand.
The instant they touched, she felt like she was about to suffocate. She could hardly breath. She looked up at him, past his black boxers and undershirt and into his eyes, his cool silver eyes. She could have sworn that she saw a flash of shock in his eyes, but she wasn't sure and she couldn't look away.
That feeling in his stomach went up a notch when he took her small hand. He looked down at her. He saw a pang of surprise in her eyes. Why wasn't she letting go of his hand?
Why wasn't he letting go?
Suddenly, they both throw the other's hand down.
"Why did you take so long to let go, Granger?" Draco asked, completely covering up his discomfort.
"You took your time to let go too, Malfoy!" She shot back, glaring at him. What was that she felt when they shook hands?
"Well." How was he supposed to cover this up? "I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about what I should get my mother for her birthday. What about you?" That could have been worst.
"I was thinking about my class schedule." I wish I wasn't such a bad liar.
"Fine. Tell me when you are out of the bathroom," Draco said trying to act civil, and shut the door.
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What the heck happened in there? Hermione thought as she was sitting down to breakfast with Harry and Ron. That feeling in her chest when she touched his hand, it almost felt like, like she liked Malfoy. No way! But what if. . . . .
"Hermione. Why are you crumpling up your napkin?" Ginny, Ron younger sister, asked.
"Huh? Oh. I was just thinking about how annoying Malfoy is," she lied.
"He didn't get back out you for the prank on the train, did he?" Apparently she had heard.
"No. He hasn't done anything like that, but he is up to something. I know it."
"I bet you are right," Ginny agreed and went back to breakfast.
"Draco," Hermione breathed and then sighed.
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What was that all about? Draco wondered during breakfast. I have never felt that way before.
Draco had always tuned out his feelings when he was around a girl. He was always just exploring his possibilities. Don't get emotional. He had to find the perfect girl to marry. She had to be beauty, so to have beautiful children, rich, to rebuild the Malfoy respect and ownership of expensive things, and last, and most important, a pureblood, to carry on the Malfoy line.
It must have been something I ate. He thought and then completely forgot the feeling.
"Draaaaco." Pansy said, trying to get his attention. She was sitting about five feet away. "How do you like my hair?" She had charmed it to lie in soft curls.
"Yeah. It's nice," He said as politely as he could and went back to breakfast.