Sway

By: Demoness Mark

Chapter 6

Hannah had her work cut out for her, but she had one thing on her side, Draco and Blaise truly loved Hermione. And, while Harry and Ron scared away most males who dare approach their "little sister", they only did it because they wanted her to fall in love with someone who loved her. Ginny, she figured, wouldn't be hard to convince, as Ginny was a dyed-in-the-wool romantic, as were Lav, Padma, and Parvarti. Neville had never truly grown out of being a pushover. It was Hermione's friends who had once been from Slytherin who would be hardest to convince, but Hannah was sure that she could convince them if she got everyone else to go along with it.

Of course there would have to be some adjustments in the plan, not many, but enough that she, Hannah, would end up with one of the contestants. Hermione didn't want both, not then and certainly not now, and wasn't it only fair if she got a payment of one of the two?

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'Green is not my color, at least not when is comes to my emotions.' Harry lamented.

Ever since that night at that club Harry could think of nothing except what he wanted to do to Millicent. She had nearly taken his head off with a bludger just the other night during a practice scrimmage because of his inattentiveness. He'd not even noticed when he'd accidentally agreed to help Terry Boot redecorate her bedroom while her husband was away (redecorate used in such a way as to suggest that not much decorating would get done), nor when he'd given a customer cream colored paint instead of butter yellow (thank goodness both he customer and his daughter had actually liked how it looked better, and came in to thank him).

It seemed these days that he ate, drank, and slept with Millicent Bulstrode filling his mind.

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I know that I can never have him. I know that he belongs to my sister. I know that every time I think about him that I'm in the wrong. But how do I stop? How can you stop feeling? How can you stop loving?

I remember the first day of Hogwarts and I saw him standing there holding a fat green/gray toad. I thought that he looked handsome even then, with his robes slightly mussed and his face shining with perspiration. I knew that he was the one I was meant to marry.

What do you do if your one true love marries someone else?