Enemy, Friend, or Lover
..The Cobuseny Potion..
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"I hate him!" Hermione complained to herself as she walked down to the great hall. Ron was just yelling at Hermione because he thought she wanted to be with Draco Malfoy more than himself and Harry. She told them that it wasn't true and that he should stop being a baby. And with Ron's large temper, he got mad and stomped off.
"Hate who?" Madison Hingelton asked.
"Ron."
"Oh… that cute red head you're always with?"
"Yuck! Ron is not cute!"
"Okay, he's fine!" Madison smiled at Hermione. "Oh, come on, Hermione! Did you get a look at his ass!" She let out a low whistle, a devil smile on her lips.
"No. I don't look at my friends' ass."
"Well, that Colby kid, he's your friend right?" Hermione nodded. "Well he's looking at your ass."
Hermione rolled her eyes and kept on walking. She looked sideways at Madison. She had long black hair that was almost to her waist. Her face was tanned, the same as her body. Madison was small but extremely pretty.
"You look good, Hermione," Madison told her.
"Thank you," Hermione said, smiling at her.
"I think Ron likes you," she told Hermione.
"Yeah, and I like him, too."
"But you like his as a friend. I don't think he likes you as more than a friend, Hermione."
"Yeah, right," Hermione said sarcastically. "Lets just go to the great hall, okay? I'm hungry and I want some food really soon."
Hermione and Madison said good bye to each other and went to their own tables. Hermione sat down beside Ginny. Ron and Harry were on the other side of the table.
"Who was that, Hermione?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, She's one of the Prefects. She's from Hufflepuff."
They ate their food slowly, except for Ron, enjoying the first meal. Hermione felt someone staring at her. She looked around the great hall to see if someone was. Indeed someone was, she knew that. But who? Shaking her head, she turned back to the conversation that was going on.
"Hey, Hermione?" Neville asked a few spots down. She looked past Ginny and Harry to see him. The people around him were looking at her, too.
"Yes?"
"Why is Malfoy staring at you? Is something going on between you two?"
"What?" Hermione looked at the Slytherin table and sure enough, Neville was right. Draco was staring at her. When she looked over at him, he quickly looked away. "Don't know. You'll never know with him."
"He's her new secret admirer," Ginny whispered to Harry as they both smiled.
"Like Hermione would have an admirer," Ron said with a snort.
"And what is that suppose to mean, Ron?"
"Exactly what I said, Hermione. You're the brains, figure it out," he told her.
"What is wrong with you? Why are you being so mean? Goddamn it, Ron! You're always there to make fun of me but are you ever there to be nice?"
"No," Ginny commented under her breath.
"Well, sorry, Miss. I'm-to-perfect-for-you. But some people here don't like the idea that you're turning into something you're not!"
"Is that what you think? That I'm trying to be someone I'm not?"
"Yeah, that's what most of us think."
"Oh, so now, I'm a little prettier and you get all mad. But I don't care, Ron. You always had to be better than me. Well you are, okay? Now you're rich, tall, and god, Ron, you know you're hot as hell but what if I know I can look better? You get mad 'cause I get prettier? What the hell is up with that, Ron?"
"Because now we have to share you with the whole goddamn world!" he snapped, angrily.
The people who were listening went silent, as did Hermione.
She lowered her voice to a talking level. "So you want to keep me to yourself?" Hermione asked, obviously livid. "I'm not for anyone to keep, Ron. If I didn't change my look, than I'd be killed by everyone. I'd be made fun of so bad. I'd get those weird looks. I get them now but they're different from the looks I used to get when someone looked at me. You never got that kind of looks I did, Ron. You don't know how it feels. And by they way you look now, you're never going to."
"That was harsh." Ginny mumbled.
Hermione looked at her. "But it's true."
The rest of the meal was quiet between those four.
"Hey, Hermione," Cody Anderson said. "I'm going to the common room do you wanna come?" Hermione looked at Harry then Ron.
"Yeah, sure." she got up and followed Cody. "Should we get Madison?"
"Sure. What about Malfoy?"
"He can find it by himself." Hermione went to fetch Madison. Hermione noticed that Draco wasn't at the Slytherin table.
Cody waited for Hermione and Madison and all three of them headed out when Hermione came back with Madison.
"Do you know where this is?" Hermione asked Madison.
"Nope. Do you Cody?"
"Yeah. It's up a few more stair cases."
Cody, Madison and Hermione made their way over to their common room. Cody said the password to the guard in armour who let them in.
Inside was beautiful. There were two fire places on in the corner and the other in the centre of the room. There was a big table, a couch and two chairs, and two stair cases.
Draco was sitting on the couch reading a letter. He frowned and shook his head. When he heard Madison sniff, he turned his head to look at them.
"Hello," Madison smiled to him.
"Hey." Draco and Madison were familiar with each other. They both were purebloods and their families talked with each other. He looked at Hermione with a look that Hermione wasn't to comfortable with. She looked away and walked into the common room. It was really nice.
"Madison, come check out our rooms with me," Hermione said, grabbing her sleeve and dragged her up the stairs.
"What's your rush, Hermione?" she asked Hermione.
"Nothing, I just don't like him that's all."
"That all? Well you better get used to it. You're gonna be seeing a lot of him," Madison informed Hermione but Hermione already knew that.
Hermione and Madison checked out there rooms and then left each other, saying goodnight.
Hermione lay in her bed thinking of her parents. They had been acting strange towards her. Hermione signed and relaxed, thinking of what would be coming up in the year.
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Hermione woke up with a jolt. "Oh, god!" she whispered. Her clothes were sticking to her so Hermione threw on a clean new t-shirt and then she laid back down in her bed but couldn't fall asleep.
Hermione sat back up and went down stairs to find Draco there. She went over to the couch and sat down only to find Draco was staring at her. Hermione knew that her hair was a mess and that she didn't look to good in her very big t-shirt.
Hermione could feel Draco's gaze. He looked at her hair and then to her legs. He just happened to think of how nice they were. "Can't sleep?" Draco asked, looking away from her legs and to the fire.
Hermione looked away from the fire and over to Draco. His blonde hair was messy looking like Harry's and he was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of pyjama pants.
"Yeah, I had a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep." Draco nodded. It was really quiet between the two. So Hermione decided to break the silence.
"Why are you up?"
"Thinking."
"Thinking about what?"'
"My father sent a letter today. It was about the girl I'm going to marry. She-"
"You're getting married already?"
Draco smiled slightly at Hermione's out burst. "No. I was betrothed when I was a baby. I was told that I'd be meeting her at Christmas."
"What does she look like?" Hermione asked.
He shrugged, still looking into the fire. "I don't know what she looks like." Hermione stared at him, a slight frown on her face.
"So you know nothing about this girl?"
"I only know that she's seventeen and she's a pure blood. In the letter my father sent, he said her name was Hermione."
Hermione went quiet looked at him worriedly. Then put on a fake smile and said, "that's a nice name."
"If you say so."
"Doesn't that bug you that you have to marry someone you don't know."
"It's not my choice."
"You could make it yours," Hermione told him. She stood up and started to walk back to the stair case. "Good-night, Malfoy."
"Why do you call me that?"
Hermione stopped and turned around. "Why not?"
"I have a name, you know."
"Yeah, you do, but so do I. You want me to call you your name then say mine," Hermione told him.
A long silence filled the room. As Hermione was about to turn around, Draco whispered, "Sleep tight, Hermione."
Hearing Draco say her name sent chills down her spine. "'Night, Draco."
Hermione rushed up the stairs and to her room. The girls name was Hermione? Whatever, Hermione. Don't even think about it, she said to herself. You just found out that you were adopted but you still aren't a pure blood. Your parents are dead and gone. Don't worry, she assured herself.
That night Hermione had a tough time going to sleep. But when she did, she dreamed of Draco meeting his soon to be wife.
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Hermione woke up with the sun shining in her window.
"First day of school," she mumbled to herself. Hermione got out of bed and went to her own personal bathroom. She had a shower, got dressed in her robe, and then put her hair in ringlets by magic. After putting a little bit of make up on, Hermione headed down to the common room.
"Hey, Hermione," Cody smiled at her. He, too, was dressed in his robes. His shaggy brown hair now spiked. Cody was a cute guy. He was super nice and like Hermione, was good in all subjects.
"Hey, Cody. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just gonna go down to breakfast. You wanna come?"
"Yeah, okay." So Hermione and Cody went down to the great hall for breakfast.
Hermione sat down beside Pavarti and Lavender, who were busy talking about guys.
"So Hermione-" Lavender started.
"Have you seen Draco without his shirt on?" Pavarti finished for her.
Hermione frowned at the two girls. "No, why would I? I really don't plan on seeing him without his shirt on anytime soon."
"Why not?" Pavarti asked.
"Like who wouldn't want to see his body?" Lavender added.
"Yeah, his solid abs, his tough chest, his . . ." Pavarti went on, a happy smile on her face. That send a picture to Hermione's brain.
"Oh, yuck! I have absolutely no intention of seeing him without a shirt on!" Hermione told the two giggling girls.
"-his strong muscular arms around you while you-"
"Okay!" Hermione said loudly. "Just stop right there! I'm fine without that picture!" Hermione said, shaking her head as if to shake the picture back out.
"I'm think you should keep that picture in your head. I happen to think that's a very nice picture," Pavarti smiled at Hermione.
"What picture?" Ron asked as he sat down.
"No picture!" Lavender said with a giggle.
He frowned at her. "Okay, whatever." Before he turned to the food he looked at Hermione. "Hey, I'm… ah… sorry about being an ass yesterday."
"It's alright, Ron."
He signed and then smiled at her before he reached for the food.
"Hermione, what do you have for first class?"
"Potions."
"Oh, us, too," Harry said.
"So, Ron," Pavarti said as she scooted closer to Ron, "how did you sleep last night?"
Ron frowned and looked at Harry. With the confused look on his face he answered, "fine."
"I know someone who didn't. She really wanted you with her," Pavarti went on.
"Pavarti!" Lavender squealed, her face turning red. "Shut up."
Ron looked over at her. He smiled when her face went red.
"She really did miss you last nigh, Ron. She was sad that you ignored her all last night. When you wouldn't talk back when she said something." Pavarti told him.
"No, I didn't! Pavarti, stop making things up!" Lavender told her, her face really scarlet. She met Ron's gaze then looked down quickly, her face turning redder.
"I'm not!" Pavarti exclaimed. "I'm telling Ron what he deserves to know. He need to know how you feel about him, how you dream of him, how you want him . . ." she drifted off, smiling at Hermione beside her.
Ron then cracked into a smile, amused that she was so embarrassed.
"I do not!" Lavender snapped and Pavarti. She got up from the bench and turned around to leave.
"Lavender, I was just joking around!" Pavarti yelled after her.
Lavender spun around, her face now red from anger. "No, you weren't! You done that on purpose!" She then turned back around and walked out of the great hall.
Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged. Hermione shook her head while Pavarti got up and followed Lavender out of the great hall.
"Well, I'll see you guys in the dungeons," Hermione said as she got up from the bench and out of the great hall. Hermione knew that she had to hurry if she wanted to make it to the dungeons. She grabbed her bag from her room and ran out the door.
Hermione was so much in a hurry that she fell down the stairs at the great stair case. But thankful to the person there, they caught her.
"Whoa! Don't want to fall down these stairs," a familiar voice said as he helped her back into a safe standing position.
"Thank you," Hermione murmured, her heart racing, as she looked up at the guys face. It was Draco. "Oh, it's you."
"That a bad thing?"
"Well, not right now." Draco was standing a step lower than Hermione and she could see him in the eye. He was watching her, his eyes boring into hers.
Hermione cleared her throat. "Well, I'll see you down in the dungeons." Draco stepped aside and watched her march down the stairs.
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Down in the dungeons, the Slytherins were all staring at Hermione. She just ignored their stares and kept on talking to Amanda, another girl in her house.
"Okay, settle down," came Snape's bitter voice. He made his way over to the front of the room. "Today we're going to make a new potion. I doubt any of you have heard of it. It is called the Cobuseny Potion. When you are done making it, I will tell you what it is. I have made partners for you so when I say your name go to your partners table."
He started to go down the list. And it just so happened that Hermione had to go with Draco. She moved over to his table and set her things down. They were quiet and didn't even look at each other.
Snape told the class what they'll need and Draco went to get the ingredients. When he sat back down with everything, Hermione started to brew the potion.
"What do you think this is?" Hermione asked him.
"It's a dark potion," Draco told her.
"How do you know that?" Hermione asked. She looked up from the tongue she was cutting to look at him.
"I read this potion in on of my fathers books. It was called brewing a dark potion," he told her, his voice matter-of-fact.
"Oh."
When everyone was done, Snape told each group that they had to prick each others finger with a needle and drop three drops of blood into the drinking glass that held the potion that they had to drink. Snape had needles sent to each table.
Draco grabbed one and pricked his own and squeezed three drops of blood into Hermione's orange-brown potion. Draco wiped the needle off and held it to Hermione. She looked at it worriedly then up at him.
"Here, give my your hand." Hermione did and he cupped her tiny hand with his big one. With the other hand he pricked her ring finger as instructed. Draco brought her hand over to his cup and squeezed three drops into his orange-brown potion. It turned a little darker.
"Okay. Now drink the potion, all of the potion, and wait. To know that this potion has worked, you must look into the other person's eyes and see if their eyes are a dark golden yellow."
Everyone around the room lifted their glasses to their mouth and drank the whole thing.
"This potion will stop working in about three hours." Hermione coughed, trying to get the vulgar taste out of her mouth. I hate Snape for making me drink this.
Same here, came Draco's voice in her head.
Oh, god! You can read my thoughts? Hermione asked in her head. Hermione's eyes were wide in worry.
That's not all I can do with this potion. Draco's voice came back. I can also make you do as I say. This potion triggers a nerve in your brain. Snape wont tell anyone that though.
I don't want to have you in my head for three hours! Hermione whined.
"This potion has worked for most of you. This potion has you being able to talk to the other person through your minds. If someone takes your blood, this is the potion that they are most likely to make. If only one person drinks this then that person can here the other persons thoughts but they can not hear you. To have it work both ways, you must have both people drink the potion," Snape informed the class.
The bell then rang and everyone started to pack up their things, complaining that the potion was stupid.
So ,Draco, what's next for you? Hermione asked Draco as everyone pilled out if the class and into the corridor.
Charms. And for the next three hours, the two seven year classes had an extra voice in their heads.
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