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Chapter 11: The Colours of the Rainbow

Ron bit his bottom lip as his quill danced over the piece of parchment, obviously drooling. Hermione looked over to him and grinned… just what Dumbledore and the Sorting Hat wanted: damn ass uniting of the houses after the war.

Ron sat back and examined his work, with a dreamy expression on his face – much alike when he was savouring one of Honeydukes finest chocolate. Suddenly his dreamy expression became horror and tore up the parchment and looked at it with the mixture of hurt, worry, sadness and victory? Hermione didn't know.

"What's wrong Ron? What's the matter? Is there something wrong with your essay? If so I can repair the parchment and proof read it for you?" Hermione said, in her best "concerned" voice.

"Er, uh," Ron struggled with his words, which obviously are failing him.

"Yes?" Hermione said, grinning… evilly.

"Uh nothing… er –" he started, again stuttering.

"Well, why don't you let me see it then?" Hermione said again, her evil grin never leaving her face.

"Well er…" Ron looked around then stuffed it into his mouth, then with difficulty he swallowed it and smiled to Hermione, black ink stains on his teeth, "It's gone."

Hermione's expression turned from evil to disgust in about 2 seconds.

"Ron, that's unhygienic… and don't worry I know you were drooling her name," she said. The colour in Ron's face drained and his ears went red. He grabbed the nearest heavy book and bashed his head into it and saying a word between each bash – much alike a house elf.

"I – am – a – disgrace – to – Gryffindor – and – " Hermione took away her book before he does anything else like a house elf.

"Stop it!"

"Hermione I need your help," he said.

"What?"

"I – blimey Hermione, I – I think I'm in love with the biggest pug-faced slut ever," Ron whispered, distressed. Hermione bit her bottom lip and grabbed Ron by the shoulder and pulled him out from the library.

"Ron," she shook his shoulders, "Remember your only seventeen, you and I don't know what love is yet."

"Wha-?" Ron said.

"Look Ron, I have a way to see if you really love her or if it's just a crush," she said.

"How?"

"Ronniekins sweetheart, that's why we have wands that cast spells and therefore – "

"Okay, I get the point! What spell?" Ron said impatiently.

Hermione took the book he was holing and held it up. There's a wand, there's a way.

"Okay, you have to cast the spell on yourself and yes, charms' swish and flick," Hermione said.

Ron just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Okay Ron, just point your wand to yourself and say seo felonus and whoever you talk to they would have these colours on their chest or stomach which indicate what they feel towards you and you will have these colours on your hands and they indicate what you think about them," she said.

"Yes… oh Merlin what - ?" Ron said, confused about it.

"Just say seo felonus, pointing to yourself," Hermione said impatiently.

"I'm only doing this if you're doing this! How do I know if this spell won't you know, hex me or something!" Ron whined.

"Merlin Ron, do you want to know if you're really in love with – "Hermione was cut off by Ron putting his hand over her mouth and dragging her into the nearest empty classroom.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that if I tried to get you mad enough you'll pop and then do the spell," she smirked.

"Okay, okay I will!" Ron said and did the spell. Suddenly there was a pop and his eyes went a bit lighter than usual.

"Now will you do it?" Ron said happily.

"Right… are you alright?" Hermione questioned.

"I'm fine and you have an orange belly and I have orange hands!" Ron squealed.

"Yes, orange means long lasting friendship," Hermione said, looking into the book, "Red means love like the real soul-mate type of love. Pink means a silly crush or infatuation. Green means jealousy or envy. Black means hatred or anger. Purple means acquaintance, like you think they're okay and blue means neutral."

"Yes, so I'm looking for pink on Pansy or red on my hands and do the spell on yourself, I don't' want to be alone in this orange belly world."

"Okay, but remember, it only lasts for 3 hours," Hermione said and put the spell on herself.

"Hey Hagrid, it's me," Harry whispered hoarsely. It was one of those rare events when he was so confused he had to tell someone other than Hermione and Ron. (AN: it's kinda confusing isn't it? But I had to put some Hagrid action into it…. Wait that sounded wrong…)

"Is it yeh 'Arry? Wearin' tha cloak? Come on in," Hagrid squinted in the darkness. He stood back and let Harry in.

"Where's Hermione and Ron?" Hagrid asked.

"I wanted to tell you first," Harry said, pulling his cloak off.

"Really, what is it?"

"Well, I better tell you what's happening around Hogwarts. Well Hermione has found a great plan to demolish Malfoy into something we all don't want. Blaise, as you know, has died and Ginny loves him… except I now think I love her – what should I do?" Harry rambled on.

"Well Harry, it's all abou' the heart. Lis'en to it… not yeh mind."

Ron had already dashed out of the room from excitement and left Hermione standing in the middle of the classroom thinking about Draco… and what should she do next...

Then it hit her… she was going to play with this spell for a while…

Okeiz guys …. Sorry for the long wait and short and random chapter… it's just that I've kinda lost interest in Hermione and Draco fics coz … no offence to the new ppl but the fics now, don't really suit my taste and yeah… I've also gotten into James and Lily fics, tho most of them are beginners with good but weird plots… wait, is Lucius Malfoy in the same grade as Lily and James … coz I keep on thinking they aren't…

Thank you to all those reviews who reminded me to not abandon this fic and the votes where to 101: Hermione realises she loves Draco and they live happily ever after.

LOL thanks for reading and please review.