Please Note: I do not own any of the characters or anything… sadly
Viv: You will LOVE this chapter hehe… I hope!
N/B W00t to all my w00t-y reviewers! It's so w00t-ish to get such w00t-worthy comments! Yes I am w00t-ing high baha.
Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooong chapter this time… well for my half-assed standards haha
Things in ITALICS are Hermione's thoughts.
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"Is this it?" Ron muttered, to no-one in particular. He stood outside the Head's dormitories, or so he hoped. He had to be quick or the potion would wear off. "I have to stop Hermione and Malfoy. So wrong…so wrong…"
He knocked on the wall next to the portrait, waking it from a deep sleep.
"Oi," it warned. "Do that again and pow!" He made some threatening hand movements.
"Sorry," he mumbled, slightly distracted waiting for Hermione to answer. It was Draco.
"Ugh, what do you want Weasel?" he drawled.
"I want to speak to Hermione," Ron replied, his nerves showing in his voice.
"She's in the shower."
"Oh."
"Mia! Your darling Ronny is here to see you!" Draco called to Hermione. He smirked.
"Coming!" came Hermione's voice from the bathroom.
Ron stood in the entrance to the dorm glaring at Draco, who smirked back.
Hermione emerged with a towel around herself. Lizzie opened her dorm door, hearing the commotion.
"Oh," she said. "Vell 'Ello. My name eez Leezie. You must bee Ronald, I 'ave 'eard a lot about you." She stepped forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Erm, hi," he said.
"Come eento my room," she said. Her eyes were wide, Ron thought he saw a love heart flash over her iris.
'Oh No! The potion!' he thought. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
Lizzie grabbed his arm and dragged him into her room.
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"Viv? What's wrong with her?" Draco was concerned. "Ok. Yes. Oh God, I'll be right there." Hermione waited until he hung up until she asked.
"Who is Viv?"
"She's my sister," said Draco. He found a very interesting speck on the ground and stared at it.
"You have a sister?" Hermione was very surprised. "What year is she?"
"Um, sixth year," he mumbled.
"Oh that's the same as Ginny!" Hermione squealed. "Slytherin, I presume."
"Erm… see that's the problem," said Draco, looking up from his speck. "She's in Ravenclaw 'cos she's awfully smart. Father is very angry at her for not getting into Slytherin, he doesn't talk to her even when she's at home for the holidays and Mother ignores her too." Hermione made a sympathetic noise and he stopped. She motioned for him to go on. "She's a Slytherin at heart of course, but that's not good enough for our parents."
"Oh that's horrible," said Hermione. She gave Draco a kiss. It relieved a bit of his pain, but then he remembered the phone call.
"Sorry, bub, I have to go," he said, hurridly. He gave Hermione a peck on the cheek then ran out the portrait hole.
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"Oh, Ronald, zees has been zee best night of my life," Lizzie gushed. Ron pushed her off.
"Um, yeah look," he said, unsure of how to put this. "I need to go find Hermione."
"'oo cares about zees 'ermione girl," Lizzie said, grabbing Ron again.
"I do!" he said firmly. Pushing her away again. He ran out of the room, determined to get away from this girl. "Hermione!"
He ran in and pushed her bedroom door open, without knocking. She wasn't in there.
"Ronald!"
"No Lizzie!" He yelled before sprinting to the library.
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"Viv! My darling Vivienne!" A tear rolled down Draco's face. He ran over to her bed in the hospital wing. She touched her hand. It was cold as ice.
He had a sudden urge to shake her
"She isn't very well, Mr Malfoy," said Madame Pomfrey.
"I can see that!" snapped Draco. Before Madame Pomfrey could warn him about his tone Hermione rushed in.
"What's wrong with her?" Her face crumpled into a ball of worry. Viv's face was cold and pale, her black hair lying limp and straight by her side. Her eyes were closed, her face soft but she looked tired and unhappy.
"We aren't sure," replied Madame Pomfrey.
"Oh that's awful!"
And so it was.
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"God, Ron," said Harry. "That Lizzie chick is totally hot! You should be really happy you got someone like her!"
"But I'm not," said Ron, being completely honest. "She's all over me and her accent really freaks me out."
"I think it's cute," Harry replied. He smiled, his emerald eyes sparkling.
"Ronald!"
"Oh god," he muttered. "Yes Lizzie?"
"Vere 'ave you been?" she said, glaring at him. "I 'ave been seacheeng for you everyvere!"
"Help," he whispered urgently to Harry. "I need the antidote ASAP!"
"Ok then," said Harry, absently. He was slowly looking Lizzie up and down. He liked what he saw. Curvy, but not too curvy, with blue eyes and soft blonde hair.
"Um Lizzie, can I talk to you in private for a minute?" said Harry, uncomfortably.
"Erm… vell yes I seenk zat should be ok."
Harry dragged her into an empty classroom.
"Um, Lizzie," Harry stuttered, unsure of how to put this. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to the ball with me on Saturday."
"Erm, vell… I vos seenkeeng of goeeng veeth Ronald but 'e 'asn't been asking me yet so I veel say maybe," she replied.
Harry's heart skipped a beat.
"Are you sure?" he said, not quite believing her because she was under a spell.
"I shall seenk about eet, ok?" she said, walking out of the classroom.
"Don't forget to look for the - " Lizzie cut Ron off.
"Come ON Ronald!" said Lizzie, impatiently.
"HARRY!" Ron yelled as Lizzie dragged him away. "LIBRARY! ANTIDOTE! NOW!"
"Oh, of course," said Harry, pulling his eyes off Lizzie. He headed off to the library, wanting the antidote as much as Ron, but for different reasons.
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N/B Yes, me again… and yes Lizzy is my name I changed it to Lizzie for the story and I was gunna be Aussie but I really wanted to write an accent in the story so here it is. Please note: I have no idea how I managed to get myself with Ron, personally I can't stand him please don't hurt me for Ron-bashing! Ok, I'll shut up now baha. OMFG I LOVE DANIEL RADCLIFFE… sorry…