Chapter 3 of Immortal Love:
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Harry Potter.
Summary: I can't believe that idiot Krum cursed me! He was supposed to be my ex boyfriend. Now I can't regain my ability to perform magic until I find my true love. Oh great, I guess I'll find him after I date ever guy on Earth!
Recap from Chapter 2:
"Never say that I am like my father."
His eyes seemed to stay on mine, and then just as suddenly as he came towards me, he turned and walked back to his room.
He closed the door and slammed it shut.
I sat back on the couch; my chocolate cake lay forgotten.
"What's gotten into him?"
Chapter 3 of Immortal Love:
It was around eight in the morning when I heard the sounds of somebody pounding on my door.
"Get up, Granger! It's already eight o' clock and I want to have my breakfast!"
I rolled on over and stuffed my head under my pillow.
The pounding did not stop.
"Shut up Malfoy! Can't you see that I'm trying to sleep?" I yelled.
"I don't care. But I need you to be sitting at the table in order for me to have breakfast!" came the reply.
I gave a frustrated groan and I rolled my eyes.
"Fine! But quit pounding on my door!" I yelled back.
I rolled out of bed and messily rubbed my head and walked outside.
Malfoy smirked, "Wow, you sure didn't change."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes, "See for yourself..."
I walked back into my room, and frowned.
My hair was messily strewn all over the place. And because I had bushy brown hair, it looked even bushier, if that made sense.
I had a few creases in my face from my pillow, and I could see why Malfoy had made that comment. The pajama's I was wearing were pink with little bears on them.
My grandma had given it to me!
I simply rolled my eyes again, and pretended not to care. I walked back outside, and settled myself at the breakfast nook.
"You're not going to change?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"No, why should I? It's not like I have anybody to impress do I?" I asked.
"Aw, Granger. That hurt," he said, pretending as if I struck him.
"Good." I looked away, and he began eating.
Dear Ms. Granger:
I would like you to work on some Arithmancy and also some Ancient Ruins. If you need any help, I am sure Mr. Malfoy will be willing to give a helping hand. I hope everything is all right between the two of you. Not only is this a good chance for you two to become friends, but it is also a good chance to show inter-house relationship and become best friends.
Speaking of best friends, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are under the impression that you had to attend to some private family business. They will not be able to contact you until the Professors and I find a cure. This is to assure you for safety. I do not want Voldemort finding out that you have no magic and coming to hurt you. I hope all is well.
-Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
Along with the letter, Dumbledore had sent me a couple of worksheets. I went to my room and took my Arithmancy and Ancient Ruins books out of my trunk and headed back into the foyer to start my work.
I was sitting at my desk, when Malfoy plopped down in the chair next to me.
"So, Granger, why are you here?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes, "It's no good asking. I won't tell ... not unless you tell me first," I said, smirking. Two can play this game.
"Granger, you know I will not tell you. And you also know that sooner or later I will find out."
"I'll settle for later Malfoy. Now go away, don't you have work to do?" I asked.
He smirked back at me, and replied, "Finished it. I am faster than some people."
I sighed, and turned back to my work.
Guys...
It was in the mid afternoon when from in the fireplace, Professor Dumbledore's head popped up.
"Ms. Granger," he said, acknowledging me.
I nodded back and Dumbledore looked over at Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy ... I know that you can not leave this tower like Ms. Granger, but can you please excuse us?"
Malfoy shrugged, but he walked into his room.
As soon as his door slammed shut, Dumbledore looked over at me and said, "Ms. Granger ... Madame Pompfrey and Professor Sprout have found out why you are unable to perform magic. You see, it is the Nullus Veneficus Curse.It seems that somebody approached you when you were sleeping and put a curse on you."
"What does it do?" I asked, in a worried tone of voice.
Normally, I would've known, but lately, I had not been in a reading mood.
"You cannot perform magic until you are kissed by your true love ... or until you find your true love."
I gasped, "But that can take years!"
"Yes, and I am sorry that it has happened to you," said Dumbledore looking apologetic.
"Isn't there a counter-spell?" I asked frantically.
I needed my magic. More than he could know.
"No, many wizards and witches have tried, but none have worked. I am sorry, but you will have to stay here. Hopefully you can find your true love," he said, with a twinkle in his eye ... again.
Darn that old man!
I saw Dumbledore look back, and when he looked at me again, he said, "Do you have any questions you want to ask me? I have to go shortly."
I racked my brain for a question, but I could not find one.
"Why is Malfoy here?" I asked.
Dumbledore gave a low chuckle, "I'm sorry but that is confidential. He will have to tell you. He doesn't know why you're here either. But ... I'm sure you'll find your true love sooner than you think." And with that, he disappeared.
What the heck did he mean?
I was into my thoughts that I did not hear the door open.
"So, you can't perform magic," said Malfoy smirking.
I looked up.
Oh, crap.
Author's Note: I'm terribly sorry for this short chapter, but I have had loads of homework. I will try to update sooner!Please read and review.
Latin Translations:
Nullus : not
Veneficus : magical or relating to magic
