Chapter 15: The Blond, the Red Head, and The Brunette
Disclaimer: Own the plot and the spell.
It was Saturday, and she still had not finished the book, but that did not worry her for she had Morgan's spell that would tell her who was lying. Cameron had tried to cancel their date but she persuaded him into just one drink so that way she could cast it on him before he had the chance to get away. This was why she was in front of the Three Broomsticks, parchment clutched to her chest, and wind whipping around her hair instead of shopping for new quills.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and made her way inside, only to notice him in a booth near a window. He smiled when he saw her and although she felt happy at seeing him, that same feeling that something was missing filled her again.
'We'll soon find out,' she thought as she sat across from him and ordered a Butter Beer from Rosmerta as she passed.
He seemed a little uneasy but she didn't understand why when they had yet to begin talking. Feeling obligated she started the conversation and hoped he would loosen up by the time her drink got there. His hand was on the table and she took it as an opportunity to hold his hand while they talked. Glancing quickly about, he then relaxed some more and held hers firmly causing Hermione to smile.
"How were your classes this week?"
It was harmless enough, a basic easy going question that allowed him to relax even more. They both knew why they were there, but instead of jumping head first into the conversation, they would wade in at their own pace.
"Potions was my only problem, Snape seemed aggravated Friday morning."
"I wonder why?"
Hermione knew that had she arrived at that door first, Snape would have probably still been asleep, then she would have really been hexed. Thanking Merlin silently, she sipped on her drink when it finally arrived at the table, instantly warming her up. Her hand was still in his when she put the mug back down and decided now was better than any.
"I have a small request of you, if you don't mind, and you don't have to do anything except sit there."
He seemed a little startled at the statement and nodded his head in consent. Hermione took the parchment that she had unconsciously stuffed into her pocket when she first saw him back out and spread it over the table. She could tell he was slightly confused as it didn't look like anything that would have been written in any of their books.
"What is that?"
"A spell that will allow me to tell if you are my soul mate. I'm sorry to ask this of you Cameron, but I need to know before this goes any further."
He hung his head, and waited for her to cast it, he knew that the game was up for him and he did not try to maintain the façade any longer. Hermione picked up her wand and touched it to their joined hands, not thinking about anything else except for the words in front of her as she tried to pronounce them correctly.
"Is puer quisnam volo meus Pectus pectoris ,
Is vir quisnam volo meus animus ,
Ostendo him ut mihi is nox noctis ,
Ostendo is blond saeta puer."
A light flowed from her wand that wound around their hands and then twined up his body before receding back to their hands and glowed red, the color tat he was not the one. Hermione released the breath that she didn't know she had been holding and felt slightly happier knowing that Cameron was in fact not her soul mate.
'That only leaves Malfoy and George.'
"I'm sorry mione, I guess I'll go now."
She held onto his hand not wanting him to leave just yet. Cameron understood and remained in his seat, waiting to see if she was going to speak or if he would have to reiterate what she already knew. It wasn't for another few minutes later and more sips of the warm liquid that Hermione finally opened her mouth to speak.
"I know this isn't what either of us wanted, but that doesn't change the fact that we are still friends right?"
"Yes Hermione, we will still be friends, even after you find out who your soul mate is."
It was then that the door to Three Broomsticks opened and George Weasley walked in. Cameron paled immediately, and quickly untangled their hands. He grabbed his drink and moved to sit with some of the Ravenclaws while the Red Headed Weasley took the Brunette's spot. No sooner had he sat down, there was a mug of Butter Beer in front of him and he took a quick drink.
"Well?"
"Well what George?"
"Did he tell you he was your soul mate?"
"No, and no he's not, but I will know by the end of our chat."
A hopeful glimmer passed through his eyes as he too reached across the table and took her hand the way she had Cameron's. She pulled her wand back out which gave him pause, but at her smile he let her do whatever it was she was going to. Placing the tip to the entwined hands she cast the spell again and silently hoped for different results than before.
"Is puer quisnam volo meus Pectus pectoris,
Is vir quisnam volo meus animus,
Ostendo him ut mihi is nox noctis,
Ostendo is blond saeta puer."
It wasn't until she had finished speaking and the light shot out of her wand the George figured out what spell she had used. He was shocked that she had even found it, and was all the more confident that she would be willing to accept him as her soul mate than ever before. This was until he saw the light travel back down and turn red around their hands.
"I'm sorry George."
He was dumbstruck, he knew she was his soul mate, he knew that he would never be happy if he didn't spend the rest of his life with her, and yet Morgan's spell proved otherwise. Confusion crossed his face as he tried to find the words to explain that the spell was lying, it had to be lying. He felt her try to pull her hand away but held it in his own as if it were his life support.
"Hermione, I don't know where you found Morgan's Spell, but you have to know that I'm your true soul mate."
"How do you know whose spell that was?"
"Please, just listen to me, I am the one your supposed to be with not Malfoy."
"How do you know about Malfoy?"
"None of that's important, just know that I love you and you are my soul mate."
There were so many questions flying through her head, none of which George would answer, which made her want to pull her hand away even more, even though she didn't truly want to lose the contact. She heard the main door open and close again, and it wasn't until Draco appeared at the table did she know what she had to do. She sent a small stinging hex at George for him to let go of her hand and quickly grabbed the blonds.
"Is puer quisnam volo meus Pectus pectoris,
Is vir quisnam volo meus animus,
Ostendo him ut mihi is nox noctis,
Ostendo is blond saeta puer."
The light flowed quickly from her wand, it spun around his body before settling on a green color lighting up both of their hands. She released his hand faster than necessary, her mind spinning with even more questions, none of which seemed to have any answers or put the puzzle that was her life together. She felt him sit next to her and it wasn't until the two boys started to speak that she was pulled out of the whirlwind that was her mind.
"What have you done to the spell Malfoy?"
"I did nothing, nor did I know she had found it. Just as well that she know who her TRUE soul mate is."
"Her true SOUL MATE is not you and you know it. Now, what did you do?"
"I told you Weasley, I did nothing."
She was fed up with the both of them, neither had bothered to answer her previous questions and she just wanted to find a nice quiet place to think about everything. Draco noticed she was trying to leave and stood for her to get out. George grabbed her had though before she was able to leave fully. A look of questioning and concern filled his eyes and she just yanked her hand away.
"Hermione?"
"Stop George, just stop. It's obvious isn't it? You are not my soul mate."
She turned on her heels, not knowing why she was crying, and not knowing why there was a bigger emptiness in her chest than before. If she had turned back around, she would have seen George's normally bright red hair slightly dim, and his entire being sagged in as if part of his life force had been drained. His soul mate had rejected him for Malfoy, and she had never finished the book, believing that the spell she had was the right one when it sat on the final page. He knew she hadn't finished because she had left the parchment with the spell copied on it and a word was changed, someone had tampered with his soul, and he couldn't even get back at them.
(A/N: Hello, I know this a rapid posting of the past few chapters, but I couldn't wait. : ) Anyways here is the translation for the spell Hermione used that Severus changed.
This boy who wants my Heart,
This man who wants my soul,
Show him to me this night,
Show this blond haired boy.
Hope you liked it, R&R)