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Chapter 3: Chapter 2: Potions
The Power of Vertiserum
Hermione bolted out of bed for the third time that night. The first two incidences were from nightmares involving the whole school finding out her secret. But this time she remembered something that should have been done during the summer. A back to school dance was going to be held this upcoming Friday and she had no plans for it yet. Being Head Girl, it was her responsibility to plan the whole event with the Head Boy.
“This is going to be difficult,” she said to herself temporarily forgetting that Draco knew her deadly secret.
It was almost five in the morning and since breakfast would be served at seven, Hermione had to hurry so that she would be able to show Draco the plans before. No one would understand if Hermione was seen talking to Draco during school hours even if it was about head duties.
Jumping into the shower to get rid of the sweat from the previous two nightmares, she quickly shampooed her hair. Forgetting to bring her clothes into the bathroom which had no connection to either room, she made her way through the Common Room wearing the skimpy towel. Thankfully Draco was not in the room at the time or she would have been in a really awkward position. When she was safely in her room, she changed into her school uniform and started to plan for the dance.
First, she thought about what type of dance they would hold. Since it was a back to school dance, she figured that the students should know who was who so masks were definitely out of the question. As to dress, formal was definitely out of the equation but there had to be some sort of dress code so she decided on a semiformal.
Decorations were definitely a hard decision as was a theme. She would have to talk to Draco about that later. Music would be at Dumbledore’s mercy since she was not going to pay for any band out of her own paycheck. Everyone thought that Hermione Granger was poor while the lovely Mia Riddle really had bank accounts full of gold.
With no ideas left and twenty minutes until breakfast would begin, Hermione folded the piece of parchment she had been writing on and put it inside her bra. The skirts had no pockets and that was her only option unless she wanted to carry a purse with her which would make it look as though she was having that time of the month.
Thinking about her Potions textbook that she had left in the Common Room, she made her way out to study for the pop quiz that Snape would be giving out later that day as a test to see if anyone had actually done the homework or copied it. Ron obviously who had copied from Harry would fail. Not wanting to reveal her identity, Hermione would not say anything about the quiz.
“Hey Mia,” Draco walked into the room about fifteen minutes after she had sat down. Breakfast would be served in five. “I was wondering if you would like to walk down to the Great Hall with me.” Hermione looked up, startled.
“Draco,” Hermione paused after saying his name. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t know. I guess you’ll think of something sooner or later.” He gracefully fell onto the couch next to her with his feet toward her. One whiff of his cologne and she was falling.
“Get away from me.” She couldn’t let her ex do this to her even if she had been the one to dump him to go out with Ron. That was a stupid mistake on her part.
“Make me.” He challenged her like he used to in the old days.
“No thanks.” She stood up and moved to an armchair. “I wanted to talk to you about the back to school dance. We need a band or a DJ first off. I don’t know who would do it in such short notice since the dance is this upcoming Friday. Second off, I’m not sure about the decorations or theme. I was thinking about a 1990s theme or something else...”
“Those are bad themes. No one is going to like them.” He sat up, leaning on his elbows which were against his knees. His feet were on the floor now. “What about a beach theme? It’s still warm enough to pull it off.”
“I guess that would work except that some girls might find it funny to come wearing a bathing suit.”
“Right. I’ll think of something later today I guess.”
“Remember that we have to clear it with Dumbledore before we can start finalizing the details or putting fliers up.” Hermione sighed and looked at the clock on the wall above the entrance to the Common Room. Standing up, she yawned, “I’m going down to the Great Hall for breakfast. I didn’t eat much last night.”
“Alright. I’ll come with you. Maybe we can think of something on the way.” Draco quickly jumped up from his seat.
“Yeah. By the way we have a pop quiz in Potions today on the summer assignment. You may want to look over yours.”
“Thanks. I will.” He fell into step next to her as they were about to leave the common room.
She stopped midstride and turned toward him. “We can’t walk together.”
“We’re not friends. I’m Hermione Granger and you’re Draco Malfoy. My friends don’t exactly like you. You’ll blow my cover.”
“So? Won’t you be blowing it today when you kiss me in Potions class?” Draco smirked.
“That’s probably a bad idea. Pansy will flip.”
“And you care because-?”
“She’s my friend as well as your girlfriend.” Hermione sighed.
“Fine. Kiss me now then and I’ll call off the dare.” Hermione searched his face to see whether he was joking or not. Upon finding that he wasn’t, she nervously smiled.
“That’s cheating though...”
“It’s not cheating. Pansy agreed last night when I dared Hermione Granger to kiss me.” He stood a foot away from her now. His cologne overpowered every sense in her body. Leaning closer to him, all she could think about was how she had felt when they had dated less than a year before.
“Are you sure?” She whispered. Her lips were less than an inch away from his.
“Yes.” He leaned in the last inch, pressing their lips together. Her hands moved up to his neck and his fell down to her waist. Slowly, they walked backwards while still making out. The intensity of the kiss increased with every second. Hermione fell onto the couch seconds before Draco did.
Mia turned her head to the side, stopping the kiss. “Did I say I wanted to go to breakfast?”
“Yeah you did. We should go soon,” Draco responded.
“Probably,” Draco sighed as he pulled away from her. Mia sat up as well. His scent was intoxicating and his touch was even more addicting.
“Let’s skip breakfast.” Mia leaned in to kiss him once more.
An hour later, Hermione sat in her Potions class with the Slytherins. Hermione noticed that they kept looking over at her and whispering to each other. She figured that it was because of the truth or dare episode the night before.
The pop quiz was easy for Hermione because Professor Snape had given her all the questions the week before. All she had to do was find the answers.
When class was over, Harry and Ron came over to her. Both of them had sat next to each other and Hermione had been forced to sit next to Lavender.
“Hey Mione,” Ron said. “What are you doing during your free period? Harry and I figure that a game of Wizard Chess is in order. It’ll be a tournament. You playing? All the seventh year Gryffindors are.”
“Griffindorks you mean.” Blaise and the other Slytherins came up behind Hermione. She spun around to face them with a ready glare.
“No, he means Gryffindors,” Hermione replied.
“Sor…” Blaise started to say, but Hermione’s change in face cut him off. “I mean… you had to have your girlfriend back you up? Pathetic pureblood trash.”
“What? Wasting your life away for some Dark Lord is worth it?” Harry scoffed. “You have to be kidding me.”
“Harry…” Hermione sighed. “I dare say throwing your life away to follow Dumbledore is worth it.”
“What? All this is going to lead to is a final battle,” Hermione told him.
“Many people will die, you know that Potter,” Malfoy butted into the conversation. “One of them will be you. Even Mi…Granger knows that.”
Hermione stared at him. “I have to go. I’ll see you guys later.” She turned and walked toward the common room.
“Hermione doesn’t think that,” Ron told Malfoy.
“Whatever.” Draco knew that Mia would be waiting for him in the common room so he cut the argument off there and left. “I’m going to go get my books for next class. I’ll catch you later Pansy.”