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Chapter 1: The Plan
A/N: Part one of two - The Plan.
Hermione wasn’t angry. Anger was simple to fix; presents, a helping hand, a smile. Anger could go away as quickly as it came. No, Hermione was furious. And when Hermione was furious, she was scary. Very scary. Which was why, while Hermione was sitting on the end of the couch looking furious, Ginny was sitting way on the other end. She had to sit on the couch, she promised she’d be there for her friend. But Hermione asked her to with her, not right next to her. Ginny wasn’t breaking her promise. Just bending it slightly.
They had been sitting there, in silence, for half an hour; Hermione hadn’t spoken a word since she asked Ginny to help her. She just sat there and glared. At what? Ginny didn’t know. Nor did she want to ask…yet. How the heck am I supposed to help if she wont talk to me? That question went round and round in Ginny’s head for most of the time they had sat there. She wouldn’t say anything to Hermione; she knew better than to say anything when Hermione was furious. Not like Ron…but that’s a story for another day.
The sound of a door closing upstairs caused Hermione to glare even harder and Ginny finally knew who she was angry with. All she had to do know was find out why. Can you find out why without asking?
Draco Malfoy came down, a smirk on his face as usual. “Where are you going Malfoy?” Hermione asked him, her voice was low and venomous. At least she spoke, Ginny thought.
Draco looked at her strange. She hadn’t spoken to him like that since just before the war officially started. The whole school year they had been civil, even nice to each other. A couple times they even shared a laugh and a joke. He didn’t understand. Ginny looked at him with a questioning look on her face, Hermione didn’t turn around even though it was her who asked the question.
Draco put his hands in the air as if surrendering, “I didn’t do it,” he said quickly.
“I didn’t ask what you did.”
“I’m going to the Slytherin common room to see Blaise and Theo and we might go out round the grounds. It’s a nice day and we’re bored,” he answered, though still confused.
“Have fun,” she still spoke in that low tone and it was starting to scare both Ginny and Draco.
“I’m going now,” he all but ran from the Head’s common room.
Ginny waited a few moments until she just couldn’t take the silence and not knowing anymore. She decided to risk getting her head bitten off by her best friend (Ginny honestly didn’t know if she meant that literally or metaphorically).
“OK, what is going on? I though you and Draco were getting along. You never speak to like that anymore, not even when your angry and call him by his last name, which, again, is something you rarely do anymore. What happened?!”
Hermione continued to glare and look ahead, “he’s an arrogant git who thinks he can get away with anything and everything and anyone by lying.”
“As far as I’m aware, he hasn’t done anything,” Ginny thought.
“That’s because you and the boys only see if he does anything bad to me and he doesn’t so you don’t pay attention.”
Ginny was confused, “if he hasn’t done anything to you, why are you so angry?”
This time Hermione did turn to face her friend, “because he lies and cheats about everything - beside school and homework, which surprised me actually - and if he can do that so naturally and easily then no matter how good of friends we become, how can I trust him?”
“Fair point. Is there any reason for this? I mean, you’ve never seemed to care before.”
“I didn’t like him before,” she mumbled quietly. Well, not that quietly as Ginny heard. Hermione realised she said that out loud and gasped and put her hand to her mouth.
Ginny’s shock wore off quickly and she started bouncing up and down on the couch, “Oh wow! Merlin, you like him! This is so cool. He is hot.”
“Yes, I like him,” Hermione admitted, “I like him a lot. I can’t seem to stop thinking about him.” She sighed, “but it’s a bad thing.”
“Were you not listening,” he lies and I can’t be with a liar, because I find it hard to trust them. I can’t fully trust Draco, Ginny. Besides, I don’t even know if he likes me.”
Ginny smiled, “then ask him.” Hermione rolled her eyes. Honestly she couldn’t talk about her feelings for a boy with Ginny. She loved Ginny but all she heard was the good things about Draco. Hermione wanted to talk about his bad quality. Ginny saw the eye roll, “ask him when you know he will be completely honest with you.”
“Are you kidding? Please tell me your joking! I can’t use Veritaserum on him, it’s forbidden to use it on a student - “
“It’s forbidden for a teacher to use it on a student. Have you ever heard them say a student can’t use it?”
“I’m sure it’s in the rulebook somewhere. Plus I’m Head Girl, I need to set an example. I don’t intend to set the wrong one.”
Ginny put her hand on Hermione’s shoulder, “can you think of any other way of finding out? Tell me and we’ll drop the topic of Veritaserum.” Hermione shook her head, she couldn’t. and she really wanted to know how he felt.
I think I’ve lost my mind. “Where are going to get it? I take the risk of giving Draco the potion but if you’re thinking of stealing it from Snape, then no way.”
“Of course not! Who do you think I am? Fred and George?”
“OK, where are we going to get it from?”
Ginny was hesitant to answer, “Fred and George.” Hermione laughed and shook her head, “they made this new product were the drinker has to tell the truth for twenty-four hours. They tested it on each other and it worked. They told the truth for the whole day, it was the scariest thing I have ever seen.”
Ginny nodded, “they even made it tasteless, Draco will never be able to tell that he drank a potion.”
Hermione thought, “OK,” she said after a moment of silence, “let’s do it.”
“Great. I’ll have it by tomorrow. Blaise said they’re playing Quidditch on the pitch after dinner, Draco will be back by seven-thirty, it’ll be here.”
Draco, Blaise and Theo were walking by the lake. The latter two were talking but Draco was silent, thinking.
“What’s up with you?”
It took a while before Draco realised that Theo was talking to him, “what?”
He rolled his eyes, “I said what’s up with you?”
“Oh, I was just thinking.”
“About…?” Blaise prompted.
“Aww!” Blaise replied, “little Drakie has a crush on the Head Girl.”
Draco didn’t agree but he didn’t deny it either. He avoided it completely, “she was really angry when I came down. She didn’t yell at me, it was that low, scary voice we see her give Weasley a lot.”
Theo shuddered, “I hate it when she does that, I actually want to run and hide when I hear it, whether it’s directed at me or not,” Theo then glared at Draco,” what did you do?”
Draco shrugged his shoulders, “that’s what’s confusing me. I didn’t do anything…I think. I don’t remember doing anything.”
Blaise changed the subject, the topic of Hermione Granger was a confusing topic indeed. And how did he know that? Either he was hanging it with her or Draco was talking about her. Blaise knew there was truth to his accusation. Draco must have a crush on her. “How’s your…relationship? Fling? Whatever it is with…I wanna say Amy?”
“It is Amy and not so good. I’m gonna break up with her tomorrow, after Quidditch I think it’s for the best.”
“Are you gonna let her down gently?” Theo asked sarcastically.
“So your gonna lie,” Blaise didn’t need to ask that.
They continued their walk, thinking of things Draco could say tomorrow.
Draco came in that evening sweaty and out of breath. “Was Quidditch fun?” Hermione asked coming down stairs. Draco nodded. “You seem very out of breath.”
“Quidditch then chasing Theo ‘cause he stole my wand. I think I’m starting to see spots.”
Why don’t you have a drink. I got a bottle of water, it’s on the table, I can always get another one.”
“It’s not poisoned is it?”
Hermione looked confused, “why would I poison it? I was going to drink it.”
Draco shrugged, “it could have been a cover story.”
“Why would I want to poison you?”
“Did I do something that caused you to be angry with me?”
Hermione laughed, “that’s why you think I might poison you? You think I’m angry with you?” he nodded, “I’m not angry with you, I promise. I was just in a bad mood and I took it out on everyone. Did you not see Ginny? She sat as far away from me as possible incase I became violent. I wouldn’t have, though. So, do you want the water or not.”
“Please and thank you.” He took the bottle and drank half of it at once. Hermione watched as he drank a small smile on her face.
“Much. I’m gonna get a shower then I’m going to Slytherin. Don’t wait up!” he called from up the stairs.
“I won’t,” she whispered to herself, “I talk to you tomorrow.” she wondered what Draco would say to her tomorrow, while under the effects of Veritaserum. Hermione knew what she had just done was wrong, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.