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Chapter 13: First Date
Harry woke up on Friday, feeling as tired as he possibly could. He didn't want to get out of bed and see Snape's ugly mug. He just wanted to sleep. His training with Cho was getting harder then ever, working now on focusing his mind to a precision point at any given time.
Something was shaking him, telling him to get up and ready for class. He rolled over to see his new girlfriend, Hermione smiling at him, with her hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, you have to get up!"
"Easy for you to say." He then rolled back over, trying to get some sleep.
Hermione chuckled, knowing that Harry wasn't one to want to get up in the morning. She stood up on his bed, and started jumping up and down.
"Alright! Alright, I'm up." When she was satisfied, she jumped one last time, and landed on the floor facing him.
"Don't forget, we-" Harry turned to her before she could finish.
"I would never forget that we have a date tonight. And I haven't forgotten either."
"Just checking, making sure you don't have Ron's memory. He always did forget when we would have a date." she said with a grin on her face.
"Yeah, and I was sent into the middle." He said, returning the old fashioned Potter grin that he knew would kill her.
Hermione blushed profusely, "I'm sorry about-"
He put a finger to her lips, "Don't even worry about it. That's the past, this is the present." He kissed her softly, "and my future is right in front of me."
Hermione's face turned an even deeper red as Harry kissed her again. Hermione opened her mouth immediately, allowing Harry to deepen the kiss, and he did, for a few short seconds, then he pulled back, and looked into her eyes. Harry pulled her head down, and kissed her on the forehead.
"Alright, I have to get changed, so that means that you have to leave the room."
"Aww, it does?" she said, and made the best pouting face she could.
Harry laughed, "Yes, it does." He kissed her softly once, but she refused to budge, "Hermione, you don't really want to see me naked."
"And why wouldn't I?"
Harry knew he was cornered, and that he had no excuse in his mind for this one. He finally did the only thing he could think of. He got out from under the covers, and picked Hermione up, one arm around her shoulders, the other under her knees. He set her down, just outside the painting, and quickly closed it, and muttered a spell, locking the painting, and only that his wand could open it again.
"Harry! This isn't fair!"
"Why not? You already saw me naked once!"
Hermione blushed again, remembering the day that the said incident happened. Stumbling on Harry, completely naked in his bedroom.
"Alright, you got me. I'll wait for you out here."
Harry developed a big grin on his face, and changed his clothes as fast as he could. He ran out a few minutes later, laughing at Hermione, who still wore her pouting face. He shook his head once, and kissed her tenderly.
"So, what time, and where should we meet?" Harry asked, wanting her
"Is seven, good for you?"
"Well, Hermione, I'll see if I can take time out of my busy schedule, but I think I can squeeze it in there."
Hermione laughed openly, "Only if I am important enough to fit into your life." Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, a little of the awkwardness that they had a week ago was still there, "You always fit into my schedule, whatever I have to do."
Hermione grinned, "I'd better." she said, then grabbed a pillow from the couch in the prefect common room and smacked him upside the head with it.
"Oooh, you'll pay for that." Harry said as he picked up his own pillow off of the couch and started chasing her around the room. Harry accidentally tripped over the leg of a chair, and fell face first into the ground.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, running over to the spot that he lay, "are you alright?" She reached out a hand to touch his right shoulder, when Harry twisted around, and threw the pillow into her chest. She stumbled a little bit, and then looked at the clock, and saw that there was twenty minutes left for breakfast.
"Harry, we had better go eat before class starts."
He looked up to see the same thing, "Yeah, you're right, if there is anything to eat, that is."
They walked down to the Great hall quickly, and basically dumped their plates Ron had fixed for them into their mouths. They flew out of the Great Hall, barely making it to Double Potions on time.
"Potter, Granger, fifteen points from Gryffindor for nearly being late." They quickly ran to their seats with Ron in the back,, not wanting to give Snape another excuse to fail them for the class, "Now, today, we will be working on a potion that is highly toxic, and that one slip up from the maker of the potion could kill the drinker. And Malfoy, if you are wondering why you are failing this class, it is because your father didn't want me to kiss his ass anymore with you."
Draco looked stunned, and whispered something that looked like 'my father' from where Harry and Hermione were standing. They looked at each other quickly, wondering what Draco Malfoy was going to do next, and who he was going to do it to.
"This potion is exceptionally dangerous, yet useful if you're an Auror and lose your invisibility cloak in the middle of a mission. When made properly, in can be used to make you invisible to other people around you., and the time limit on that is relevant to the amount of items you put in the potion. Now, if it is made incorrectly, it will become the fastest acting poison known to man, and will give you five minutes to live."
Everybody gasped at this, wondering if Snape would intentionally mess theirs up and make them drink it. It seemed like something that he would do.
"Now, I will be honest, there are a few of you that I would love to feed a messed up version of this potion to, but I've used my head for once, unlike those people." he continued, looking Harry straight into his eyes, "You will be in pairs of three, and will have one hour. Go!" Snape waved his wand, and the ingredients appeared on the blackboard.
Hermione and Harry stared at the potion instructions. There about fifteen items that had to be added, and Snape didn't even tell them how they could screw up, besides venturing off of the list.
"Alright, it tells us what we need, but not the amount given," said Ron, his face looking at Snape with the utmost lack of happiness, "how are we supposed to make a potion, if we don't how much to put in it?"
"Ron, don't you get it?" Hermione asked, looking at Ron in a way she had looked at him, that clearly said 'how thick could you get?'.
"Get what?"
"He told us how much to put in. As many as we want."
"But, for each number of one item we put in there, we have to put an equal amount of the other items in as well."
"So we just put one amount in, and use the same for the rest of the stuff, and we brew it for the rest of the time-"
"We don't just throw the ingredients in, Ron! Not only does the amount have to be exact, but for each amount we put in the number of degrees times fifty for the flame temperature."
"Thanks for the clarification. You didn't have to yell."
"Well you-"
"Alright," Harry said, stepping in between them, "You're right, Ron. She didn't have to yell. But you should start paying attention more as well. Hermione, let's go get the ingredients. Eight each?"
Ron and Hermione nodded. Harry nodded up front, and Hermione followed him up to the front desk to get the ingredients. Harry started taking eight of every ingredient, and met Hermione in the middle of the table. She was still a little miffed at Ron, for not paying attention when he should have.
"Hermione, calm down."
"Harry, he should've-"
"Paid attention. I know. But, Hermione, bickering is not going to get us anywhere."
She nodded, "you're right."
"And Snape never did say anything about flame temperatures."
"Yeah, he- no, he didn't, did he?"
"No, he didn't. But I think he did mean it."
"Harry, I'll apologize to him. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."
"What's in the past, stays in the past. He forgives you, even without you asking for his forgiveness. What's in the future will come to pass, and we will live on, fighting to our last." Hermione looked at him for a second, wondering where he had heard it. But then figured she shouldn't ask him.
"Instead, think about our date tonight, how much fun your going to have." He grinned, looking her straight in the eye. Oh god, that grin destroys me!
"Stop that, please."
"Stop what?" he said, the grin still sitting on his face.
"Grinning. That destroys me on the inside, you know. Makes me agree to anything."
"Alright, I'll stop… for a second." he said, losing it, and gaining it back seconds later.
"Oh! You are impossible!"
They brought the items back to the table, along with a few eyes who were staring at them awkwardly. Ron could barely help himself from laughing as heads started turning towards Harry and Hermione. Oh, if they only knew. He thought, grinning.
"Well, you two seem cozy." He said, acting a little miffed, as Ginny still wanted to keep the plan in motion, that is, until the ball.
"We have been best friends for six years, Ron." Harry said, looking at the black board again.
"Hermione and I don't act like that, and we never have, not even when we were going out." Ron replied, trying to keep a straight face, and cursing Ginny for putting him in this position.
"Ron, there really was nothing between us-"
"There was for me. You never tried to mak-"
"Ron! Hermione! You can argue about this later. Right now, we're with Snape. Let's not fight here." Harry stood in-between them, more or less forcing a truce between them for a little while, so they could work on the potion, "Now, can we please work on this, so we can get it done by the end of the hour?"
"Yeah, mate."
"Sorry, Harry."
Ron took some of the Edphemoors plant, and started cutting it into small, equal size pieces, while Harry and Hermione started to put some of the things that didn't need slicing into the cauldron in the order that was given on the blackboard. Hermione was nearly throwing the things in there, and a few of them were so fragile, one break could kill the drinker.
"Hermione, calm down." Harry told her, softly, "We're not going to be able to drink this if any of these items break."
"I know, it's just hard when you're my boyfriend, and my other best friend is still thinking that there is a chance for us to get back together. It's hard to hold one off, while trying to please the other."
Harry put his hand over hers, and squeezed it gently, "You don't have to please anyone but yourself, and anyone else can choke on it." He smiled softly at her, which seemed to destroy all of her anger right then and there. Hermione sighed softly, and started to get the pints of water needed for the potion, from a tap at their side of the room.
It took about an hour for everyone to make the potion, with everyone's cauldron's forming an orange mist around the top. Everyone's, except Neville's, Dean's, and Seamus'. Theirs was shooting…
"Blue Sparks! Stupid, idiotic, dimwitted!" Seamus was yelling at the top of his lungs at Neville, "What in the bloody hell did you do?"
"Shut up, Boomstick!" Dean yelled.
"What does that mean?"
"Hehe," Dean pulled out his wand, doing an imitation of Seamus in his first year, "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water, into rum!" he said, muttering a flash explosion spell under his breath, aiming at a small pebble on his desk. It exploded into white light all around them, and left Dean looking stupid with his eyebrows burnt off. Everyone laughed, looking at Seamus like a lost puppy.
"You'll pay for that one Thomas!" Seamus yelled, lunging at Dean with his fist raised.
"Thomas! Finnegan! Longbottom! Up here, NOW!"
All three of them walked to the front of the class, having the eyes of the entire class on them. Snape gave them three magically sealed sheets of paper, and told them to go see McGonagall. They walked out of the classroom, their heads hung low.
One person from the group drank their potion, and walked up to their common rooms, so they didn't have to scare anyone from their next class. Ron chose to drink the potion, under the pretense of not wanting to go to Sirius' class that day.
So Harry and Hermione walked to the defense classroom, only to see that the door was closed, and a sign hanging on it saying class was canceled for the day. So Harry and Hermione ran to their dorms as fast as they could, so they could get ready for 7:00 to come around.
Ginny was down in the kitchens at Six, talking to a few of the house elves, Dobby and Winky were among a group of fifteen house elves willing to do extra work.
"Alright, everyone, one of Dobby's friends has a date tonight. Dobby, you know who I am talking about."
Dobby raised one small eyebrow, and then nodded enthusiastically. He eyes were bulging even farther out of his head than they already were.
"Miss, may I ask, who is this woman?" Dobby asked excitedly.
"Has a bushy-haired girl came in with Harry when he comes to the kitchens?"
"Yes, miss, yes! She is the one that try to make us take clothes and wages!"
Ginny chuckled. That would be her.
"She's the girl. I want you to prepare the best Italian foods for them, alright?"
"Miss, we will." Dobby said, already holding a pan in his hand.
"Oh, and we never had this conversation."
It was 7:00, and Harry was waiting in the prefect common room in a blue polo shirt, and khaki pants that Mrs. Weasley had bought him earlier that summer. He had been waiting for five minutes when Hermione walked down the stairs. She was wearing a green turtle-neck, and a knee-length skirt Harry had never seen on her before. But, god, does she look beautiful.
"You look beautiful." All she could do was smile as she walked down the stairs. Considering it was seven o' clock, everyone was returning from dinner, so they could slip to the room of requirement, unnoticed. They hadn't told anyone about them yet, because of the high death eater children count in the school.
They entered the room of requirement and saw a beautiful Italian restaurant set up inside. The house-elves were behind the counter, in little waiter and waitress outfits. Hermione was not impressed. But, then again, neither was Harry.
"Harry, did you ask them to do this?" she asked, her face set into a tight grimace.
"Actually, this is as much of a surprise for you as it is for me."
"What do you mean?"
"I was requiring a kitchen and dining room table, and I was going to cook, but I never even knew about this."
"Are you saying someone knows about u-"
"HARRY POTTER, SIR!" screamed a little voice that was running at him. Harry looked down to see Dobby throw himself at Harry's knees at a surprising speed. Dobby's arms came around his knees, and Harry staggered into Hermione's direction, who grabbed his shoulders to help keep him up.
"In hindsight, I should have expected that, considering where there is house-elves and me, he's there as well."
Hermione laughed at it, but knowing it was the truth, "so, Dobby, how did you know about this?"
"Oh, I was cleaning the room at the time Harry Potter sir came in on Monday, and I couldn't leave without him noticing, so I heard everything, miss."
She nodded her head, but thinking that Dobby was either leaving something out, or lying all together. She was concentrating so hard on it, she didn't even notice Harry pull out a chair for her to sit down. He was already sitting down, and was watching another house elf walk up with two small books in her hands. Hermione sat down, finally remembering what was going on, and not concentrating who or what knew about their relationship.
The house elf handed them their menus, which was the size of a large Muggle children's book. They started flipping through the numerous pages, only to see that every Italian food ever known was on the menu.
The house elf was still standing there, waiting for their drink orders, looking at them with her large eyes bulging out of her head. They both ordered tea, just so she could have something to do.
"Harry, there's something we need to talk about."
"I know, how to break this to the school."
"How did you know that I was thinking about that?"
Harry just smiled. It's true, he had been thinking about it ever since they had gotten together, and he could sense that Hermione was thinking about the same thing.
"What do you think we should do?" Hermione asked him, wondering if he had a plan to leak the information as delicately as possible.
"I say we should do it at the Halloween Dance, because we could actually 'sneak in' unnoticed. And reveal it sometime during the night."
Hermione just grinned at him, shaking her head. She remembered back to when they had first met, on the train in fifth, year, how cruel she had been to Harry and Ron, and now she was their best friend, and Harry's girlfriend. All she could do was smile at that fact.
"Hermione? You okay?"
She snapped out of the memories, "Yes, I was lust remembering how much we've been through. I think that's a great idea."
"Did you have one in mind?"
"Actually, no." she said sheepishly, "I tried to think of it, but then all I could think about was you. I'm glad you can actually focus."
Harry started laughed heartily. The elf came and brought their tea, and asked for their food orders, which appeared on their plates immediately after they had said them.
"You know, I know so much about you, but you've never told me anything about when you were younger. What was it like?"
"What do you mean?"
"Growing up in a town that actually likes you, not having to sleep in a cupboard." When he said those comments, she couldn't help but say 'damn Dursley's' under her breath.
"I never told you because when I saw you, I knew you had been mistreated by your relatives. I didn't want to hurt you at all."
Harry chuckled, "you think that would hurt me?"
"Yes."
"Wow, for the first time, Hermione Granger was wrong." Harry said, a large grin forming on his face. She faked a blush sheepishly, trying to hide her fake shame. Then she grinned widely, giving him a small hint.
"I have been wrong before, you know."
"You have? When?"
"Plenty of times, you just chose to forget them."
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
"Definitely, a good thing. So, what do you want to hear about?" She picked up her fork and tasted the Ziti in front of her, "mmm, this is delicious."
"How about your funniest moment?"
"My funniest moment, huh? Gonna spread it around the school?"
"I would never!" Harry said with mock indignation. Hermione laughed at his expression, torn between humor and surprise.
"Well, alright. You know how my parents are dentists, right?"
"Yeah."
"When I was nine, my parents had to fly to Chicago to meet with a supplier about their contract on cleaning items, and we were going to be there for a week. Now, when we get in, we find out all of our luggage didn't come to Chicago with us. So my dad grabs my hand and has me walk with him to the lost baggage office.
Now, you'd think that if you were in lost baggage, you wouldn't be having a good day, right?"
"No, I guess not."
"Well, to them, it's a happy hour at the local bar. So my dad rings the bell, trying to get someone's attention, and now my mum has come in from looking at all of the conveyor belts to see if they ended up on one of the others. Well, my dad is ringing the bell, trying to get somebody to help us. Finally after a few minutes, some lady staggers up to the counter and says, 'can I help you?'.
My dad replied slowly, just to make sure that her ears were working properly, 'I hope you can, your airline lost our luggage.' And I looked right at this woman, who was as drunk as anybody at a college party."
"How would you know about something like that?"
"Oh, please. There's a college down the street from my house, and I can hear everything from there. And I've seen plenty of people staggering away from them."
"I see." Harry said, still giving her a suspicious stare, yet failing miserably to hold back his laughter.
"Anyway, she looks my dad straight into the eye, and says, 'has your plane landed yet?"
Harry lost control, and his side burst with the power of laughter coming out of him.
"'Mione! That can't be true!"
"It is. I started laughing so hard my mum had to drag me from the office."
"I believe-" Suddenly, his laughter stopped, and he fell off of his chair, screaming in agony.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed, dropping to his side, "what's wrong?"
"My scar! It burns!" Harry said, then his arms dropped, his screaming died out. Harry had fainted, leaving Hermione with him. She heard small footsteps coming from behind her, and Dobby was right next to her in an instant.
"What happened, miss?"
"Dobby, he fainted!" Surprisingly, Dobby kept his composure more than Hermione did. He told Hermione to get Professor Dumbledore, while he used his own magic to levitate Harry to the Hospital Wing.
Unbeknownst to them, Harry didn't feint, something was happening. The link between Harry and Voldemort was closing, and Harry was watching on a horrific sight that would scar him for a long time.
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Draco had started to seize, his body shaking uncontrollably, like the ground during an earthquake. His mouth was foaming, making him look like a rabid wolverine. Ginny was on him in an instant, whispering soothing words into his ear trying to make the seizure stop. Soon after, Draco stopped shaking, the foam went away, but still Draco didn't stand up.
"Get the bitch up." Voldemort said, his voice sounding like a whip cracking through the silence. His mind was on Ginny and Draco, looking at them in utter disgust. Blood traitors, every one of them. Draco, you should have not betrayed your own family by being with this red-haired mudblood lover. Lucius grabbed Ginny by her hair, trying to pull her off of his estranged son.
Ginny was clawing at him, trying to force his hand away by any means possible. She wouldn't let herself be pulled away from Draco, not when he needed her the most. Lucius pulled hard on the large clump that was trapped in his fist. Ginny was whipped backward, landing on her bottom. Lucius dragged her over to the wall, pulled her up, and threw her into it as hard as he could. Her head hit the wall with a violent crack, knocking her out.
"Ginny!"
"Shut up!" Macnair yelled, his right fist connecting with the left side of Ron's face. He looked over at Lucius and grinned. Their hatred with the Weasley family went deeper with them then anyone ever knew. Then Lucius' body started moving in different directions, his mind not controlling his own movements. He spoke, but this time sounding like two voices at the same time.
"Get out! Get out of my mind, P- AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lucius started trying to get his body under control, forcing his right wrist up towards his mouth. After seconds of struggling, he bit his own wrist, sucking it, as if trying to draw a poison from his veins.
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