Butterfly Kisses

~* Butterfly Kisses *~

- When Glances Turn to Romances -

Tuesday, Hermione had waked up. She noticed it was quiet. She couldn’t open her eyes. She was too sleepy to open them. She walked lazily to the bathroom. After a she have done her bath. She had the strength to open her eyes when she rubbed them. She saw a bright light, maybe from the window. After rubbing her eyes, she looked at the bright light.

“Oh my gosh!” Yes, it was noon, about 10:30 or so. She was very late, very late because it was noon, very late because of her crying into sleep. Her eyes were shut as she had wakened up. As if she was still asleep but could feel all of her body. She can feel her feet lifting her to the bathroom. And as she had wakened up, she realized that she was late.

“Ack! What am I supposed to do?” she mouthed. “I’m late!”

She walked to her bed and grabbed a book to let the time pass. She already knows the lesson for today so she studied the topics.

“I let time pass! I’m gonna read,” she said.

“I wish time wouldn’t be so quick!”

Time. It kept echoing in her mind. Time, time, time. It wouldn’t stop. She lay in different directions as the word time bounce up and down in her head.

“Argh! Time, time, time, time, time, turn--” Hermione widened her eyes. “Yes! Time turner! I’ll use it to keep track of time! I’m gonna go back,” she grabbed the time turner from her closet and then spoke:

“Erm—it’s Eleven O’ One, I’ll go back—erm—about four hours—do the math!” Hermione took four turns from the time turner and then:

* FLASH! *

White light cleared all that can be seen. Then before she knew it, she was lying on her bed. The other girls are still sleeping. She looked at her watch.

“Seven O’ One in the morning, perfect,” She grabbed her bath towel and then hurried to the bathroom.

She bathe and then when she got out of the bathroom, she saw the other girls falling in line.

“Good morning, Lavender!” she greeted at Lavender Brown. Lavender smiled at Hermione as she flung her towel to her shoulder.

She walked to her closet and got out her lip-gloss. She brushed a little bit on her bottom lip and she spread it evenly with her top lip. Then she got her perfume and sprayed it all over her body. After that she picked up her hand mirror to see if everything is all right. When she is done, she rushed to grab her bag and then hurried out through the door to the common room.

“Bye, girls!” she waved at the girls falling in line and then she opened to door. She walked down the staircase and sat down on a couch in front of the fire waiting for Harry and Ron.

After fifteen minutes, she heard laughing through the corridor of the boys’ dormitory. Harry and Ron got out laughing their bums out.

Harry was with Ron, Seamus, and Neville. They, too, were laughing as hard as y.
y.

“Erm—I think I should go. I don’t want to be late,” she stood up from the couch and grabbed her bag. She waved goodbye and darted off to the portrait.

She went pass other students in the way to the Great Hall. Draco passed her by but the two ignored each other. They forced their eyes from looking at each other. Then Draco raised an eyebrow at Hermione. After the pass, Hermione looked down. She hugged her bag tight. Then she thought:


I have to forget him.

We are through.

Time pulled us apart.

I have to move on.

He has to move on

And I think he did.

We must continue on with our own lives.

We must realize,

Good things have to end.

I must settle this as gone.

We are ended by selfishness of a girl.

Life is, but, a game.

Love is a game.

This is done.

We were torn apart

The one person I truly loved.

…

Is gone.

She thought it was hard to move on. She forgot about that in a while when she went to the Great Hall. She sat at the nearest chair at the Gryffindor table. She looked at her bowl and she saw her reflection. She stared at the bowl for so long. Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Neville arrived. They took seats close to each other. Ron sat beside Hermione and saw her staring at her plate.

“Erm—‘Mione--nothing will happen to you or your bowl if you keep staringit,”it,” Ron said with hilarity. Neville snorted a laugh and grabbed his spoon ready to get the pitcher of milk and the huge cereal bowl from the table.

“Here,” Ron served Hermione and poured cereal and milk in her bowl. Hermione just smiled at Ron and Harry stared at the two.

“Thanks, Ron,” she said as she grabbed her spoon. She scooped out a cereal floating in the milk and ate it.

Then she reached for her goblet and she filled it with milk.

“Want some toast?” Ron asked in a concerned way.

“Erm—no--thank you, Wonnikiens,” she said as she fluttered her eyelashes while she looked at Ron. Ron just quieted up. Harry snorted out a laugh. And Seamus giggled.

“Ha-ha!” Ron sarcastically said.

They continued to eat until it was time for Hermione to go their first class, Herbology.

“Well, I have to go, bye Harry, Neville, Seamus, and Wonnikiens.

“Bye,” the three mutually said.

Hermione hurriedly ran out of the Great Hall. Before she knew it…

* THUD! *

She accidentally bumped at Draco at the door when she ran out after opening it. They did not recognize each other when they bumped.

“Ouch!” the two said at the same time.

“Will, you watch where you’re going?” they said, at the same time, yet, again. They opened their eyes. The two saw each other surprisingly.

“Erm--”

“Uhm--”

“Well--”

“S-sorry,” Hermione muttered as she rubbed her forehead.

“Erm—I-I’m the one who was supposed to s-say that,” Draco replied as Hermione was picking up his things that fell, not looking at Hermione. “Can—can I help?” Draco asked.

“No, I-it’s fine,” she answered but Draco seemed to ignore her. He crouched down to Hermione to help her pick up her things “T- “T-thank you,” she bid as she stood up.

Draco just smiled at Hermione and then entered the Great Hall

Hermione continued to walk to the greenhouses. When she had arrived, she stood in front of the tall flower box, which is aligned, for student use.

“Why, you’re too early, dear,” Professor Sprout exclaimed. “Do you want to go out of the greenhouse first? Or are you missing your friends’ walks just to get here this early?” she asked in a concern way.

“No, professor, I’m alright,” she answered briefly.

“In that case, twenty points for Gryffindor,” she said. Hermione just smiled. She looked at her watch. It was only eight twenty-four. She thought to herself, ‘What if I hadn’t used the time turner? Then Gryffindor don’t have twenty points. And this is all I would miss. Talking to Draco, and all.’ She whispered assuredly that professor Sprout wouldn’t hear.

After Fifteen minutes or so, Lavender, Parvati, and Padma entered the greenhouse. Hermione smiled at the three.

Then Twenty minutes passed, the greenhouse was half-filled. When the last student came, which is Draco Malfoy, the classes started.

“Well, let me start our lessons for today. We are going to take up a byffidus. Does anyone know what a byffidus is?” as usual, Hermione raised her hands.

“Yes, miss Granger,” Professor Sprout called.

“Well, a Byffidus is a plant which is used with a Bubotuber pus. This is used as a chemical to lessen the explosion of the certain pus. This can be found in the northern and southern part of Britain and London. Although this is odorless, when mixed with other unwanted ingredient without the right partner, it will give off an unwanted smell. Meaning, this is not right. This is very sensitive. When picking from certain lands, you must find the right density of thil til to be removed. If not, this will wilt easily. Even in the northern and southern part of Britain and London, this is very rare. Only eight percent of its population grows this plant. This is also used for decoration in pots or a wide flower box. The wider, the better,” Exclaimed Hermione.

“Very good! Ten points to Gryffindor!” Sprout shouted. Hermione sat down; she noticed that Draco Malfoy was staring at her for the last twenty minutes. “Okay, I want all of you to walk in front of the long flower box. Those purple leaves are the Byffidus. They are now ripe. A ripe Byffidus must be two feet in soil density. Now, before touching its leaves, you must first dig up until there is a two feet under. You can get a trowel in that cabinet,”

The class started to dig for their lives. Draco Malfoy was the first to dig his two feet. And Sprout gave him ten points. The second one is Harry, followed by Armand Alejo, a Slytherin student.

The classes continued. After an hour, Hermione walked out of the room. Harry and Ron soon followed her.

“’Mione! Wait up!” Ron shouted on the corridors. Hermione stopped to wait for Ron and Harry ran to her after the Herbology class.

“What will be the next class?” Ron asked.

“Well, we’ll have Potions next,” she checked.

“Oh, great! Another encounter with that slimy haired, huge nosed--” before Ron could say another, they heard a very cold voice from their back.

“Good morning, Mister Potter,” it was Snape. “Presume that you wouldn’t be talking about me--” Ron cut him off.

“No, professor,” he forced out a smile.

“Why? Mister Weasley, Congratulations in being the new Keeper. I’m impressed. I supposed people like you have the guts to even play Quidditch,” he raised an eyebrow at Ron. Ron just looked down.

Hermione looked at her back. She saw Malfoy and his two pets. Draco was staring at her. When she looked back at Snape, Snape was looking at her.

“Erm--” continued Ron. Snape did not listen to another word Ron will say. Instead, he just walked out.

“Oh, Ron! Next time, would you please watch your bloody language! That mouth is gonna get us into trouble!” Hermione said in an irritated sort of way.

Hermione darted off to the dungeons to the Potions class.


* * *


“Crabbe! Goyle!” Malfoy shouted at his two huge friends. “Hurry up!” he said in a boisterous way. When he walked out of the greenhouse, he saw Harry, Ron and Hermione talking to Professor Snape. Hermione looked at Malfoy and Malfoy looked at Hermione. When he caught her eye, Hermione looked back at Snape. He saw Snape staring frantically at Hermione.

Draco walked to the dungeons. He turned in several directions. In his turn he suddenly

* THUD! *

He bumped at Millicent Bullstrode. He just ignored her and he walked away massaging his forehead. He heard Millicent squealed out, ‘I’m sorry’ at his back. But he just ignored her. He avoided her eyes and walked away.

He continued to walk to the dungeons. It was not such a challenge for him to enter the right door to Snape’s class because his common room is located in the dungeons. There is numerous numbers of doors in the dungeons; ingredient closets are mostly behind each, because other ingredients are not meant to be with a certain ingredient.

When he reached the class, he noticed there were few people inside. It was only Snape, Kyle Kinnison, Ivy Jeans, Andreas Marquez and Issyl Ishikawa.

“Maybe the others were lost,” he muttered to himself and he laughed coldly. She glared at Andreas when he saw him stare at himself. He sat at the front row of the class trying to get Snape’s attention. Snape was writing something he thought he didn’t want to know.

After a few minutes, Hermione, Harry, and Ron came in. Draco looked reluctantly at Hermione as they sat in their seats trying to be as quiet as possible. A few minutes passed again, Lavender, Parvati, and Padma followed them. The room was half-filled, Snape looked at the class, he was not happy.

“Where are the other students?” he roared. The class jumped. “Well?” he asked again.

“W-well,” Hermione started. Snape tilted his head to her direction.

“Well, Miss Granger?” he questioned in an unmannered way.

“W-well, s-sir, I think they are l-lost,” she thought. She stood up slowly.

“Lost?” he muttered. “Lost, miss Ganger?” he asked. Hermione looked down while twitching her fingers. Draco snorted a laugh.

“Erm—p-professor, I-its just that, this—this c-classroom is—is so—confusing,” she blurted out this word in a way anyone cannot understand.

“What in the bloody wizard world did you say?” he asked furiously. He seemed to understand what Hermione said.

“Erm--”

“Well, miss Granger, ten points from Gryffindor for serious lack of judgment!” he roared. Draco snorted a laugh again but even more loudly. Hermione looked at him in a childlike look.

When the last student came in, which was in Ravenclaw, Snape roared a ‘ten points from Ravenclaw’. In the other hand, the new Ravenclaw students weren’t too pleased. After ten seconds of silence because of Snape, he started to float. He floated to the air.

“Whoa--” he roared. “Who is doing th—whoa—who is doing this?” he barked in uncontrolled way.

When the students started to look at each other as if finding who is doing the unknown spell, they saw Issyl in a furious face. She wasn’t doing anything but they were sure she was responsible of it.

Snape was hurt while floating in the air. As if Issyl is doing a Cruciatus curse to him. Everyone looked at Issyl again. She was very heated. Then everyone covered their eyes and some screamed and gasped as a binding white light came upon Snape’s chest. Snape was like asleep or just closed his eyes. He looked like a hangman in the Potions classroom. He was floating about eleven feet off the ground. As the binding white light got even more intense, before anything could be done, Hermione dived herself to Issyl.

“NO!” she shouted and dived at Issyl to stop her. Then without any auxiliary second,

* BLAG! *

Snape fell from ten feet above. He fell to the ground like a lifeless being. He fell without any support from any of his body. He fell rapidly to the floor. And as he fell, Issyl suddenly collapsed. It is like she lost her energy because of the incident. She used her energy to revenge.

“What is happening here?” McGonagall barked, as she slammed to door open. She gasped as she saw Snape lying on the ground unconscious. She turned to Hermione who was supporting Issyl’s back. She took another gasp. “What happened here?” she repeated. She must’ve heard the students’ screams and shouts.

No one could talk. They just stared either at Hermione, Issyl, Snape, McGonagall, or the ground. They don’t know how to tell what really happened. They don’t know how to explain. Then after some second of silence, Madam Pomfrey entered the room. She did what McGonagall did when she entered. It was like mimicking what McGonagall did earlier.

She gasped louder than anyone and then got her self back. She pushed a student out of her way and then carried Issyl to the Hospital wing. Three students, two Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor, carried Snape and followed Madam Pomfrey.

Hermione was about to collapse but she got her strength when Ron hugged her. Draco looked at the two. He pinched his own skin to pour the rage to himself he also bit his lip hard.

“Are you alright?” Ron asked Hermione as he hugged her tighter.

Hermione was like in state of shock. She cannot move. It was like a Basilisk petrified her. Ron wiggled Hermione so that she would be over it.

“C’mon, Hermione,” Harry called but Hermione was still shocked.

He supported Hermione to the common room so that she would rest. He carried her to the dormitory.

Hermione did move but did not speak nor open her lips. She laid on her bed quietly and slept and tilted her head away from Ron and Harry.


* * *


An hour later, Hermione woke up. She was getting ready for the next class. It was now twelve in noon.

“God, I must better be off to the Great Hall, lunch is ready,” she exclaimed.

But before she walked to the door out of the dormitory, she first ran to the bathroom. She washed her face and applied her lip-gloss again.

“I’m ready,” she assured.

Then, she went through the door and headed out the portrait. She ran as fast as she can to the Great Hall. She did not see any students hanging around in the grounds. So she doubled her speed to the Great Hall.

“At—last!” she panted.

She was tired. Sweat was running down her forehead. However, before she entered, she grabbed her handkerchief and wiped her perspiration off her forehead, neck and in the bottom of her nose. The next thing she did is she applied face powder to make her face firm. Then she entered. Everyone looked at her as she walked in, as thought as if an unwanted person entered. Everybody sat in silence. Like in a minute they were as noisy as a monkey that got out of his cage, then the next, silence. As if their voices were taken out of their throats. Even the teachers and Professor Dumbledore was dumbstruck.

She walked silently to the seat beside Harry and Ron. She avoided everyone’s eyes.

“Hi,” she greeted a voice that is hardly audible while she sat.

Harry just smiled at her and she smiled back.

She did not like the feeling of having everyone’s attention to her. Even Draco is staring at her.

“Why? Being so quiet in this time of the day is not favorable. Go on! Eat your breakfast! But uickuick! Your first class will start soon,” Dumbledore said in a voice of glee that Hermione liked in relief. Dumbledore assumed that because he noticed Hermione wasn’t too pleased having everyone’s eyes on her. Hermione looked at Dumbledore in a ‘thank-you’ sort of manner.

After Dumbledore’s prudent speech, each student broke the silence and continued with their meal. But it was that soon that the bell rang. Everyone walked to the door of the Great Hall except for Hermione. She noticed that Issyl was staring to the ground not moving an inch as everybody walked out. Later on, it was the only two of them left in the Great Hall. Hermione walked at Issyl.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Issyl remained silent.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione repeated.

Issyl did not move an inch.

Hermione thought that it was best to leave her alone. Therefore, she walked to the door out of the Great Hall. But before she could open it, Issyl spoke.

“Thank you,” Issyl said in a muffled voice.

“I beg your pardon?” Hermione didn’t hear her so she had to ask again. “I beg your pardon?” she repeated as she walked towards Issyl.

“Thank you,” Issyl said as her voice grew higher.

“Oh, for what happened yesterday? No problem,” she said instinctively.

“No,”

“What?”

“No, I won’t forget it. I almost got him killed. Thanks for diving into me. For that, my expulsion rate lowered,” she said as she looked down.

“You’re welcome,” Hermione assumed. “Now, we better be going to Transfiguration, in case you ought to know,” she smiled. Issyl smiled back.


* * *


In Transfiguration, Issyl and Hermione sat beside each other.

“Now, listen up,” Professor McGonagall called everyone.
“Our first lesson will be on how to transfigure humans to another form, besides being an animal. Each of you will stand in front of each other’s partners. And pick the one to be transfigured first,” she explained.

“I wanna be the one to be transformed,” Issyl volunteered.

“Okay,” Hermione replied.

“When everyone of you had picked the first to be transfigured, say this word with me, ‘Verwandelin’ get it?” professor McGonagall repeated the word until everyone pronounces it right.

“Ver-waen-de-line,” Neville muffled.

“It’s Ver-wan-de-lin Mister Longbottom not ‘Ver-waen-de-line!” barked McGonagall.

“Okay, now that everyone is ready, you may take out your wands and replicat shi shift,” the professor said as she flicked her wand to the air chanting ‘Verwandeln’.

The students mimicked professor McGonagall as they were told so.

“Perfect,” she muttered utterly. “Well, you may face your partners now. At this moment, after saying ‘Verwandeln, add the object your partner would like to be.

“I wanna be a book, Hermione,” Issyl whispered in a hardly audible voice.

Hermione smiled in retu
“
“You may turn your partners to their desired object in the count of three,” McGonagall exclaimed. “One…two...three!” In the count of three, the spell and the desired object, at the same time, objects fell from the air.

“Very good! Very good!” professor McGonagall clapped her hands. “

The class continued until everyone has learned half of the facts of the Verwandeln.


* * *


“Erm—miss Ishikawa, May I have a word with you for a moment?” McGonagall called when Issyl was about to get out of the classroom.

“Y-yes, Professor, certainly,” she replied. “Go on, Hermione, I’ll meet you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom,” she insisted.

“Oh, okay, bye,” Hermione walked out of the classroom.

“Erm—what do you want to say to me, p-professor?” she asked. Their discussion continued.


* * *

“Our first lesson will be on how to transfigure humans to another form, besides being an animal. Each of you will stand in front of each other’s partners. And pick the one to be transfiguredst,”st,” she explained.

“I wanna be the one to be transformed,” Issyl volunteered.

“Okay,” Hermione replied.

“When everyone of you had picked the first to be transfigured, say this word with me, ‘Verwandelin’ get it?” professor McGonagall repeated the word until everyone pronounces it right.

“Ver-waen-de-line,” Neville muffled.

“It’s Ver-wan-de-lin Mister Longbottom not ‘Ver-waen-de-line!” barked McGonagall.

“Okay, now that everyone is ready, you may take out your w and and replicate my shift,” the professor said as she flicked her wand to the air chanting ‘Verwandeln’.

The students mimicked professor McGonagall as they were told so.

“Perfect,” she muttered utterly. “Well, you may face your partners now. At this moment, after saying ‘Verwandeln, add the object your partner would like to be.

“I wanna be a book, Hermione,” Issyl whispered in a hardly audible voice.

Hermione smiled in return.

“You may turn your partners to their desired object in the count of three,” McGonagall exclaimed. “One…two...three!” In the count of thrthe the spell and the desired object, at the same time, objects fell from the air.

“Very good! Very good!” professor McGonagall clapped her hands. “

The class continued until everyone has learned half of the facts of the Verwandeln.


* * *


“Erm—miss Ishikawa, May I have a word with you for a moment?” McGonagall called when Issyl was about to get out of the classroom.

“Y-yes, Professor, certainly,” she replied. “Go on, Hermione, I’ll meet you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom,” she insisted.

“Oh, okay, bye,” Hermione walked out of the classroom.

“Erm—what do you want to say to me, p-professor?” she asked. Their discussion continued.


* * *

After the Defense against the dark arts, Hermione went straight to the Gryffindor common room. When she walketo ato a winding corridor,

* THUD! *

She bumped at Draco Malfoy. “Ouch!” The boy hollered coldly which is heard up to the end of the winding corridor.

“Aaaaarrrggghhhhh!!” she yelled as her books dropped down.

“Why? I thought so. What are you up to now, mudblood? Being so quick and hasty makes students think you’re up to something.\"

“It is none of your bloody business, Malfoy!” she said in an instant voice.

“Hmf!” he said as he arched an eyebrow. Hermione ignored him and continued to pick her books.

“A Slytherin prefect like you has no right to get into other prefect’s bloody business.” She said as she picked her last book on the ground. Her stray curl fell to her eyes and as it did, Hermione put down her other books to slip it on her ear. She sticks her nose in the air and walks out.

When Draco saw how she moved her head gracefully up the air, he didn’t realize that he was staring anxiously at her. He thought of her graceful moves and it was like a film was playing in his head. He saw Hermione enter the Flourish and Blotts with her parents. He realized of her moves, how it captures his sight. How it was graceful enough for everyone to see. He shook his head hastily and got back in the future. He sighed again and walked out.

* * *

As he continued to walk to his common room, he can\'t help to think of what he saw at the glance of Hermione. She swayed her hair slenderly on the air. He looks gracefully at other people. He can\'t help to think that his image of Hermione is no other people can think. His reason why they had started a relationship last year. He saw a new image of Hermione. It was like another person but in one body. It was like...

...Love

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