Love Potion Number Five

Disclaimer: A poem:

Higgledy piggledy puff,
this here’s the legal fluff.
Alakazam, thank you ma’am,
don’t sue and take all my stuff!
(‘Cause I ain’t got any!)

The End.







Wouldn’t that be funny if that was all there was? Ok, so I’m being silly. Here goes ‘nuthin!



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Sighing inwardly, Draco settled into one of the two chairs placed before the Headmaster’s
desk. He watched from the corner of his eyes as Hermione arranged the skirts under her
school robes so as not to flash any thigh. Oh yes, prim and proper was this school term’s
Head Girl. He slouched into the semi-overstuffed chair, and forced himself to look at least
mostly attentive to what Dumbledore was saying.

“So, Head Boy and Girl. What a surprise, who would’ve thought?” The ever-present twinkle
in his eye showed that he was thoroughly enjoying both of their discomfort. “Well, I
suppose you’re wondering why I called you up here. As Head Boy and Girl, it is your job to
arrange several activities throughout the year, including but not limited to an All Hallows Eve,
Yule, Valentines, and Graduation ball. Also, it is your duty to select the dates and number
of Hogsmead visits allotted this year, and to do your utmost to promote inter-house
relations. Last but not least, it is your jobs to help your fellow students with questions,
problems, and the like.”

Draco muffled a groan at the thought of annoying first and second years coming to him for
homework help, homesickness, and all the rest of the issues the younger students seemed
to come across. It wasn’t until Dumbledore mentioned a private suite that his attention was
drawn back into what the Headmaster was saying.

“… private suites are currently being made ready.” Dumbledore must have noticed his
sudden look of interest, for he paused. “Yes, Mr. Malfoy?”

“Err, nothing sir. Please, continue.” Draco flushed slightly, and scowled to himself as he saw
Hermione trying not to look at him. He resolutely listened to the rest of Dumbledore’s speech.

“Well, as I was saying, you each have a common room connecting your private suites, as well
as a Head’s bathroom. I think you’ll find both satisfactory, and I suggest you make your way
to them, big day tomorrow what with classes starting! I’ll look forward to your suggestions for
Hogsmead weekends at the first Prefect meeting next Sunday, as well as your first plans for
the Hallows Eve ball. Good night!” And with that, Dumbledore propped his chin on his fist, and
began to snore, while his pointed hat slipped lower and lower down his face, finally coming to
rest on the bridge of his long, crooked nose.

Draco got to his feet and strode to the door, automatically holding it open for Hermione as
she walked behind him. She murmured a startled “Thank you!” and he frowned, realizing he’d
held open the door for the mudblood. They rode down the slowly revolving stone staircase in
silence, and he motioned for her to precede him through the arch formed between the two
guardian gargoyles. Wrapped in his own thoughts, it wasn’t until they’d reached the portrait of
the great wizard Merlin that he realized he’d not only held open the door for Hermione, but
walked the whole way with her to the entrance to their common room.

Hermione had given the password to open the portrait hole, “Centrifugal Force!” and seemed
to be waiting for Draco to say or do something.

“Oh, you go ahead. I’ve err, got to go to the dungeons to have a quick word with Snape.” He
hurried off in the direction of the Great Hall, lost in his own thoughts once more.



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Shaking her head in confusion, Hermione slipped behind the portrait, and gasped when she
passed into the Head’s common room. The room was done in the shared colors of Gryffindor
and Slytherin, though somehow it managed to look less like a flashy Holiday card with the
Maroon, Green, Silver, and Gold, and more like one of the elegant presidential suites that she
and her family had stayed in on a Dental Conference in the States the summer before.

The plush, forest green carpet was so thick that her feet literally sunk into it, nearly to her
ankles. Kicking off her shoes, she glided over the soft carpeting to one of the stuffed silver
arm chairs next to the cheerily crackling fireplace. She pushed one of the gold throw pillows to
the floor as she climbed onto the comfortable chair, and stared into the fire, biting her lip.

She let her thoughts wander back over the last two hours, as well as Malfoy’s slightly odd
behavior. Not once in the six years she had known the blonde boy had he once accompanied
her anywhere without at least one taunt or malicious remark, and yet the entire way from
Dumbledore’s office to the portrait guarding their rooms, he’d walked quietly beside her. He’d
held open the door as they left the Headmaster’s, and he’d looked as surprised as she felt
when he realized what he was doing.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione rose to her feet, and trailed her fingers over the elegant
maroon walls to the door with Gryffindor’s crest centered over the gold trim at the top. Placing
her hand upon the knob, she felt a slight tingle, and she pushed open the door. She stepped
inside, and couldn’t help but let out a soft squeal of glee at the extravagant room.

In the center was a large maroon bed with pillows sown in gold thread. The canopy and bed
draperies were the same gold as the pillows, and the same thick, delightfully soft carpeting
from the common room also covered the bedroom, from wall to wall. However, instead of the
green, hers was a deep red in color, like spun rubies. The walls were done in a
matching garnet, with the gold trim just like the walls of the common room.

Settling into one of her own gold chairs by the slightly smaller fireplace in her wall, she idly
wished it were more like the silver chair she’d cuddled in earlier. She closed here eyes for a
moment, and a soft vibrating sensation coursed through her body. Stifling a gasp, she
opened her eyes, and gazed down at the silver armrest beneath her long, slender fingers.
Grinning with delight, she wrapped her arms around one of the fuzzy golden pillows that had
been pressed beneath her knee, and turned her beaming smile on the room.

Hermione got to her feet and began to explore the room in earnest. Behind one door she
found a large walk in closet, complete with rotating closet hangers. Over the last few years,
she’d begun to collect more and more cloths as her body filled itself out, and was now the
proud owner of quite a collection of flattering blouses, lacey bras, and satiny lingerie sets of
all colors. Ginny had teased her at first, but Hermione had calmly explained that though she
was a book worm, she also was a girl, and was allowed to take pride in her appearance and
to enjoy the cloths she wore, was she not? Ginny had nodded solemnly, and promptly asked
to borrow one of the sweater and skirt sets she’d seen in Hermione’s trunk. Now all her
clothing was arrayed neatly inside the closet, including her rather large selection of shoes.

Behind yet another door was a little vanity room, complete with mirror, lacy stool, makeup
counter, and reclining couch. Momentarily she wondered what Draco’s rooms looked like,
before stepping through the door on the far side of the vanity room.

This time, the door opened on one of the most extravagant bathing rooms she’d ever laid
eyes on. A bathtub large enough to do laps in was set into the marble tiled floor, and along
with the hundred or so taps she’d become familiar with from the Prefect’s bathroom, were
another fifty or so that she’d never seen before. Along the far wall were two marble sinks
with golden faucets, as well as one very large, ornate silver mirror. To Hermione’s left was a
glass shower, large enough for four people at once.

Unbidden on the edge of that thought came another; a visual of herself in that shower with
another. The only thing visible through the steam from the water was a well manicured hand,
one finger tracing a circle around the nipple on her left breast…

Blushing furiously, Hermione shoved the image into the recesses of her mind, and quickly
strode across the bathing room to the door directly opposite her own. This time however,
when she tried to open the door, a small shock coursed through her palm, slightly numbing
her arm.

“Oh… I guess… that’s Malfoy’s rooms then…” She turned quickly on her heel, and made her
way back into her bedroom, determinedly dressing for bed, and trying to keep the picture
from the bathroom thoroughly out of her mind, as she tried to fall asleep.



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Author’s Note: Elmo, in reguards to your question in your review, Hermione
and Draco are going to be my main focal point, but I fully intend to keep Harry,
Ginny, and Ron in there too.

You\'ll get glimpses into the happenings between all of them, though after the main
plot has been established, you\'ll tend to get mostly Hermione and Draco.

Hope it\'s not getting too confusing yet. I\'m still going to be switching PoV\'s now and then,
but hopefully not more than 2ish times per chapter, so that it\'ll be a little -less-
confusing. I had someone remark via aim that she was having a slightly tough time
following some of the view changes in the first chapter. So, we\'ll see how this goes, and
go from there.

Anyway. In this chapter we see that Hermione\'s a bit more of a \"girly girl\" ever since the
Yule Ball, 4th year. I bet she\'s got more cloths and shoes than I do! Though I guess
that\'s not difficult seeing as I don\'t exactly own all that much anymore... So, I digress.

You also get a little insight into Draco for the first time in this chapter. Not much, but
never fear, there will be lots more! And I suppose that\'s all for now. Any more opinions
or thoughts or questions would be highly appreciated. Thanks guys, and enjoy your day!