Halloween Mix-Up
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Confusion
Halloween Mix-Up
by: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Thirty: Confusion
Hermione didn't know how long she had stayed on top of that tower. It was a peaceful night. The stars were out and beautiful. Tired of crying, she leaned back against the roof tiles and looked up at the sky.
"Beautiful night," a voice commented, startling her.
She sat up to see a man sitting next to her. He was incredibly handsome with shoulder length blonde hair. His upper body was bare, revealing thick, tight muscles. He wore a simple pair of shorts around his waist, thought Hermione wasn't sure if the shorts were actually meant to cover anything. The man reeked of masculinity.
"Excuse me?" she asked, staring at him.
He turned his gaze to her and she was surprised to see a pair of sky blue eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes. "I said, it's a beautiful night," he repeated, though he didn't seem the least bit annoyed.
"Who are you?"
He shrugged. "Depends on who you ask, really. Though, you can call me Agape," he replied.
She blinked. Hermione had always been an intelligent person. "Agape?" she questioned. "Who on Earth would name their child something so horrendous?"
He chuckled. "Apparently, you don't know what Agape means. It's the Greek word for 'love,'" he educated her.
This only confused Hermione even more. "So, your parents named you 'Love'? Why?"
He shrugged nonchalant and looked up at the moon. "Why did your parents name you Hermione?" he asked.
"I didn't tell you my name," she pointed out, starting to get a bit worried. "Who are you really?"
"And they say you're the brightest witch of your age," he snorted. "Think, Hermione. Who do you think I am? Who would name their child 'Agape'?"
Realization dawned on her. "Not Agape," she corrected, not believing the words coming from her mouth. "Eros. You're Eros."
He gave her a genuine smile which would have made even the coldest of hearts melt. "It is a pleasure to meet you, little one," he greeted.
She shook her head. "This isn't possible. I must be dreaming," she told herself, looking away from him.
"Perhaps," he replied, "though, I must say, it is a pleasant dream, wouldn't you agree?"
She snorted, "Oh, yeah. To dream of the god of love. You're the man of the hour right now, did you know that?"
He nodded. "I know a lot of things. I heard your prayer. And I heard your curses. My mother did as well. I must say, she's having a grand old time with all of this. Hadn't had this much fun in centuries," he said, shaking his head.
"Oh, well, I am just so glad I have been able to amuse her!" she bit sarcastically. "Nevermind the fact that I've spent the past two months dealing with guys wanting to have sex with me. Do you know, well of course you know, you're a god, I had sex with a married man? Not to mention the fact that I'm currently sleeping with my teacher and my two best friends."
"One best friend," he corrected. "You aren't currently sleeping with Harry."
She opened her mouth to retort, but then shut it. What he said was true. She wasn't currently sleeping with Harry. But, still. "That doesn't change things. I just confessed to my teacher that I am in love with him. But, I'm in love with Draco as well. Why is this happening to me? Why are you doing this?"
"I'm not doing anything," he pointed out. "Remember, it was my mother's spell, not mine. If anything, I'm trying to help you."
"Help me?" she questioned. "How exactly have you helped me?"
He waved his hand as if it were obvious. "By giving you Valentine's Day," he answered simply.
Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The irony of the entire situation was just too much to comprehend. Here she was, sitting atop the Astronomy Tower, talking to Eros, the god of love.
"So, what do I do?" she asked. "I'm in love with two guys. You're the god of love. Tell me what I need to do. How do I choose?"
He pinched his lips together. "You're only in love with one of those guys, Hermione," he told her. "I think it's a safe bet to say that one of them is your true love. So, you can narrow it down to who you kiss."
"That doesn't help. One of them is going to get hurt," she said.
He shrugged. "Love hurts," he observed. "But they will be fine."
"Is it Severus?" she asked.
"That I cannot tell you," he replied. "It pains me to not tell you. I've actually grown rather fond of you. But, if I were to tell you who your true love was, it would ruin a lot of things. So, I have to keep that to myself. I will say that your true love is either Draco or Severus."
"You're coming to the Valentine's Day dance, aren't you?" she commented, it was an observation, not a question or request.
He smiled. "Of course. I've been wanting to see you in that emerald gown ever since Draco gave it to you. I've already spoken with Dumbledore, so, yes, Psyche and I will be there."
Hermione had a headache. "Today is January twenty-second," she pointed out.
He nodded. "Yes, I know. It's my favourite day of the year."
She chuckled. "Can't imagine why," she retorted. She glanced up at him and, sighing, shook her head. "Gods are confusing."
It was his turn to chuckle. "Yes, but without us, where would you be?" he questioned. "I think I'll head back now. I mostly just wanted to talk to you. Reassure you that everything will turn out well. Don't worry over who you love more, Hermione. Yes, one of them will hurt, but he'll be okay. Love is about sacrifice and it can be painful. But, in the end, it all works out for the best. Good luck, little one."
With that, he disappeared. She stared at the spot he had been for a long moment, wondering if perhaps she had imagined him there. She wasn't really comforted by his words, but she understood what he meant by them. At least her options had been narrowed down to two people.
Draco or Severus... But, which one?
(II) (II)
Severus had forgotten about his paperwork. He stared at the door without moving.
I love you.
The words rang out in his head as though they were a trumpet. They were chanted over and over again.
He had longed to hear those words. To know that someone somewhere loved him. Though, he had denied that for a long time, he found himself unable to deny it anymore. It felt good for someone to love him.
He stood up and stared into his mirror. How could she love him? Why did she love him? Questions plagued his mind. He didn't deserve her or her love. And yet, he felt like a schoolboy again.
Then, another thought crossed his mind. Perhaps the reason she loved him was because of this spell?
That bothered him more than he cared to admit. But, then, it explained a lot, too. Women were known to become more easily attached to people, especially after sex. It was in their genetic make-up.
If that were the case, then he wouldn't be surprised if she loved all of them. Not just him, but Draco, Weasley, Potter, Finnigan, and Lucius as well.
Everything was just so confusing.
Author's Note: Sorry it's such a short chapter, but I wanted to get this out before the "big day." Just to let you know, January 22nd is considered "Eros Day," in which we celebrate Eros. That's why he loves the day so much.
Oh, and: http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m191/tassanaburrfoot/Dramione/hermionesgown.jpg
Imagine that dress, only emerald green. That's the dress that Hermione is wearing to the dance. I got the picture from onlygowns.com. Pretty, isn't it?
by: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Thirty: Confusion
Hermione didn't know how long she had stayed on top of that tower. It was a peaceful night. The stars were out and beautiful. Tired of crying, she leaned back against the roof tiles and looked up at the sky.
"Beautiful night," a voice commented, startling her.
She sat up to see a man sitting next to her. He was incredibly handsome with shoulder length blonde hair. His upper body was bare, revealing thick, tight muscles. He wore a simple pair of shorts around his waist, thought Hermione wasn't sure if the shorts were actually meant to cover anything. The man reeked of masculinity.
"Excuse me?" she asked, staring at him.
He turned his gaze to her and she was surprised to see a pair of sky blue eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes. "I said, it's a beautiful night," he repeated, though he didn't seem the least bit annoyed.
"Who are you?"
He shrugged. "Depends on who you ask, really. Though, you can call me Agape," he replied.
She blinked. Hermione had always been an intelligent person. "Agape?" she questioned. "Who on Earth would name their child something so horrendous?"
He chuckled. "Apparently, you don't know what Agape means. It's the Greek word for 'love,'" he educated her.
This only confused Hermione even more. "So, your parents named you 'Love'? Why?"
He shrugged nonchalant and looked up at the moon. "Why did your parents name you Hermione?" he asked.
"I didn't tell you my name," she pointed out, starting to get a bit worried. "Who are you really?"
"And they say you're the brightest witch of your age," he snorted. "Think, Hermione. Who do you think I am? Who would name their child 'Agape'?"
Realization dawned on her. "Not Agape," she corrected, not believing the words coming from her mouth. "Eros. You're Eros."
He gave her a genuine smile which would have made even the coldest of hearts melt. "It is a pleasure to meet you, little one," he greeted.
She shook her head. "This isn't possible. I must be dreaming," she told herself, looking away from him.
"Perhaps," he replied, "though, I must say, it is a pleasant dream, wouldn't you agree?"
She snorted, "Oh, yeah. To dream of the god of love. You're the man of the hour right now, did you know that?"
He nodded. "I know a lot of things. I heard your prayer. And I heard your curses. My mother did as well. I must say, she's having a grand old time with all of this. Hadn't had this much fun in centuries," he said, shaking his head.
"Oh, well, I am just so glad I have been able to amuse her!" she bit sarcastically. "Nevermind the fact that I've spent the past two months dealing with guys wanting to have sex with me. Do you know, well of course you know, you're a god, I had sex with a married man? Not to mention the fact that I'm currently sleeping with my teacher and my two best friends."
"One best friend," he corrected. "You aren't currently sleeping with Harry."
She opened her mouth to retort, but then shut it. What he said was true. She wasn't currently sleeping with Harry. But, still. "That doesn't change things. I just confessed to my teacher that I am in love with him. But, I'm in love with Draco as well. Why is this happening to me? Why are you doing this?"
"I'm not doing anything," he pointed out. "Remember, it was my mother's spell, not mine. If anything, I'm trying to help you."
"Help me?" she questioned. "How exactly have you helped me?"
He waved his hand as if it were obvious. "By giving you Valentine's Day," he answered simply.
Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The irony of the entire situation was just too much to comprehend. Here she was, sitting atop the Astronomy Tower, talking to Eros, the god of love.
"So, what do I do?" she asked. "I'm in love with two guys. You're the god of love. Tell me what I need to do. How do I choose?"
He pinched his lips together. "You're only in love with one of those guys, Hermione," he told her. "I think it's a safe bet to say that one of them is your true love. So, you can narrow it down to who you kiss."
"That doesn't help. One of them is going to get hurt," she said.
He shrugged. "Love hurts," he observed. "But they will be fine."
"Is it Severus?" she asked.
"That I cannot tell you," he replied. "It pains me to not tell you. I've actually grown rather fond of you. But, if I were to tell you who your true love was, it would ruin a lot of things. So, I have to keep that to myself. I will say that your true love is either Draco or Severus."
"You're coming to the Valentine's Day dance, aren't you?" she commented, it was an observation, not a question or request.
He smiled. "Of course. I've been wanting to see you in that emerald gown ever since Draco gave it to you. I've already spoken with Dumbledore, so, yes, Psyche and I will be there."
Hermione had a headache. "Today is January twenty-second," she pointed out.
He nodded. "Yes, I know. It's my favourite day of the year."
She chuckled. "Can't imagine why," she retorted. She glanced up at him and, sighing, shook her head. "Gods are confusing."
It was his turn to chuckle. "Yes, but without us, where would you be?" he questioned. "I think I'll head back now. I mostly just wanted to talk to you. Reassure you that everything will turn out well. Don't worry over who you love more, Hermione. Yes, one of them will hurt, but he'll be okay. Love is about sacrifice and it can be painful. But, in the end, it all works out for the best. Good luck, little one."
With that, he disappeared. She stared at the spot he had been for a long moment, wondering if perhaps she had imagined him there. She wasn't really comforted by his words, but she understood what he meant by them. At least her options had been narrowed down to two people.
Draco or Severus... But, which one?
(II) (II)
Severus had forgotten about his paperwork. He stared at the door without moving.
I love you.
The words rang out in his head as though they were a trumpet. They were chanted over and over again.
He had longed to hear those words. To know that someone somewhere loved him. Though, he had denied that for a long time, he found himself unable to deny it anymore. It felt good for someone to love him.
He stood up and stared into his mirror. How could she love him? Why did she love him? Questions plagued his mind. He didn't deserve her or her love. And yet, he felt like a schoolboy again.
Then, another thought crossed his mind. Perhaps the reason she loved him was because of this spell?
That bothered him more than he cared to admit. But, then, it explained a lot, too. Women were known to become more easily attached to people, especially after sex. It was in their genetic make-up.
If that were the case, then he wouldn't be surprised if she loved all of them. Not just him, but Draco, Weasley, Potter, Finnigan, and Lucius as well.
Everything was just so confusing.
Author's Note: Sorry it's such a short chapter, but I wanted to get this out before the "big day." Just to let you know, January 22nd is considered "Eros Day," in which we celebrate Eros. That's why he loves the day so much.
Oh, and: http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m191/tassanaburrfoot/Dramione/hermionesgown.jpg
Imagine that dress, only emerald green. That's the dress that Hermione is wearing to the dance. I got the picture from onlygowns.com. Pretty, isn't it?