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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 5: The Check up
Disclaimer: These are so pointless. Shouldn't it be obvious that I ... a) Am not JK Rowling (would I be writing on ff . net if I was? No, I would be in my mansion sending the latest book to my publishers so my millions of fans could faint in pure joy)... b) do not make any money off this (who would pay me?!) and c) am not trying to pose as the creator of Harry Potter. Even attempting it is just ridiculous. Not even an Alzheimer patient would believe that.
Chapter 5 / The Check-Up
Hermione wasn't potions master at the Ministry for nothing. In addition to one year of education in school, she had received extensive guidance from Severus Snape during the time of war. He had taught her as much as he could, and seeing as the student was Hermione, all the knowledge had been soaked up and stored as if it was a treasure. She never did anything half-way, and she had taken on the task of potions brewing with great enthusiasm. Not even the fact that Snape was her mentor put her off it, and in hindsight she was very glad her childish dislike for the man hadn't kept her from taking his offer. She knew he had taught her more than anyone else possibly could, and the fact that she was now highly regarded in the potions environment was partly his doing.
But as explained, Hermione never did anything half-way once she had put her mind to something. And once an idea had entered her mind it would not leave voluntarily. This is why she became mildly obsessed with figuring out whether or not something fishy had been done to alter her life. She knew of a rare potion that had only been used a handful of times throughout history, which altered your perception of the world to the brewers preferences. It was one of the many illegal potions being monitored constantly by the Ministry, and one it would take approximately 6 whole months to brew. The chances of anyone slipping that particular potion into her drink were minuscule, but despite all her knowledge and logic telling her it was ridiculous, she couldn't shake the thoughts.
She spent an entire afternoon buried in the books she had brought, researching the particular potion. When it neared evening she found a spell that would make her completely sure she was not under the influence of it. She did the spell quickly and easily, never having been one to struggle with new additions to her vocabulary of spells. Only afterwards did she check what the reaction was supposed to be, and she frowned when the book told her she would be glowing green tomorrow morning if she was out of danger. She would be glowing green? It sounded like an extremely odd way of controlling, one that she had never encountered, but then again it was a very complex potion, and a potion that hadn't been modernized or modified at all due to its illegal status.
Her eyes flew open the following morning, her mind instantly on the illegal potion she might be inhabiting. She jumped up from her bed, hoping to God or whoever was listening that she was not glowing green. It was completely illogical that she would wantto be contaminated by an illegal potion, but at least it was an explanation for all the weird changes in character and the odd happenings of her life lately.
"Granger, I've fixed the consequences of your childish tantrum the other –"
She squealed when she realised Malfoy was standing in the doorway, and tried to hide herself behind the wardrobe door, despite the fact that she was fully clothed.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?!" she screeched, coming out from behind her hiding place when she remembered she had nothing to cover up. She threw the wardrobe door shut with a loud thud.
The question remained without an answer, because Malfoy was clutching his stomach laughing harder than she had ever seen him laugh. He was starting to wheeze and snap for breath, still howling with the sound so foreign to her ears.
