Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

XXIII. Educational Decree Number 17

"So there's no cure?"

"Precisely."

"Bullcrap, there is cure and we will find it!"

"Guys?"

Theo wiggled his bum, pushing Blaise to the opposite wall.

"I admire your optimism Theodore but as you know I am the one who reads a lot! I will know if there's one." Hermione retorts, "Argh whose hand was that?!"

"Sorry."

"Guys?!" another knock.

"Excuse me, you're not the only one who reads here. I'm sure you wouldn't believe the books I've red," Blaise grunted, "Theo stop brushing your leg on my ass!"

"Trust me I don't want to know!" Hermione scoffed.

"Yeah? And what if I told you I read a legend somewhere about the Dionysos Poison and its cure?" Blaise rebuked.

A long pause followed. "Theo your hands please!" Hermione growled.

"Ow sorry,"

"Guys so just you know, I can perfectly hear your conversation outside that broomstick cupboard!" Harry called then the door burst open, sending the three tripping on each others feet.

"Argh motherf--"

"Theodore move!" Hermione pushed her way to the couch. Theo and Blaise followed, all of them fell silent.

"I know I've been poisoned, Dumbledore told us right? You don't have to keep things from me." Harry calmly said, "Oh, hold on there's spider web on your head," he reached a hand to Hermione's top hair.

She looked at his eyes, those emerald green eyes that for the first time in a while were completely free from arrogance. "You'll remember,"

"You think it's better if I do? I've already forgot a huge chunk from my past, do you think they are worthy remembering?" Harry asked, leaning his elbow over his knees.

Theo and Blaise exchanged glances, a part of Hermione was happy that Harry believed they're his best friends. He already forgot them when he woke up.

Dumbledore said that the first persons he will forget are those closest friends, love ones and people who contributed so much in his life. Those who had cause huge impact for whoever he became.

Obviously Hermione was neither of those so no surprise he still remembers her vividly, only that most of the those memories were the ones they shared when she became his girlfriend.

Dumbledore also noted that the side effect of poison causes the person to look for someone to fill their lost memoriae. In Harry's case, it was Hermione. 

That's right, Harry thought that they're still together. Treating each other like what a normal couple does.

The eerie silence broke when the portrait door swung open, bunch of students emerged but soon stopped upon seeing Hermione. "What are you doing here?" Pansy Parkinson shrieked.

Hermione didn't wait for further rude remarks and got on her feet. "I'm about to go,"

That's when Hermione felt a warm hand held her own, Harry propped up and faced the other students. "She's my girlfriend and she's allowed to be here in my permission,"

Hermione went speechless. They began murmuring and others were booing Harrys demand. "And mine," Blaise stepped in front of them, making Hermione feel like an intruder from other tribe who gets protected by leaders of that tribe.

"I'm not a prefect, just a sexy dude but y'all need to get over us before you can touch her." Theo also stood in front of Hermione.

"It was written in the rule book that hopping into other common room is prohibited. No exemptions." Pansy defended, gaining nods of approval from two girls beside her.