Forbidden Love - Dramione (ON HOLD)

Chapter 17

(A/N) So hey guys! I can not express how happy I am that this book has reached 1k reads! (Edit: by the time this is up it will probably be more and I'm so happy! *hugs* and naw im too laZ to change it :P) It has been a lifelong dream that I do something like this, and I am very extremely happeh! So this chapter is going to be a bit longer than the others, because I thought I'd give you guys a treat for being so awesome. (Also, I'm not sure if that's how you brew a memory potion, but Harry Potter wiki didn't give me any info so..*shrug*) Anyway, enjoy! :D (PS ITS YEAR TWO NOW) (PSS YEAR TWO US GOING TO BE REALLY SHORT, BECAUSE I HAVE BIG PLANS FOR YEAR THREE!) (PSSS ALSO THIS IS GOING TO BE A MIX POV CHAPPIE TOO!) (Pssss also, you do know you don't have to read all this shit)
~Iresine

Draco
   Stir clockwise until frothy and bright scarlett, then turn heat to low and let simmer for five minutes. Add powdered Mandrake root that is twenty four and a half days old after the crushing. Stir anticlockwise ten times. The potion should turn clear amber. Store and use for memory improvement. Works best within five months.

   I sighed and closed the book. It all seemed pretty complicated to me, but no doubt Hermione would get it done in a day or two.

   It had been two days since the train had took me to Hogwarts for the second time in my life, and I'm still paranoid that she would try to break into my room again to steal the book. Hermione is a Gryffindor after all, known for their bravery.

   The more I thought about it, the more freaked out I got. What if she succeeded in making the potion, with the book or without? What if she found another book? I'm sure theres more than one book about memory potions. What would she think? Would she think I'm mad? What would she feel? Happy? Sad? Angry? Confused? Disgusted?

   All the thoughts whirled around my head, and I squeezed my eyes shut to try to block out everything.

   It didn't work.

   I just gave up and lay back on my pillow, thinking about life.

   I wouldn't know what to do, what to say, how to act, if she ever found out.

   I sat up. I had made a decision. I took the book in my hands. Don't kill me please, Madam Pince.

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   Madam Pince went to her desk later that day, to find a small sack of gold sitting on her desk. Curiously, she took the sack in her hands, and a small slip of paper fell out. It read: To pay for the book. ~DM

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   I silently crept through the corridors, praying that no one would see me, vial in hand. The vial containing her memory. Hermione Granger's memory. The one I took from her.

   Ah...

   There it is.

   I stepped up to the gargoyle, trying to look as Malfoyish as possible, aka haughty. Father would've been proud. "I require entrance to Proffesor Dumbledore's office."

   "Password?"

   Wait....WTF

   "Uhhhh.... Dumbledore is fantastic?"

   The gargoyle remained emotionless.

   "I've got it! Dumbledore is fantastic....ly awesome in teaching stuff!"

   "No."

   "Ugghhh..." Then I spotted a small bowl of Fizzing Whisbees sitting on a small table near the entrance, presumably for the taking. Hmm... "How about I give you this bowl of candy, and you let me in?" I pick up the bowl and wave it under the gargoyle's face temptingly. "Mmm...you know you want it...you know you want it..."