//Professor Slughorn watched the students file into the classroom. "Okay students! We will be revisiting one of your sixth year lessons, Amortentia. This particular potion will take 9 days to brew and you and your assigned partner will make the potion, write down what you smell, and write a 17in essay on the effects of a love potion and the consequences of unrequited love.
Hermione listened intently as Slughorn read out the list of partners.
"Mr. Nott and Ms. Weasley," Ginny groaned, "of all the boys in the class it just HAD to be him!" she hissed to Hermione. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ginny's antics.
"Mr. Zabini and Ms. Lovegood,
Mr. Weasley and Ms. Brown,
Mr. Potter and Ms. Greengrass," Harry scowled but said nothing.
"Mr. Longbottom and Ms. Parkinson," Neville paled considerably, Hermione reached over and gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze. Hermione zoned out only slightly listening for her name.
"Mr. Finnigan and Ms. Bulstrode,
And finally, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger." Hermione was definitely listening now. Of all the people there it HAD to be malfoy, the stuck up git who called her that awful word and made it his mission to bother her, Ron and Harry. Hermione dropped her head onto the table. There was no way she was going to argue with a teacher, no matter the circumstance. Ginny flashed her a sympathetic smile and made her way to sit next to Nott, forcing Malfoy to sit next to Hermione. Malfoy unpacked his things and turned to the disgruntled gryffindor beside him.
"Granger, as much as I hate you and Slughorn for pairing us together, I would like to get a good grade on this, and I propose we call a truce. As long as we're working together, we're civil."
Hermione sighed. "Fine, We work civilly and complete this project. When it's over, we go back to before."
Malfoy smirked and began the potion.//
Draco looked down at the girl he had grown to love. His stomach growled with hunger, but her took no notice and started to drift off when,
"Draco Lucius Malfoy! You get out here right this instant and eat!" Pansy shrieked, storming up the large staircase, magic cracking dangerously in the surrounding air. She kicked open Hermione's door and grabbed Draco by the ear, much like a mother, and promptly dragged him all the way to one of the dining rooms. Harry, Luna, Ginny, and Blaise watched humorously as Pansy dragged Draco to the table. Theo, who had just walked in surveyed the situation, catching sight of his very pissed off girlfriend, he hurriedly walked over and pulled her close, rubbing a comforting hand on her shoulder. She sighed and relaxed into his touch.
"Blaise I hope you don't mind but I contacted Cissa and Tori. They'll be here around three. Tori wants to look at Mia and Cissa is worried about Mr. I'm not eating over here."
Blaise sighed. "That's fine Pans. Harry, Ginny? If you two need to go home and take care of Teddy, you can, and you're always welcome to move into one of the hundreds of spare rooms here too." He offered.
Ginny smiled. "I suppose we'll move here, Teddy's been staying with mum for a while and as much as he loves Marci, I think he'll rather be with us." Ginny looked to the grandfather clock on the wall, "Speaking of this, Neville will be arriving any moment with Teddy. Neville's been worried sick about Mione, so I figured we could do both at once."
The sound of the floo activating and someone stepping out came from the drawing room and minutes later the floo sounded again, this time two people stepping out. Only moments later was Narcissa Malfoy, swiftly walking over to her son with a worried look on her face. Two out of breath, people and one asleep toddler entered the room, plopping into chairs and sighing.
"How does that woman get around so fast?" Neville sighed, studying at the ceiling.
"I have no honest idea Nev, Cissa truly is a mystery." Astoria looked to everyone apologetically. "Cissa was worried about Draco and I couldn't stop her. We accidentally ran into Neville and almost knocked him over, I moved your stuff that Neville brought into the guest room near Mione. I hope you don't mind."
"It's quite alright Astoria, now can someone please save Draco from his mom? We're trying to get that ferret to eat."
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Astoria, Narcissa, and Blaise stepped into Hermione's room. Astoria dashed to her side and waved her wand over the still girl. Her wand flashed from color to color, revealing everything wrong with Hermione. Finally, the colors stopped and Astoria began writing things down in a notebook.
"Blaise? Can you go get me some potions? I need blood replenishing, bruise removal paste, burn healing paste, essence of dittany, and then two ideas that I would like to test, a revive potion, and wideye potion." Muttering the items under his breath, Blaise left to find the needed potions. Astoria turned to Narcissa, "Cissa, Can you get the dreamless sleep potion, calming drought, and the drought of peace bottles out of my bag? If Hermione does wake up, we might need them, and maybe give some to Draco as well?" Narcissa nods and takes the vials out of Astoria's purse.
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I could hear them talking, Moving around. I could even feel their hand on mine. I have no idea how long I've been here. There really isn't any way to tell. The feeling of being in a coma is odd, I could feel someone's presence no matter who they were, and I could hear them talking, to me or to each other. It's surreal, you feel like your floating, but you can feel the floor beneath you. I couldn't do much. sometimes a bookshelf and a chair or a bed would appear, If I wanted them to, but magic was definitely not going to happen and there really was no one to talk to. I want to wake up, to see my friends and family again, yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't do a thing.
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