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Smells like Amortencia	By : LovelessHope Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was just past 4 pm when Hermione returned home. She was exhausted and quite frankly a little shaken up over her encounter with Draco Malfoy. What have I just signed myself up for? the young witch thought, sighing to herself. She knew she should have said no, should have walked out and away from a man so impulsive that he'd bet his life for money. On one hand she felt guilty, felt like she was now somehow a part of this whole thing and on the other, well, she liked the attention.
Though she could never admit it to herself, she had fallen out of love with Ron. She first noticed it when she found herself not as angry as she thought she would be when she found out Ron had cheated on her. At the time she blamed it on stress, that she still must've loved him because she stuck around, but besides the vanilla sex that the two would sometimes partake in, she really only hung around him because besides him and harry she didn't really have anyone else.
Then there was the money. She had been saving up to see her parents in Austrailia, and try to reverse the Oblivion curse she had put on them. But she didn't have the funds and to try and aparate to them, especially internationally was incredibly risky. She had only aparated short distances in the past, and had gotten better at actually arriving at where she needed to be, but she was still wary of the horror stories. Dumbledore had gone on and on during one of the dinners about how sometimes when wizards and witches apparated long distances they didn't stay focused long enough through the spell and ended up arriving with missing limbs, or worse, sometimes they would accidently lose themselves in time or end up in another dimension.
So the money Draco was offering her, would be enough to try to get to her family. And as lonely as Hermione had been, she desperately wanted to see her parents. Even if she couldn't reverse the spell, she just wanted to see their faces.
The brunette witch walked over to her mirror that hung above the fireplace and brushed the rest of the dirt off of her robes from when she was thrown to the ground by Draco's Bodyguards. She also ran her fingers through her hair, it had grown down to her waist and she needed a haircut badly. After Draco pays me, I need to remember to get a hair cut She thought to herself. She spent a few more minutes looking in the mirror then she heard something from upstairs.
Ron isn't due to be home for hours... Hermione rushed up the stairs, wand at the ready, maybe they were being robbed. Hermione flung open the door but all she saw was an owl. It was the same owl she had seen that morning, only now the owl looked a little less fed up with her. Perhaps this owl wasn't used to seeing the same person twice, especially since it seemed like with the business Draco was in, you saw someone once, or they got torn to shreds, or your life was in danger because of a bloody bet you made. Hermione figured this owl had probably seen some very traumatic things in it's short life.
She walked over to it and grabbed the note tied to it's leg. The owl stayed a few seconds longer than the last time but flew off none the less after about 15 seconds had passed. Hermione undid the tie on the note and read
Hermione,
Bring the items we need for the first phase of the potion tomorrow
I don't know how much it will all cost. Here is 300 galleons.
Remember 12 O'Clock sharp.
Wear something nice
-Draco
Hermione sighed and took the money. At first she was a little excited, 300 galleons was far too much money and since she would only need maybe 50 of it to buy the items necessary she could pocket the rest. That was until she read the part about wearing something nice. She didn't, well, own anything nice. She had a few dresses but they were old, and she only really wore clogs or boots so she had nothing nice.
The witch wanted to ignore this and just wear her everyday robes, but she knew that even with Draco's life on the line, she needed the money more than he needed her, and to avoid jeopardizing this, she made the decision to stop and get a decent dress.
Hermione grabbed her purse and started to head out, but as she turned the knob of her front door she was surprised to see it turn back at her. Ron was home early.
"Oh hi, Hermione" Ron said confused "I thought you might be napping so I tried to be quiet... You headed somewhere?"
"Oh just out and about, got a bit of a... raise... today and wanted to see what I could buy"
"Huh. You have never been much for shopping, what's the occasion?"
Hermione tried not to gulp. "I'm still a girl Ronald" she stated simply "And girls like to shop from time to time"
"While your out, you should get a haircut" Ron replied "It's gotten kind of long don't you think?"
Hermione nervously grabbed at her hair, but just nodded and slid past her boyfriend and onto the street.
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And so Hermione headed out into Diagon Alley. She didn't much care for the chaos of the small shopping village but there was a nice dress shop that she could stop by after getting some ingredients for tomorrow's potion. And the ingredients she needed were fairly easy to get.
Upon arriving at the shop for her ingredients she found that she was the only one there. It was a dark and dank little shop and kind of smelled like mildew, but she found the items she needed fairly quickly and went to find the front desk to pay when a little gruff voice from behind her made her almost jump out of her own skin.
"Can I help you ma'am?" A little man said from behind her.
"Yes" Hermione said trying to regain her composure "I would like to purchase all of these items"
The small man looked her up and down "Root of Gabanon, Firley's oak... my lady, you're making Amortencia"
"Smart man" Hermione said faking a smile
"You know I might not have even known what you were buying all of those things for, but I suppose there has been a demand for more Amortencia lately, almost everyone I have seen in here for the past.... say almost a year has bought these things and left without much of a word... Hmmm... never the matter, come on let's get you checked out"
Hermione winced. Draco had said that he had gone through a few partners but she didn't think there had been enough for others to take notice. But apparently Draco was in just as deep of trouble as he had stated.
After that stop she headed in to get a dress. No one there really paid her any attention, and the ladies working there all gave her dirty looks when she passed. This made her feel incredibly uncomfortable so she just grabbed a dress that looked to be her size and some shoes as well and checked out without making eye contact with another soul.
The sun was beginning to set by the time Hermione had started her walk back home, and she saw a barbers on the way. She looked in the window, but decided that the hair cut could wait as Ron would be expecting her. She might even try to make him dinner. All this stress with Draco made her want to atleast try to rekindle a flame with a man she knew loved her.
It hurt Hermione's heart to know that Draco had made a deal on his life partly because of Astoria leaving him, and she didn't want herself or Ron in the same place. And he still seemed in love with her, so the least she could do is try.
The whole walk home was filled with loving endeavors she and Ron could go on. Maybe start picnicing, meet up for lunch sometimes, maybe even just go on walks together. However all of those thoughts flew from her mind when she heard a groan coming from her house.
Oh no Hermione's thought's raced Ron is he okay?! Hermione dropped her shopping bags by the stairs and ran up them, and flung open the bedroom door. Time seemed to stop completely.
The sight was hideous. It was Ron, and Lavender. In her bed, and that wasn't even the worst part. The whisper that radiated throughout the room in the form of a moan as it left Ron's mouth. "I love you, Lav"
Hermione felt light headed and fell to her knees. Ron quickly got off of Lavender and wrapped a robe around himself before going over to Hermione.
"Mione-"
"Don't"
Ron tried to touch her shoulder
"Don't touch me"
"I should have told you"
"I need to go"
"Mione-
"You love her?" Hermione let out a whimper "You really love her"
"It's not like-
"I am not hard of hearing Ronald"
"It's not like I didn't try to make this relationship work"
"What did I ever do-
"It isn't you, it's just that, I have never not liked Lavender"
Hermione just got up and shut the door behind her. Then she walked down the stairs and grasped a pair of rusted kitchen scissors and went to work on her hair. Clumps of it fell off, and the long waist length chestnut mess of hair went from her head to the floor in a matter of seconds. After all of it was off, she walked over to her mirror. Her hair hung just above her shoulders, and her bangs were even more crooked than before.
"Oh Hermione" She heard from behind her as she turned to she Ron and Lavender
"This is what you wanted isn't it? You like me with short hair right?" Hermione shouted through a stream of tears
"This was never what I wanted-
"But you, you, you said to get a haircut-
"Hermione"
"I want you out" Hermione said sternly
"Lavender, I think it's time you go" Ron said to his lover
"Both of you" Hermione's voice had gotten scarily low and she pointed her wand at both Ron and Lavender
"Hermione-
"Now"
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It was safe say that Hermione didn't sleep much that night and by the time that night became morning, the young witch had barely gotten more than a few hours of sleep. When she was finally greeted by the morning sun, she wasn't even groggy enough to feel sleepy. So she got out of bed like a zombie and walked over to the bathroom mirror.
She looked like a proper mess. Her hair was poofy and looked like it had been done by a five year old. "Ugh" she groaned to herself, then put on her robes, and walked to the barber shop she had seen without even brushing her teeth first.
"I think I can do something with this" The girl who was in charge of cutting her hair said "What are you thinking of?"
Hermione looked herself dead in the eye in the mirror before her "Just make me different"
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The clock read 11:35 by the time Hermione's hair was done, and now it hung in neat layers at her mid neck. She had brought the dress she had bought to see Draco with her along with the ingredients so she quickly changed and made the loathesome journey to see a man that would most likely only make her feel worse.
She walked through the alleyway and the Nargles gave her looks of contempt as she made her way to the door, which opened in front of her, revealing the face of Draco. Upon his first glance he took a step back, and his jaw almost slacked to one side.
"Hermione.... you look-
"Different I know"
"I was going to say sexy"
Hermione's eyes looked up to meet Dracos, and she blushed a deep shade of maroon. She was wearing a dark green knee length dress and some black flats. And while it wasn't the nicest outfit in the world it was a complete 180 to what she normally wore. And Draco noticed.
"Damn" He said, his eyes not leaving her.
"Thanks" Hermione said cautiously
"Well, Hermione" Draco said his demeanor going back to the chill the young witch was so used to "We have work to do, you have the stuff?"
"Yep"
"Well let's get started"
The two worked for hours, smashing up the root and cutting up different flowers, putting them all in a pot to boil overnight. Hermione kept catching Draco stare at her, and though she was in pain she couldn't help but feel her temperature rising. Did he really think she was sexy?
After the duo had finished all they could for the night, Hermione was getting ready to leave when Draco took a step in front of her. "Sit" he instructed, and Hermione who had no fight left in her did exactly that and took a seat in front of Draco's desk.
"This is going swimmingly" He stated, the chill never leaving his voice "With my past partners there have been far too many mistakes... however I can see you are a little... how do I put this nicely enough to where you don't abandon me... hmm. Well you look tired"
Hermione slumped forward "Ron is cheating on me with Lavender"
Draco's face lost all color and he sat back in a brooding fashion "Will this affect your work for me?"
Hermione's brow furrowed. She had just told him what had been bothering her, and all he could think about was himself?
"No" She said in return sounding equally as cold.
Draco tried not to get too excited about the news, and he keep his usual expressionless face about him, but now he could really play with her. She was now his for the taking, and without a potential dual from Ron, he planned on taking full advantage of this.
"Do you need some place to stay?"
Hermione's ears perked up "Why do you ask?"
"Well do you?"
Hermione thought about it. Ron would most likely want to come back to the house and atleast get his things, so she might have to deal with him tonight, and she wasn't sure if she could handle that, but Draco... Could she trust him
"I- I don't know"
"I'll make the decision for you then. You will stay with me in my Manor"
"O-Ok" Hermione said, resigned to her fate of being miserable
"One Stipulation of you staying with me though... You have to drink this" Draco pulled a small vile of pink liquid from his coat pocket
"Not a chance in hell Draco" Hermione said backing up. She wasn't sure what was in that bottle but anything that shade of pink couldn't be healthy, and why did he want her to drink it anyway?
"You will drink it if you want to stay with me"
"I never said I wanted to stay with you!"
Draco stood up quickly and grabbed Hermione by the small amount of hair she had left. "You are staying with me and you are going to drink this. Understand?"
"What even is it?" Hermione said in a little voice
"It is a failed vile of Amortencia. It is not very strong, but you said yourself that the only reason you perfected Amortencia in the first place is because you were in love. This isn't strong enough to even simulate love, but let's just say it will... relax you... I want the best results from our potion you see"
Draco justified his telling her this though it wasn't completely honest becasue it was somewhat honest. It would relax her yes, but what he didn't mention was a secret ingredient to raise her libido so she would be feeling nice a turned on, and once he got her nice and addicted to the stuff, she would be his to take. And she wouldn't know anything was different.
"Fine I'll drink it"
Draco smirked. What a wonderful deal he had just gotten, he was going to live to see the next year, and he would even have a little slave girl that was all his. And if he wanted he might just take some of the perfect Amortencia for himself, and truly make Hermione fall in love with him. Just so she would never leave.
Hermione downed the pink liquid and Draco walked her to his house, showing her to his spare room. Hermione felt incredibly sleepy and let out a yawn as Draco closed the door behind her. "Sleep tight pet" he said
And Hermione was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
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