Love Potion
Title: Love Potion
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: G
Word Count: 406
Notes: For the "I Want the Fairy Tale" Valentine's Day Challenge 2009. Prompt from "Pride and Prejudice": "You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you." and "I thought that poetry was the food of love."
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Tuesday - 1:03 p.m. - Department of Magical Law Enforcement
When Draco Malfoy barged into her office right after coming back from his lunch break,
Sprouting (bad) poetry, the always calm and cool Hermione Granger fell out of her chair.
“Oh sweet Hermione, how thy eyes enchant me!”
“Excuse me?”
“Thy eyes of molten chocolate brown; thy lips so red like the petals of a rose…” He went on, oblivious to the gaping Hermione. “Thy fingers-”
“For the love of Merlin, what are you doing?”
“Oh, Hermione! You have bewitched me, body and soul and I love you! Marry me and have my babies!” He then proceeded to go on one knee in front of her.
“Good gracious, Malfoy, snap out of it!”
He continued to look at her lovingly, all the while grinning like an idiot. “Don’t you love me, too, Hermione?”
“Granger! It’s Granger to you, Malfoy! Blimey, who drugged your food?”
“Oh, Hermione… You do look wonderfully shag-able when you’re angry.”
Slap.
“Thy touch is so precious! Thy skin is so soft!”
“Malfoy, you need to go to St. Mungo now,” Hermione advised.
“I’ll climb up mountains, dive under seas, and fly up to the moon for you, Hermione. If you ask me to die, I would. If you ask me to jump, I’d ask ‘how high?’. I love you, Hermione! I love you, I love you!”
“If you love me, go to St. Mungo now.”
“I can’t stand unless you agree to marry me. Marry me, Hermione.”
Knowing that he didn’t mean it, she scribbled his condition on a piece of parchment and handed it to him. “Only if you’ll give this to the first healer you see in St. Mungo. You will, won’t you?”
He nodded eagerly and kept the parchment in his pocket. “Say you’ll marry me, Hermione. I want to hear you say it!”
“Yes, yes, Malfoy, I’ll marry you.”
With a grin that took up half of his face, he disapparated.
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Wednesday - 9:30 a.m. - Department of Magical Law Enforcement
“Granger.”
She nodded in greeting, “Malfoy.”
Awkward silence.
“About yesterday…” he started, “I apologise. Blaise thought that it would be fun to try a love potion on me.”
She shrugged. “I’d guessed as much. Don’t worry; no bad feelings.”
Awkward silence. Again.
“I’ll…just be going back to work now,” he said.
She nodded, “Good day, Malfoy.”
“Likewise, Granger.”
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Wednesday - 11:45 a.m. - Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Granger,
Your eyes really do enchant me.
Lunch?
~Malfoy
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: G
Word Count: 406
Notes: For the "I Want the Fairy Tale" Valentine's Day Challenge 2009. Prompt from "Pride and Prejudice": "You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you." and "I thought that poetry was the food of love."
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Tuesday - 1:03 p.m. - Department of Magical Law Enforcement
When Draco Malfoy barged into her office right after coming back from his lunch break,
Sprouting (bad) poetry, the always calm and cool Hermione Granger fell out of her chair.
“Oh sweet Hermione, how thy eyes enchant me!”
“Excuse me?”
“Thy eyes of molten chocolate brown; thy lips so red like the petals of a rose…” He went on, oblivious to the gaping Hermione. “Thy fingers-”
“For the love of Merlin, what are you doing?”
“Oh, Hermione! You have bewitched me, body and soul and I love you! Marry me and have my babies!” He then proceeded to go on one knee in front of her.
“Good gracious, Malfoy, snap out of it!”
He continued to look at her lovingly, all the while grinning like an idiot. “Don’t you love me, too, Hermione?”
“Granger! It’s Granger to you, Malfoy! Blimey, who drugged your food?”
“Oh, Hermione… You do look wonderfully shag-able when you’re angry.”
Slap.
“Thy touch is so precious! Thy skin is so soft!”
“Malfoy, you need to go to St. Mungo now,” Hermione advised.
“I’ll climb up mountains, dive under seas, and fly up to the moon for you, Hermione. If you ask me to die, I would. If you ask me to jump, I’d ask ‘how high?’. I love you, Hermione! I love you, I love you!”
“If you love me, go to St. Mungo now.”
“I can’t stand unless you agree to marry me. Marry me, Hermione.”
Knowing that he didn’t mean it, she scribbled his condition on a piece of parchment and handed it to him. “Only if you’ll give this to the first healer you see in St. Mungo. You will, won’t you?”
He nodded eagerly and kept the parchment in his pocket. “Say you’ll marry me, Hermione. I want to hear you say it!”
“Yes, yes, Malfoy, I’ll marry you.”
With a grin that took up half of his face, he disapparated.
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Wednesday - 9:30 a.m. - Department of Magical Law Enforcement
“Granger.”
She nodded in greeting, “Malfoy.”
Awkward silence.
“About yesterday…” he started, “I apologise. Blaise thought that it would be fun to try a love potion on me.”
She shrugged. “I’d guessed as much. Don’t worry; no bad feelings.”
Awkward silence. Again.
“I’ll…just be going back to work now,” he said.
She nodded, “Good day, Malfoy.”
“Likewise, Granger.”
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Wednesday - 11:45 a.m. - Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Granger,
Your eyes really do enchant me.
Lunch?
~Malfoy