Chapter 18: Tears, Tiffany's & A Cauldron of Amortentia

Thank you everyone who commented on the previous chapter. I haven't made a decision yet, but I will soon. And if anything materializes then you will be the first to know =)

What do you think of the new cover? I got tired of the old one =)

Who went to see the Hunger Games? I did! For those who haven't seen it yet, all I will say is that it exceeded my expectations.

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Life is a maze, Love is a riddle.

                                                                   -Unknown

            It seemed that in no time at all, Friday flew by and Teddy’s last day neared. As a goodbye treat from Draco, the two spent the last day in Disney World.

            Soon enough, they were home and Hermione was running after Teddy, trying to get him to eat one last meal before leaving, and Draco was positively howling with laughter at the sight.

            “Teddy! Please finish you food! Please?” Hermione yelled running after Teddy. 

            “NO!!!” Teddy yelled, now jumping off of one sofa to the next.

            Hermione turned around glaring at Draco, who was still laughing. “I’m glad that at least one of us finds this amusing, because I certainly don’t.”

            Draco sobered up under Hermione’s deathly glare.

            “. I told you not to buy him all those sweets. And I specifically told you not to buy him all that ice cream he ate all that cake. But did you listen? Nope. And now, here he is hyper and basically bouncing off the walls. And who has to deal with this?Me. Because what are you doing? Helping me? Nope. That’s right; you are laughing your arse off while I have to deal with this!”

            “Relax, Hermione. If you wanted help, you could’ve just asked,” replied Draco with an innocent look, barely containing a smirk.

            Draco walked over to Teddy who was now using the sofa as a trampoline. As Draco bent down to eye level with Teddy, a strange sensation ran from his head and down his face. Immediately, Teddy began laughing and soon Hermione joined after seeing Draco’s expression as he realized what had happened.

            “I don’t like orange juice. You should have bought apple juice,” Draco replied wiping orange juice from his face that Teddy had magically (not figurative, I mean the real kind) spilled on him. “But on the plus side we won’t have to worry if Teddy is a squib or not.”

            Just as he finished, the bell rang. When Hermione opened the door, Harry and Ginny walked in.

            “Hey--,” began Harry.

            “Why are you soaked in orange juice?” asked Ginny interrupting Harry.

            “It’s good for your complexion. And it brings out the color of your hair. Did you not know?” Draco asked with a serious face.

            “Haha. Very funny,” Ginny replied.

            “So what did Teddy do?” asked Harry with a knowing smile.

            “Not much. But he did demonstrate his first burst of magic,” replied Draco. “By dousing me in orange juice.”

            “Who would’ve known that it takes about three pounds of sweets, double chocolate cake, and ice cream to make magical qualities emerge,” Hermione added glaring pointedly at Draco.

            “I think someone should inform Mr. Filch,” Harry quipped, causing everyone but Teddy to burst into laughter.

            After a few minutes of chatting (during which Teddy was still running around like crazy), the couple left with Teddy, leaving Hermione and Draco behind.

            “I’m going to take a shower,” declared Draco, heading towards the bathroom.

            “The extra towels are on the second shelf in the cupboard to the left,” called out Hermione, now starting to clean the mess Teddy had left behind.

            After fifteen minutes of rigorous cleaning, the mess was almost unidentifiable. Just as Hermione cleaned the last traces of orange juice from the carpet with a simple siphoning charm, her doorbell rang.

            “Maybe Teddy left something behind,” Hermione thought as she opened the door.

            As she opened the door, she took an involuntary step back in shock. Because standing in front of her was no other than Ron Weasley.

            “Um…Hey,” Ron stated breaking the awkward silence.

            “Hello,” Hermione faintly replied. “What are you doing here?”

            “’Mione, I just wanted to say that I am so--,”

            “Hermione, where are my extra clothes that I left here the other day?” Draco called out, from the next room, interrupting Ron.

            “They are in the cupboard in my room by the mirror,” Hermione replied before turning back to Ron.

            “Now, what were you saying?” she asked.

            “I wanted to say tha--,” this time Ron left off mid-sentence and a murderous glint shadowed his blue eyes, as he glared at a spot behind Hermione.

            “Hermione, I can’t find my—What are you doing here?” Draco growled when he saw Ron.

            “What are doing here?” countered Ron.

            “I think that much should be obvious even to someone as dim witted as you, Weasel,” Draco sneered as Ron looked at his towel clad figure and Hermione blushed furiously.

            It would be an understatement to say that Ron looked absolutely murderous. But before either could do anything rash, Hermione intervened.

            “Draco, how about you go and get dressed while Ron and I talk?”

            Draco gave her a questioning look that asked if she was fine with it. When she faintly smiled in return, Draco walked up close to Ron and menacingly added, “If you hurt her in any way, you will regret it,” before walking away.

            “So, what--,” Hermione began.

            “What are you doing with him?” Ron blurted.

            “Excuse me?”

            “Why are you sleeping around with Malfoy?”