(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..."

   The gargoyle didn't even look down.

   "Fine." I picked up a Fizzing Whisbee. "Then I guess you don't want a taste of these deLIcious Fizzing Whisbees-"

   I jumped back when the gargoyle leapt aside, revealing a winding staircase. That was the password? Fizzing Whisbees?

   Huh.

   Dumbledore's weirder than I thought.

   I put the bowl back on the small table, and stepped inside the staircase. It started turning slowly, almost making me loose my balance. I grabbed the railing to steady myself as it twisted upward.

   I stepped out of the staircase into my headmaster's room. It was filled to the brim with bits of this and that, queer little things that I don't even have a name for. But they weren't the thing I was looking for.

   And then I saw it.

   A small crack in a cabinet door, glowing softly with a blueish light. I pushed it open, and saw a frying pan sized stone basin set with glittering jewels, and carved with strange....er....things. I honestly do not know what they are.

   I ran my hand along the smooth rock, admiring the intricate details. But what struck me as the most facinating was the liquid. It was as still and smooth as glass, not a single ripple disturbing the surface, and slightly glowing. If I didn't know better, I would have thought it was really clear glowing ice, as it was clear, like water, but it looked like it was lit a blueish light from inside by some unknown force. Some muggle would probably think it was just a really finely decorated basin filled with sparkling water or something.

   I took a deep breath, and took out the small vial. The silky silver strands floated inside. I uncapped it and poured the whole contents of the vial into the pensieve. The silvery strands floated down, looking like a cross between mist and white hair, slowly descending down to the pensieve. As it reached the still surface, it immediately dissolved, and made the water a murky, glowing silver. I could see a few figures inside, Hermione and I, probably. I had read about pensieves before. It would play the scene, then the memories would sink to the bottom, only showing the location of the memory, until something disturbs the surface. Then it would play the memory again for the person to see. A few tendrils of silvery mist rose into the air, curling toward the ceiling. I looked at the glowing basin for a moment before shutting the cabinet door, and going back into the corridors.

Hermione
   I sat on my pillow again, looking at a book, but not reading it. My brain kept making the letters say the same thing over and over again: Glowing ice and snow white ferrets, a kiss, a memory, a lot at stake. Two different sides to opt for, but make one wrong move, your lives may conclude.

   What does it all mean?

   Is it some sort of prophecy? An omen? Or is the book really just writing that? But I don't think A History Of Plastic would really contain this kind of stuff. Prophecies and plastic, they...don't really mix.

   Obviously, this is a sign from the gods, a warning maybe, and I have a feeling it's connected with my memory being removed. It does say "a memory'" after all. And maybe I'll have to make a tough decision later on that will effect a lot of things. Choosing sides, maybe. And to be careful of what I do. But do what, exactly? And glowing ice? Snow white ferrets? What?!

   Also, "your" lives? Is there another person involved in this? Are they laying in their beds right at this moment thinking the same thing? And could they possibly be the one who took away my memory? Or one of my close friends, like Harry or Ron? Or maybe someone I haven't even met yet?

   Think, Hermione, think! You're supposed to be the smart one, the clever one, the brightest witch of her age! I groaned, putting down the book facedown on my bedstand, and leaning back on my pillow.

   This made my brain hurt, thinking about all this. And it's only the third day back from summer break. We haven't even started to get homework again yet. How could a possibly find an answer to all this?

   A knock came from the door. I sat up, plastered a fake smile on my face, and said in the cheeriest voice I could muster. "Come in!"

   Ginny Weasley, my roommate, poked her head in through the door. "Hey, uh, Hermione, right?"

   I nodded.

   "Wanna come to the Quidditch pitch with Harry, Ron, and I? They're having a Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff match." She says, pulling on a maroon sweater with a knitted 'G' on it, not unlike the one Ron always wore. They are siblings, so I suspect their mom knitted it for them.

   "Maybe later," I said, laying back on my pillow and closing my eyes. "I have a lot on my mind at the moment."

   Ginny nodded understandingly. "I'll go tell the boys. Hope you can make it to the next game." She smiles at me before closing the door.

   Good.

   I needed some alone time at the moment. There was too much going on in my private life.

   So many questions, so little time.

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