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A/N: This is our next story. It'sa long one and we hope that you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it. We came up with the idea for this on Spring Break last year so it has been nearly a year in the making. It is not finished yet but we have decided to begin posting it.
Also, some things may seem like they make absolutely no sense, but they will as the story goes on.
I. The Potion
"Ron, could you hand me the lace wigs?" Hermione asked. She was keeping an eye on the potion at all times, and didn't even glance at him as she made her request.
Ron skimmed through the ingredients for a few seconds before he found them. He quickly crossed the room and handed the case to Hermione. She pulled out four of them and tossed them one by one into the simmering cauldron. With a smile she watched as the potion turned a light blue.
"All right," Draco said from her side. "Everything looks good, so why don't we let it sit for twenty minutes before continuing? We can eat lunch."
Hermione grinned appreciatively at the suggestion and the five members sat at the table to eat their bagged lunches. Draco and Hermione had been selected by the Minister of Magic to create a new potion. They were two of the greatest potion-makers in England and that had made them qualified. At first they had both refused, but the amount of money they were being paid was more than enough incentive. Plus, both were allowed a few assistants.
Hermione had chosen Harry and Ron for both company and help. She knew that she could trust them to do what she asked, when she asked. Draco had brought Pansy because she would also do whatever he asked. Unfortunately, he realized too late that she had no skill in potion-making at all and he had forced her to sit away from the cauldron.
Their mission was simple. Create a potion that could turn anything ten times more potent instantly. However, the real challenge lied in the fact that no similar potion had ever existed. Therefore, the group had to combine other potion 'recipes' to get their own product. The light blue potion they had just paused in making would no doubt fail, but it would help them to know what not to do for the next time.
"Pansy! Will you move out of my lap?" Draco sneered. Pansy smiled up at Draco but kindly removed herself from his personal space.
"Sorry, love, but I can't keep my hands off of you!" Pansy laughed. "I'll try though."
Draco grunted in reply as he opened his sack lunch and took out a sandwich. The other three knew that Pansy and Draco were dating, but from the way he acted, they found it hard to believe.
"Malfoy," Hermione said as she rested her chin on her hand. "What do you think about adding in a few extra drops of salamander blood after the twenty minute break, but before the powdered moonstone?"
Draco's brow furrowed at the idea and he stopped eating for a moment to contemplate it.
"I think, Granger, that that is the best thing I've heard all day."
Hermione grinned. "Stroke of genius," she sighed before returning to her lunch.
As Harry watched Hermione eat, he noticed the familiar glint of a gold chain around her neck. "Hermione, love. What are you wearing that for?" he asked, motioning to the necklace.
Hermione smiled and pulled the golden hourglass out from under her robes. "The Ministry had one Time Turner left after the disastrous destruction of the rest of them in our fifth year. Seeing as I handled one at fourteen, they decided that I was the best choice to protect this one."
"I see," Harry said. "You're not using it, are you?"
"Of course not!" she laughed. "I had enough back in third year."
The couple ignored the confused looks of Draco and Pansy, and Ron also offered no explanation.
When their twenty minute break was up, Draco and Hermione returned to the cauldron. Harry and Ron were busy preparing the exact quantities of moonstone so Draco called upon Pansy to pour in three drops of salamander blood while the two leads watched for changes in the potion.
Pansy advanced and carefully dropped in three bits of the blood as Draco had asked. Ron followed with the moonstone and the entire group held their breath. The potion stopped swirling and the simmering died down as the liquid took on a vibrant red hue.
Draco dipped a vial into the cauldron and pulled out a sample of the latest version. He carefully poured a small amount onto their testing object—a very weak truth serum that even an infant could resist. If their potion worked, the serum would become stronger than even Veritiserum.
The two liquids combined together to become a crystal clear fluid that they could only hope would be the right product.
Ron stepped forward to act out his own part in this experiment. He would take a minute bit of the potion to test it out.
Ron carefully dipped his pinkie into the solution. He raised it to his lips and hastily touched the tip of his tongue to his finger. Hermione watch as Ron's eyes dilated.
"Ron!" she asked. "Are you all right?"
"Well, I'm a little annoyed at being chosen as a test subject but I suppose that doesn't matter much," he admitted.
The four observers swapped looks of confusion.
"What can we ask him to tell if it's working?" Pansy asked.
Draco turned to face Ron with an evil grin. "Weasley, have you ever been shagged?"
Ron's face showed no embarrassment. "No, Draco, I haven't ever shagged anyone, nor have I been shagged myself."
Harry, Draco, and Pansy all stifled laughs while Hermione slapped each one in turn. "Behave!" she scolded.
"Ron," began Harry. "Were you angry when Hermione and I started dating?"
"Of course. I've always fancied you, Harry. I wanted you for myself."
At this confession everyone burst into laughter. The potion was obviously working.
"How much will you give me for this one?" a voice said.
"Him? He's a weakling, ten at most," another voice replied.
"Ten? He's worth more than ten."
"Naw, I'll give you ten and not a bit more."
"Fine, ten for the red head," the first voice agreed.
Suddenly, Ron was pulled into full consciousness when he realized he was being dragged by iron shackles on his wrists. He opened his eyes and saw desert for miles.
He blinked his eyes and tried to figure out how he had gotten here.
The last thing that had happened, him, Hermione, Harry, the pug and the ferret were all in the lab. After they bottled and labelled the potion, Ferret Face had gotten into a row with Hermione on who should take it to their supervisor. Everyone had gotten into the fight and were grabbing at the phial when Draco slipped and it went flying into the air. Everyone had fallen down into a large pile and watched as the potion smashed on the floor.
And now he was here, wherever he was.
And he was pretty sure he had just been sold.
"Ughh!" Draco groaned as he pushed Hermione off of him. "What just happened?"
Hermione groaned but got to her feet. "I don't know! I can't remember anything…"
"I remember that you took the potion from me. Oh, and then we all fell or something."
"It smashed. Our potion smashed," Hermione realised suddenly.
"Oh, don't worry. We have a whole cauldron full."
"Right." Hermione looked around. "Um…Malfoy?"
Draco was rubbing his temples. "Damn, I have a killer headache."
"Um…Malfoy?" she repeated a bit louder.
"I must have gotten punched in the brawl…" he mumbled, still ignoring her.
"MALFOY!" she shouted.
Hermione stared wide-eyed past him. He turned around and was shocked to see an entire green field in front of him. Then he realised that they were standing on an old-fashioned porch outside a house the size of his manor.
"Where are we?" he heard Hermione's frightened squeak.
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