Lucifer was running slightly late to breakfast that morning, for obvious reasons, and for a second, he believed that he walked into the wrong room upon entering the Great Hall.
The walls were covered with large, lurid pink flowers. Worse still, heart-shaped confetti was falling from the pale blue ceiling.
Lucifer tried his best to ignore it and went to sit at the Gryffindor table beside Hermione, who somehow ended up here before the boy himself could.
It did leave him quite stunned, did he really take more time in the bathroom than her? Lucifer was amazed he did.
When he sat down, Hermione quickly stuffed something into her bag.
"I know it's the 14th but what the fuck is going on, here?" Lucifer asked her, while grabbing a piece of confetti covered bacon and wiped it off.
He didn't think McGonagall would actually let Dumbledore do this, behind her back.
She just pointed up to the teachers table, apparently too embarrassed to speak, what just happened in the morning, came back into her front.
Lockhart, wearing lurid pink robes to match the walls, was waving for silence.
Every teacher was looking stony-faced, except for Dumbledore, who looked in cheerful spirits like most times.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart bellowed out, "and may I thank the forty-five people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all - and it doesn't end here!" Lockhart clapped his hands and through the doors to the Entrance Hall marched a dozen or so surly-looking dwarves.
Not just any dwarves, though. Lockhart had them all wearing
golden wings and carrying harps. "My friendly, card-carrying cupids!" Lockhart beamed, "They will be roving around the school today, delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn't stop here! I'm sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion?"
Lavender Brown seemed too excited to learn that Snape would be teaching them how to brew Love Potions.
"And while you're at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly old dog!"
Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands.
Once his speech was over, the students were released to go to their lessons.
Hermione saw both her roommate Lavender, and other 1st year Astoria Greengrass immediately rush up to Snape as everyone else left.
She'd have to be careful around these girls.
But, Snape looked as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion tutorial would be force-fed poison.
And knowing him, he'd do it, too.
It made Hermione feel good inside.
"Hermione..." Ron said slowly, "you weren't one of the forty-five, were you?"
"Of course not! How ridiculous of a question!" She said and stomped ahead of them.
All day long, the dwarves kept barging into their classes to deliver valentines, to the annoyance of the teachers.
Late that afternoon as the Gryffindors were walking upstairs for Charms, one of the dwarves caught up with Harry and Lucifer.
"Oy, you! 'arry Potter!" Shouted a particularly grim-looking dwarf, elbowing people out of the way to get to Harry.
Harry tried to escape, but Lucifer wasn't letting this go.
He grabbed the boy and forced him to stand there to be given the Valentine, "Let me go!" Harry yelled at him, struggling to get out of his grasp.
"Not in a million years, Potter," He grinned evilly.
The dwarf then began to give him the Valentine:
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the
Dark Lord."
"Wasn't so bad, was it?" Lucifer asked him, but his smirk disappeared when the dwarf turned to him.
"I've got loads for you too!"
Now, Lucifer tried to run after hearing the certain word loads, but Ron and Harry both held him in a death-like grip.
Hermione stood a little off to the side, her face quite grim:
"You were an odd sort at first,
Then showed you were smart and much of a bore,
Now you're cute and magically powerful,
The boy who took down a Manticore."
Lucifer didn't really know what to say, nor could he imagine who could've written that for him.
Everyone knew he took down a Manticore, but no one ever really brought it up.
"Another!" the dwarf called.
"Lucifer Morningstar, he couldn't be hotter,
He came into my life, like a hero,
I hope he'll be mine, he truly is fine,
But he wouldn't like me, I'm a zero!"
"It's Greengrass, I warned her!"
"And another!" The dwarf called.
"WHAT!?"
The dwarf handed Lucifer a card, with the words, 'Happy Valentine's Day! I hope we'll share one together soon. Love, your secret admirer...' in neat writing.
"That's alright, it was sweet."
"And Another!"
"YOU'RE JOKING!!" Hermione yelled, in extreme anger, her face darkening by the second.
By now, a massive group had formed around them.
In the back of the group, she spotted Lavender Brown who had a mischievous glint in her eye.
Before Lucifer could move, his girlfriend directly took the card from the dwarf and opened it while aiming the card up.
A pink dust shot out of the card and into the air. Love Potion.
"Back away!" She warned her boy, loudly, "Lavender! It's not gonna happen!"
Percy Weasley emerged from the crowd and waved his wand, to make the Love Potion disappear, he ordered everyone to return or go back to the lesson.
The Gryffindor's walked to Charms class, eager to get away from the scene. "Who do you think wrote those other two?" Ron asked, with a hint of jealousy, he didn't even receive a single one.
"No idea. I didn't even know anyone besides Hermione liked me in that way," Lucifer said, confused and deep in thought, about who the owners of those could be.
Later that night, just after everyone had gone to bed, Hermione sat on her bed, holding something.
She had tears slowly creeping down her cheeks as she looked at a card, a Valentine Card.
'I first saw you before we boarded the train in the First Year,
You were really cool and had a delicate touch,
You're also a very caring and powerful Wizard,
A boy I love so very much.'
Hermione laid down as she reread her poem she wrote at least a few dozen times, her tears streaming out harder with each read.
Her hair and pillow were wet and stained with tears, but that was far from her capacity to care.
She felt stupid for even thinking he would like her poem, since he didn't seem to care much for the ones he did receive.
Hermione had a good idea as to who wrote them, and maybe she was better for him than she herself would be?
'You coward! What the hell are you thinking?
Letting all of us down like this!
Do you think he doesn't know, we never gave our card?!'
'Who sent this chicken upstairs?!'
"It hurts...." Just another thing for her to bury into the deepest recesses of her mind.
She cried herself to sleep, realizing how much of a coward she really was.
Over in the Boy's dorm a few hours later, Lucifer had been turning over in his bed, and felt something was missing.
When Harry had completely woken him and Ron up, "It was Hagrid! He opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago!"
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