Summary:
Ok so this is like all the other veela dramonies but I'm going to try and put a twist on it. Draco Malfoy is 1/3 veela blooded. His mother had been half and his father barely any, but both descent from very powerful clans. What starts as an innocent prank ended in disaster. Draco slips Hermione a love potion as a joke, then comes into his veela blood and already having a connection with her, tries to bond with her. He doesn't stop giving her the potion either. In the meantime Hermione is a very important seer and Malfoy is interfering with her abilities to predict/see. What Hermione is supposed to see could very well be the key to winning the war.
Chapter One:
"You want me to what?" Draco practically screamed at Blaise, pulling out his wand. He didn't seem worried though. "I want you to slip Granger a love potion," he repeated calmly. "But that's ... that's just ... " He searched for a suitable word, "repulsive!" he finally came out with. Blaise was still quite stoic. "Maybe, but that's your dare. Besides, it would be a good laugh wouldn't it? Potters little mudblood pining away after you." That would be pretty funny, he thought about it. "Alright, he announced. I'll do it!"
"Excellent", said Blaise, sounding for all the world like he had just closed off some business transaction or something. "You should get your potions from the store the Weasel's brother owns, I hear they work pretty well." Draco laughed, "I'll even spring for rush shipping. I can't wait for the comedy to begin." Blaise smiled mysteriously and left the common room.
As a sixth year and a Malfoy, he had enough power over the younger students that when he requested and order form for Weasely Wizarding Wheezes, one was offered up almost immediately. Draco took it, and of course did not say thank you. The order forms were included in the prophet almost every two weeks bust Draco had never had a reason to have one before. But now... now he was planning mischief of the best sort!
He moved his eyes immediately down to the section for potions. Third from the top was a list of love potions at varying levels of intensity that was proportionate to the price. Draco's eyes immediately found the most expensive one. Amortia: a balanced extract from the known potion Amortentia. Causes deep longing, sexual attraction, and the inability to ignore the desire. Half a bottle lasts 52 hrs. No more than half of a bottle within the 52 hour time frame. Colorless, odorless, and tasteless. 40 Galleons a bottle. Well, thought Draco, why do anything by half. And with that he ordered 6 bottles. And two bottles of the less powerful stuff. Just in case.
He took the form up to his eagle owl, Malkeen, he tapped it with his wand and it sealed. Be held it against Malkeen's leg and tapped it again, to attach it. With that he sent him off. He sighed and began his walk back to the common room, he had some questions for Blaise.
"So how long is this supposed to last," he asked the still stoic Blaise. Who responded with, "As long as you want, mate. I just want to see you do it. Though," he conceded, "see if you can stretch it out to a week, at least. Otherwise there's no point at all, really."
"And why do you want to see this again?"
"I told you, I just thought it would be funny and come on, with exams coming up everyone could use a laugh, right?"
"Right," said Draco, though he wasn't at all convinced. "Well I'll let you know when I give her the potion."
Blaise smirked, "No worries, I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out for myself."
Three days later, Draco revived a very boring, nondescript looking box. It said in simple black letters on the front, "Mrs. Dowdy's Pepper Up potion." he knew it could only be his love potions. And at a perfect time, too, Gryffindor's and Slytherin's had joint Potions that evening where they were going to be required to make several simple potions in a short time. Including the cure for hiccups and a color changing solution, which Snape required they ingest to test it. Only Slytherin house knew that was what they were doing, though.
By the time potions rolled around Draco had a plan. He was going to slip the bottle up his robe sleeve into his hand. He was then going to walk by her cauldron swinging the appropriate hand and casually let it slip into her potion, without her noticing. Draco bottled and corked a sample of his hiccupping solution and made his way slowly over to Snape's desk. He moved the potion to the front of his hand, from inside his sleeve. He slid the cork out of place and covered the hole with his thumb before any potion could escape.
He walked slowly over her potion, swinging his hand in time with his steps. He swung his hand over her potion and let his thumb slip. With a splash inaudible over the many boiling cauldrons the deed was done.
Only then did Draco realize he had given Granger double the prescribed amount. Shit! he mentally swore. He could only hope the hiccupping potion would dilute it enough so that it wouldn't matter. The mudblood turned back to face her cauldron, now with a vile in hand. She easily scooped some up and corked it. Draco held his breath as he carried it up to Snape. As usual he inspected; he sniffed it, eyed it, and raised the bottle to his face. Draco realized what was about to happen almost a split second before it did. As Snape made to put a drop onto his tongue, as was customary, Draco did the first thing that occurred to him; he shoved his hand into his boiling cauldron. Immediately doubling over in and and crying out, the last thing he thought as he looked at his crimson hand was, at least Snape wont love me, before passing out.
When he woke the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the infirmary. He had been here enough times after Quidditch injuries that he recognized its ceiling as the first thing he saw when he woke up for many years now. The second thing he saw, surprised him far more. He turned his head over and found himself looking into the chocolate brown eyes of Hermione Granger, those eyes that had held so many emotions when he met them, anger, pride, hatred, and disgust, were now cow-eyed and soft. They matched the rest of her face which was wearing an expression of near reverence and adoration. Draco thought it was weird and was about to threaten to hex her into oblivion before he remembered the potion he had slipped her that he had ended up here for. Granger's friends, Potty and Weasel, were probably in detention for pushing him into his cauldron; at least, that was what Snape usually did when a Slytherin got injured., blame another house. It was nearly always Potty and Weasel. He realized that he was still looking at Granger. He looked away and pretended to be groggy and semi-conscious, "Ugh, I'm thirsty," he grumbled in his best just-woke-up voice. He nearly laughed as Granger jumped up to fetch him something to drink. Within under a minute she was back and had a glass full of clear water in her hand, she made to give it to him but Draco was still testing the power of the obsession held over her. He lifted his arm a quarter of the way and then dropped it back to his side, as though weak. She made a distressed sort of coo sound and leaned forward and gently tipped the cup against his lips. He drank earnestly as he discovered he was quite thirsty, and his mouth dry. When the cup was empty she took it away and silently placed it on the bed side table next to his infirmary cot. Also on it was his wand, school bag, and – Clothes! He made a mental check over and found that he was indeed nude beneath the sheets. He was rather panicked and quickly pulled the noticeably thin sheets back over his bare chest. She watched him cover his six pack with a look of disappointment and returned her eyes to his face where she began to smile again. Draco decided he was done testing her and ready to play with her. "Listen Granger," he said roughly, " I don't like you, I never have and I never will. Even if you weren't a filthy mudblood I would still hate you. You're ugly. Your hair is bushy and wild and the color of mud, I prefer sleek blonds. Your clothes are far too unfashionable, I prefer trampy little girls in near skin-tight uniforms, with big boobs." He was watching her face fall deeper and deeper, " And," he said, ready to put the icing on the cake, "you're too smart. Maybe if you were stupider, like your friend Ronald, I could like you, but you're not." And just to make it all clear, "If you were to change all that you would have a much better shot with me." He watched her scurry off and knew she would be making a lot of changes to herself tonight. "I'm kinda hungry," he said to no one in particular. Damn, I should have had her bring me dinner first, ah well, a little hunger in comparison of the comedy tomorrow will bring, well it just doesn't mean as much. He smiled evilly as he called for Madam Pomfrey.
