Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I am not the owner of these awesome books nor am I the creator of these awesome characters; I am just obsessed with Harry Potter and this is my expression of admiration for JK Rowling's work.
A/N: This is my first fanfic so please be nice! R&R if you want more!
Persuaded by the Potion
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger leaned against the dungeon wall, closing her eyes, secretly wishing that she could just shut up her two closest friends. Next to her, Harry and Ron continued with their conversation about Quidditch arguing heatedly whether Chudley Cannons or Puddlemere United was the better team, not noticing the fact that Hermione had stopped to take a rest.
It was their seventh year, their last year at Hogwarts, the year where all would be decided. The year where Harry's final battle would take place. The year where they would decide what to do with the rest of their lives.
Hermione pushed off the wall and headed towards her friends to walk to their first class of the year, Potions with the Slytherins. Trailing behind her friends, Hermione felt her gaze drift over to Draco Malfoy's platinum blond head of hair. Was it just her or had the the blond Slytherin grown even more attractive over summer, if that was even possible. For years she had harbored a secret crush on him, but the fact that they were in separate houses and led separate lives meant that they could never be together. Every time that he had spoke to her, every time that he had called her "mudblood", she reveled in the attention, though it wasn't exactly the kind of attention that she wanted.
Feeling the gaze of someone's eyes, Draco turned around swiftly and Hermione gaping at him. She quickly turned away from him, establishing the fact that she had indeed been the one watching him. Strolling over to where Hermione was walking, he quickened his pace and leaned over to her ear.
"Like what you see, mudblood?" he murmured to her, blowing softly in her ear. Turning bright red, Hermione squeaked and walked closer to Harry and Ron. Feeling that justice had been served, Draco entered the classroom and took his regular seat by Pansy in the back of the dungeon. Sprawled on his seat, Draco seemed at ease. As everyone took their seats, Snape sauntered in, late as usual.
"Today we will be brewing the Malignity Potion. One drop of this on anybody's skin will lead to a life of hatred, betrayal, and despair against the one who spilled it on the person. So I trust you to be careful, wouldn't want any precious friendships to end, would you?" Snape stopped to smirk.
"Follow the instructions on the board precisely for one wrong movement or ingredient can cause the potion's result to change completely. Can anyone tell me what that ingredient is and what the result would become?" drawled Snape, sneeringly ignored Hermione's hand.
"Anybody?" Snape called out, purposely overlooking the only hand raised in the room. "Draco? The answer please."
"By adding chopped mistletoe leaves to the potion rather than the chopped thyme, the potion exposes and magnifies any feelings of the victim to the one who dropped it on him whether it be love, hate, etc.," droned Draco in a bored, robotic tone.
"Good except you forgot to mention that there is no way to reverse the damage that has been caused. You have an hour and a half to brew the potion. You may begin," replied Snape to the tired students, "I said MOVE! You have now have eighty-nine minutes remaining."
Quickly pairing off, the students headed to work.
Standing next to Neville, Hermione could feel the looming pain of a migraine. Hermione leaned back and let Neville take over, the thought that maybe it wasn't her best idea lurking in the back of her mind. Neville gathered the ingredients from the front of the room while Hermione lazily stirred the cauldron's boiling water. Neville returned and as Snape swept by, he whimpered pathetically. Annoyed at her incompetent partner, Hermione grabbed the ingredients and started cutting the shrunken toadstools. She patiently began placing the ingredients into the cauldron, ignoring her partner who had shrunk to a blubbering fool as Snape kept his watch on him as he sat at his desk in the front of the room. Feeling another burst of pain from her migraine, she picked up Neville and told him to continue the potion. Hoping he wouldn't mess up that badly, she headed to the front of the class to speak to Snape.
"Prof. Snape, I've been having some headaches. May I please see Madam Pomfrey?"
"No. Sit down and continue your potion," Snape said, eyeing her with dislike. Snape called out to his class, "I expect you to continue silently with your potions while I retrieve an ingredient from my storeroom." With that, he stalked out of the room, his cape billowing behind him.
Overhearing the encounter Draco called out, "Granger, maybe you should get some more sleep than having 'study breaks' with your boyfriend Harry. O wait… that's right… Harry would rather have Ron."
The room turned silent as everyone stared at Hermione, the Gryffindors willing her to retort. Ron and Harry looked livid but stopped in their anger when they saw Hermione crossing the dungeon instead of returning back to her seat. She walking straight up to Draco. Giving him her death glare, she slapped him across the face. "Why don't you just go home to your little bitch Pansy.. at least she'd screw you."
Pansy looked quite indignant at this statement. She grabbed onto Draco's firm stomach, wrapping her arms around his chest. Rubbing her face into the back of his robes, she cooed to Draco, "Well, at least my Drakie-poo loves me." Ignoring Pansy's futile attempt, he angrily pushed her arms off of him.
Draco's icy blue eyes flashed with anger, and he retorted, "At least I get some ass, mudblood." As he finished the statement, Snape opened the door and walked back to the front of the room. Everyone sheepishly turned back to their cauldrons and wondered what had happened to Hermione over summer.
As the time neared to the end, Snape ordered the class to retrieve a sample from their cauldron and leave it on the top of the table in the front. Hermione sleepily headed to the front of the class, not noticing the evil glint in Draco Malfoy's cold, harsh eyes. As she passed by his cauldron, he bent down to "pick up his quill". He grabbed her ankle, and pulled her down, hard. Collapsing on the floor of the dungeon facefirst, Draco leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Mudblood, that's what happens when you mess with a Malfoy." Wiping the potion that had drenched his hand off, he sprayed Hermione with even more of the potion. He let out a huff, "Let's hope you didn't let your partner Neville screw this potion up too, or I might be declaring my hate for you with an all out war."
Hermione's face changed to worry as she realized that indeed she had let Neville complete most of the potion. She headed back to the cauldron, all of her mild discomfort at Draco masked by the worry of a damaged potion. Hoping to gather another sample for herself and for the class, Hermione looked at the empty cauldron with distress. Snape had already cleared away the area. "Crap crap crap crap crap," she muttered under her breath. She gathered her books and headed out of the classroom to meet Harry and Ron…
Oh how she hoped that the potion wasn't messed up.. she just couldn't imagine what would happen if she started declaring her love for Malfoy at the top of the Astronomy Tower.
A/N – First chappie completed. I think this fanfic's gonna end up short – only 10 or so chappies… I'll try to update as soon as I can. Crappy cliffie but w/e … R&R if you want more chapters