Draco sat still up in the hospital wing while Madam Pomfrey wrapped his hand in bandages. She had just finished mending the broken bones in his knuckles. It was the second time in a fortnight that Draco had to go to the hospital wing due to injuries to his hand. He always told the nurse, when she asked, that he had been in a fight.
The truth was he had an unshakeable habit of putting his fist through the nearest wall whenever he caught site of strawberry curls. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Her milky white skin was silken and smooth. Her hair, a colour blend between blood and strawberries, hung in loose curls all the way down her back. She stood tall at five feet nine inches and her slender figure was enough to drive any man crazy.
And that was exactly what she was doing to Draco. She was continuously teasing him, torturing him, flaunting in his face what he could never have. Her beautiful smile and musical laughter haunted his wet dreams. The long bouncing curls held him captive every time he caught sight of them. Her beautiful pink lips and chocolaty brown eyes promised him nothing but trouble.
Rage coursed through his veins at the mere thought of her with anyone else. He had been lusting after her for over a year now and he was starting to crack up. He had never openly pursued her. He merely contented himself in admiring her from afar. He hadn't even dared to smell the hair that haunted his every waking hour. Before he had found his condition quite manageable but things had changed. Made worse this year by the fact that she, Ginny, had been made a prefect and they now had bi-weekly meeting together.
Every meeting started out the same. The head boy and girl, a pair of trumped up Ravenclaws, called them to order to discuss new business and old business. The order was always short lived as minor fights broke out between the houses at which point she would revert back to her usual self. Which was a giggling, flirtatious, little nymph.
Draco watched her from across the table, boiling in his skin, as she laughed loudly at something stupid Ernie had said. She touched his arm in, what Draco considered, an inappropriate way. Draco dropped his pencil, quite accidentally, and ducked under the table. Sure enough her hand was resting comfortably on his knee. Completely unacceptable! Ernie was a dead man!
One of the idiot Hufflepuffs set off a dung point, apparently to prove a point, instead everyone bolted for the door. There was a scrum at the door and everyone started queuing up to get out. She ducked in front of him her wild red hair brushed softly against his cheek and lips as she swung her head around to face the front of the line.
He could have melted on the spot, instead he chose to try and maintain some semblance of composure as her body mashed up against his. The only thought in Draco's mind at that moment was that the only thing separating his naked body from hers was a few thin pieces of fabric. He could feel all his blood rushing towards his cock as it became increasingly hard. He didn't know why but he chanced a quick sniff of her hair. She smelt like wild berries. He had to be careful now, any wrong move and the game would be up and she be made instantly aware of how he felt by what she felt.
Unfortunately, for Draco, that was the perfect moment for some snot nosed little fifth year to push him from behind. He was smashed up against her with brutal force. Well that figures, Draco thought sardonically to himself, God does hate me.
She looked back at him an unreadable expression on her face. Draco couldn't tell if she noticed anything and he didn't wait around to find out. He squished out of the door and started walking back towards his common room. His long blond hair danced rebelliously in front of his eyes. He brushed them impatiently out of his eyes. He had just finished turning the first corner when he heard running foot steps coming from behind him.
He turned and stood impatiently with one hand on his hip. Ginny ran up to him, her breasts bouncing only slightly, and came to a halt less than a half a foot away from him. She leaned forward, for one wild moment Draco thought she was going to kiss him.
Instead she bypassed his lips and went straight to his ear where she whispered. "I had no idea you found prefect meetings so… exciting" she pulled back from him and looked straight into his silver eyes. She smiled widely then turned, her hair splashing him in the face with silken tresses, and left, her red hair bouncing down her back taunting Draco's thoughts.
Draco stood frozen on the spot his mouth hanging open stupidly.
Draco had returned to his dorm room painfully aroused and in a towering temper. He glared at the room before covered from top to bottom in silver and green. He hated it. Silver and green bed sheets, silver and green carpet, silver and green curtains. It was silver and green that was keeping him from her. He had no doubts in his mind that if he were surrounded by gold and red he would be with her right now.
Silver and green. His father's colour's, his fathers rules, his fathers hatred that kept him from her. He knew that if word got back to his father that he was dating a 'blood traitor', as it inevitably would what with all the spies his father had, that the relationship would be finished.
Draco feared his father above all else, at times even above the Dark Lord. His father had proven to Draco at a very early age that he would use any means necessary to control him. If Lucius ever found out about Draco's lust he would pay dearly for it.
Draco wasn't sure exactly what his father would do, where his father drew the line. He had already submitted Draco to the cruciatus curse on more than one occasion. What would he do to Draco if he found out? Draco never wanted to find out; he knew his father was capable of murder.
Silver and Green, Cunning and ambition. There was no legendary Gryffindor courage running through his veins. Only the self serving qualities passed down through fifty-two generations of Malfoy's. Perhaps, if had some courage, he would stand up to his father and be with the one he loved.
He stormed across the room and threw his possessions from his dresser across the room. It was driving him mad, it had to end he couldn't deal with the constant stress of wanting her and not having her. He stormed around the room smashing all of his things and putting his fist through the only thing that wasn't solid stone, the closet door.
He sat down on his bed and allowed his newly broken fist to pulse with pain. The skin on his knuckles was torn he allowed the blood to drip thick and red onto the carpet staining it crimson. Perhaps if he bled enough the room would turn a deep red and he would find some courage in the Gryffindor colour.
He would have to return to the school nurse again. She was not going to be pleased it would be the second time in two weeks. He was getting sick of staring at the same portraits on the walls as she repaired his hand.
She kept threatening to report him to the Headmaster or worse his head of house. Professor Snape was a sufficiently accomplished Leglimens. One look and he would know instantly what secrets Draco was hiding. Worse still he might tell Lucius and then who knows what would happen.
This had to stop at once there was too much at risk.
Because Draco was the best in his year at potions he had been delegated the unpleasant task of tutoring the mindless idiots who didn't seem to know the difference between a potion and last nights stew. Every Friday after dinner he would spend two hours 'teaching' them how to brew a potion correctly.
He was the best and he knew it, so he found it very irritating trying to teach what he thought was so simple. To put things plainly he bullied and harassed those students who dared to be so abysmal at potion making. It usually was the highlight of his day. He could practice his scathing insults on the half-wits before he spat them at Potter.
On an average night he usually tutored around eight students. He didn't know most of their names, just their houses and year. He had four Hufflepuffs; two third years, one fourth year, and one fifth year, three Ravenclaws; two fourth years and one first year, as well as one poor unfortunate Gryffindor first year. Draco usually picked on the Gryffindor the most.
He usually hated going to these tutoring sessions not just because of the fact that some of the students gave new meaning to the word incompetence, but also because he suspected that the fourth years only came because they all had crushes on him. They were always simpering over him, something which he found not only annoying but distracting, and they never stopped groping him like he was some kind of super star.
They made him dread going their every Friday. This time, though, he was looking forward to it even less. He knew that the second they caught sight of his bandaged fist they would be worse then ever fussing over him. He had entertained thoughts over dinner of just skiving off the entire thing, but he knew professor Snape would be livid, and he had good reason to keep on his good side.
He sighed heavily as he reached the dungeon door and resigned himself to get it done and over with. He reached one finely manicured hand out to open the door and took a deep breath. He walked sedately into the room taking a mental count of the students gathered there. Two first years at the back, his fan club front center, two Hufflepuffs to the left, one fifth year in the very back and someone in a hooded cloak hiding in the shadows at the back.
Wearing a cloak and hiding in the shadows. Someone obviously didn't want anyone knowing they were here. Draco would die of laughter if it was one of his fellow sixth year, better yet if it was Potter or Weasley.
"I see we have a new student with us today, my fan club grows larger. You will remove your cloak and unpack your things. Today we will be brewing the 'imperium adamo infinitas' potion. Brewed correctly you will have a variation on your standard love potion. Brewed incorrectly and you will get poison. I will test all of your potions on a volunteer." He said this in a very bored drawling voice.
At the word volunteer his fan club had burst out of their seats in an effort to raise their hand the highest. He scowled and turned from them to survey the crowd. His eyes lingered on the Gryffindor who was trying to blend in with the back ground and failing miserably. He spotted the still hooded stranger in the midst "I believe, and correct me if I'm mistaken, that I asked you to remove your cloak." He said with supreme sarcasm.
He strolled almost lazily over to the stranger and stared down at the still concealed figure. "I think we've found our volunteer. Oh and class you needn't be too careful with this potion I'm sure the poison it produces is nothing that Madam Pomfrey can't cure. But of course there is that horrible skin rash as well as pimples that cover the whole body." He was trying to get a reaction out of the stranger but it wasn't working
Oh well we'll just have to slip some 'veritiserum' in with the poison see if we can't get a response then.
Draco walked back up to the front of the class and left the instructions on the board. He started working on his own homework for transfigurations class. That stupid old bat was always giving them more homework than any other class.
He heard a loud splash and an odd hissing noise he looked up. one of those stupid simpering girls had done something funny to their potion and it was now glowing violet.
"What happened here" Draco drawled
The blond Hufflepuff nearest him batted her eyelashes and began to explain "I was just minding my own business brewing the potion like you said to when Dru" She pointed at the brunette that had snuck up on Draco's other side. "Dropped my transfiguration notebook into my potion" She looked up at Draco with fake tears in her eyes.
Draco turned to Dru, who had put on her best lost little puppy face, and said "Why did you do that" He sounded utterly bored.
"Because she had written awful lies all over it and I was tired of her teasing me with it when nobodies looking" Dru started to fake cry too. It was too much for Draco, he wanted to kill himself and be done with this hell.
"Whatever you both receive a zero clear out your cauldrons and go back to your houses." He turned to address the rest of the class "you should all be done brewing your potions I shall now test them on our new friend"
Please come to the front of the class. The stranger hesitated for a moment and then strode forward. That took courage, perhaps it was a Gryffindor, maybe even Potter, but he mustn't get his hopes up. The person pulled a chair out from the last row of desks before the front and brought it up with them. They sat down and kept their head low.
"Now who can tell me what the effects of this potion, if brewed correctly, will have on the taker?" Draco asked not really hoping for an answer. To his utter astonishment a hand rose into the air. It was the fifth year.
"The drinker will fall in love with who's ever essence is mixed in with it. As well, they will be forever under the complete control of the person they have fallen for." The boy said tentatively.
"Very good. And what happens if no essence is added" Draco added his voice thickening a little with excitement, talk of power always did that to him.
Yet again the boys hand rose into the air "all of their energy will become focused into one person, the person they are currently infatuated with. If there is no one than they will simply love everyone and everything for an hour or so." He looked nervously around.
Draco wondered vaguely why a potion so potent was in the school syllabus at all. He circled the hooded stranger like a predator closing in on its prey.
"I must ask you firstly whether you are currently infatuated with anyone. If you are I cannot administer the potion" He said this all in a bored routine read 'em there rights sort of way. "Are you?"
"No" A thick melodious voice answered, it was definitely female and familiar.
"Are you absolutely certain? The effects are reversible but the antidote takes a full lunar cycle to brew and that is a long time to be at someone's beck and call" Draco was getting more and more excited. It was the highlight of his tutoring career.
"Yes" The girl answered.
He stepped forward next to the nearest cauldron. He pulled a flagon from his robes pocket and scooped up some of the potion. It looked alright, smelt alright, maybe there was some hope for these low brow morons yet.
He walked back to the cloaked girl and handed her the potion. She took it with long manicured fingers and brought it to her lips. She hesitated but a moment and then threw the whole thing back like a shot of hard liquor. Her hood fell off.
Waves of crimson curls tumbled down her back. Her milky skin flushed red for a moment. She looked up at Draco and smiled; she hid things behind that smile that made Draco blush. Her perfect pink lips moved as she spoke "all gone". She shook the empty bottle to emphasize the point.
"Class dismissed" He said as an after thought.
She got up off the chair, deliberately brushing up against him, and started to walk away. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. "What is the meaning of this" He asked in shaky tones.
"I would have thought that was quite obvious. I took a potion that you gave me and drank it. And you say that we are the slow ones" She said in silky tones sarcasm only slightly tainting her voice. She left the room.
Draco just stood there stupidly for a minute or two trying to register what had just happened. She had taken a love potion. She wasn't high on love so she obviously was infatuated with someone when she took it. Did she know before hand? Who was it that she was crushing on? If it was Ernie he was going to kill him.