Desperate calls for desperate measures

A/N: Hi! I'm AddictedtoReadingJC. This is my first ever fanfic on Dramione-which I think is an awesome couple! This is set during the Battle at Hogwarts. Please excuse all horrible grammatical mistakes since I am not a native speaker… Thanks so much! Now, on with the show!

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy

I held my breath as Bellatrix, whom was dueling Ginny, Luna and Hermione, swiped her wand again, a killing curse missing Ginny by an inch.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

Throwing off her cloak, Mrs. Weasley stepped in and started to duel.

Was she crazy? I can't believe she would be that stupid. She would get killed! Or maybe not… she is a great witch…Maybe she would be able to kill Bellatrix!

On thinking this, my mouth curved up to their infamous smirk. Suddenly, a blurry of brown caught my eye. Hermione Buckteeth Granger had gone against the Weasel's wishes, stepping into another fight. She caught my eye before she slashed her wand, glaring at me with her chocolate eyes.

She started to duel the Deatheater, her brown bushy hair waving past her slender neck.

Gorgeous.

Shit, Draco. What is wrong with you? The mudblood? Are you serious?

Hey, hormones fault, not mine!

I stared again at Hermione, her wand slashing, her arm pale against her cloak. Her eyes looked like melted chocolate, and she looked cute, frowning in concentration. Her lips plump and glistening red. Nobody looked so ravishing right now.

O merlin. You're falling for her ferrethead!

No, I'm not. And anyway, there were rumours saying that she kissed Weasel in the common room just now.

You think you're not better than that bloodtraitor, huh?

Hey! I didn't say that!

Well, then go get her!

Wait, what?

You heard me, go help!

Wha- who are you, anyway.

I'm the little voice inside your head that is always right. I repeat: ALWAYS

Great, now I'm talking to myself. What does that mean again? I think I remember something vaguely from the compulsory Muggle Studies McGonagall assigned to us… Hmmmm….O gawd, it's coming back to me…

Lovesick, or commonly known as having a crush by Muggles is something most human beings encounter. This does not include being forced a love potion. Symptoms are blushing nervously, tittering, giggling, talking in too loud voices and doing embarrassing things such as stumbling and dropping stuff; things that attract the wrong kind of attention. People hear contradicting voices in their heads. Minds go completely blank in the presence of the so-called crush, and results in normally the wrong way predicted.

We-ell… that's crap, isn't? Why would we listen to these Muggles anyway?

Because they're right.

Shit, you. Shut up!

Nah, not shutting.

"Uhhhh….." I said, groaning. Whipping out my wand, I proceeded to walk over to Granger and her winning opponent.

Well, I tried to. That was before Weasel, trying to stop me from advancing towards his love-for-life, tripped over Neville Longbottom, who was sprawled on the floor, and landed on me.

Punching me god-knows- how-many times in the gut, he stopped only to roar at me, "Don't touch her, you bastard!"

Whoa. That was unexpected. He throws painful punches for such a scrawny git, too.

"Trying..to help…asshole," I spat out, glaring.

"Oh."

"'Oh' is right!"

"She doesn't need your help, son of a bitch!" he screamed at me, throwing another handful of punches.

"HEY! MY MOTHER IS NOT A BITCH!" Now I'm yelling too. Great. Just fantastic. Pushing the red-haired off, I stalked off, only to find Hermione staring at me, along with the Deatheater… and most of the school.

Crap.

Trying to find a comeback, I prepared to sneer at her and deny anything.

"LOOK OUT, GRANGER!"

Her eyes widened, as a curse flew from the Deatheater's wand and hit her right on the heart. She crumpled to the floor as a crowd of onlookers swarmed towards her.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" I yelled at the fucking Deatheater, not trying to look at Granger.

This time, the lousy black robed guy hit the floor with a crack.

And I blacking out, fell on the ice-cold floor too.