Draco Malfoy snickered to himself as he dipped the sharp silver prongs into the most potent solution he'd ever attempted on his own. Ever since Professor Snape had taught it in his potions class, and Draco witnessed the effect it had on the students that tested it with their partners, he knew it'd be the perfect prank.
The potion he had concocted was none other than the most powerful attraction potion ever designed. So powerful in fact, that the person wanting another persons affections, didn't have to make eye contact or even be in view of their victim. The key to this potion was that the heart that made it would be the one the potion's victim would pine for.
Malfoy fondly recalled the other day when they had tested it in Snape's class. Each Griffindor paired with a Slytherin, so no one would have the advantage to fake the effect without involuntarily making a sickened face. He sat back and laughed as Ron Weasley pined over Pansy Parkinson. Hermione sent a disgusted look in Ron's direction as Vincent Crabbe was on his knees in front of her, declaring his undying love. Draco, luckily, was the receiver of shallow affection. He hadn't worried about taking the potion because he knew Snape would order his partner, Lavender, to test it over him. Sure enough, Lavender was making wild advances on Draco within seconds of taking a dose. Running her hands all over his torso, trying to reach his lips with hers; it had taken all of Draco's strength to try to keep her back at arms length while he could barely breathe from laughing so hard. Snape had then rushed around the room, handing out the antidote to each person. Like a wave, around the room, the love sick faces turned to looking just plain sick. Pity for them the potion doesn't erase your memory. Draco had looked in Hermione's direction and the idea for his scheme hit him at once.
Granger's always so collected, and civil, and uptight, and a Mrs. Know-it- all... and most of all that filthy little mud blood hates me.Draco thought to himself that day in class, wouldn't it be a sight for all that to suddenly change?
Draco held up the necklace that once hung around his now bare neck. A simple thick chain of black leather and coiled around the middle was a small silver serpent, with fangs unsheathed and deep emerald eyes. He carefully made sure the fangs were completely covered in the potion, then stood up and walked out of his room, making his way towards the fat lady's portrait.
He knew he wouldn't be able to get inside the Gryffindor common room, but it wasn't necessary anyway. Keeping well out of view by a nearby statue of a lion, he waited patiently for his opportune moment, like a cobra waiting to strike.
From the inside of the common room, Draco heard three voices approaching the portrait. It swung out and out stepped a scruffy looking red head, followed by a more polished brunette, and finally a boy with glasses and messy raven hair.
"Potter" he sneered quietly. Even the mere sight of Harry Potter, got under Draco's skin.
He snapped back into focus as the famous trio started to walk away from the entrance, and quickly sent the necklace gliding across the floor with a flick of his wand. It stopped inches in front of Ron, Hermione, and Harry. The freshly polished silver had such a shine that all three stopped and stared down at it.
"Wonder who dropped this..." Harry said curiously.
"No doubt a Slytherin." Ron said suspiciously, because it was a known fact that no Griffindor would be caught dead with any thing that had to do with their biggest rival house, and the serpent (Slytherin mascot) was the most avoided.
"I wonder who was up here" Hermione said, as she turned her head in all directions in a paranoid manner.
"Seems a bit too well misplaced if you ask me" Ron hissed in a low tone. Draco rolled his eyes. Just pick it up you gits! He thought.
The three were quiet for a moment, obviously contemplating on whether to walk away, or retrieve it from the floor for closer examination. Then quite suddenly, Draco watched with slight panic as Harry bent down and picked it up. He covered his mouth with his wand-free hand, to cover a potentially loud gasp of horror.
Please don't touch the teeth! Please don't touch the teeth! Give it to Granger you prat!
As if in slow motion Draco could do nothing but watch as Harry ran his index finger over the fangs, and almost could feel it when they suddenly pierced the boy's skin. Draco smacked his hand on his forehead, and cursed silently for his plan going a wry. He turned his head back to watch the boy. Harry stumbled back slightly, and then shook his head.
"Alright Harry?" Ron asked with a concerned look.
"Yeah. Fine." Harry said with a reassuring smile, "Let's head down to dinner"
Draco watched amazedly as the three continued down the hallway towards the Great Hall. "Why didn't the potion work?" Draco muttered, almost disappointed by the failure. He shrugged his shoulders and rose swiftly to his feet. Once the Griffindors were a great distance away in front of him, he followed stealthily behind them, hoping to return back to his common room unnoticed. As they drew close to passing the entrance to Slytherin territory, Draco readied himself to duck into the entrance. At that moment he noticed Harry glance over at the door, then shake his head. Draco watched as Harry took a few more strides past the entrance, then slowly open the fist clutched around HIS necklace and stare at it as he walked. Damn, Draco thought, that's my favorite necklace and he's probably going to throw it away first chance he gets. With a sigh the Slytherin went to push the door open, but then froze at what he saw as he was still watching Harry. Draco Malfoy stared in total shock as his arch enemy took one of his favorite possessions and put it around his neck. He saw Harry clasp it and tuck it under his gray sweater, all the while glancing over at Hermione and Ron, as if he was hoping they wouldn't notice the action he'd done.
"Great, now how am I going to get that back?" Draco groaned. As they disappeared from his sight, Draco went through the door and returned to his room, determined to check the directions of the potion and find out what went wrong. He knew he couldn't have done the potion incorrectly. It was obvious to Draco when he first began at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that his true strength (whether he was the teachers favorite or not) is potion making. He searched the ingredient list and the directions, line by line.
Of course I did it perfectly, he thought proudly as he finished revising the piece of paper. Then he sunk back into his previous confusion. Then why didn't it work? His stomach gave a sharp gurgle, reminding Draco (since he'd skipped lunch to start on the potion) that he was starting to get very hungry. He let out a defeated sigh and left his room once more, now to make his way down to the Great Hall.
The potion he had concocted was none other than the most powerful attraction potion ever designed. So powerful in fact, that the person wanting another persons affections, didn't have to make eye contact or even be in view of their victim. The key to this potion was that the heart that made it would be the one the potion's victim would pine for.
Malfoy fondly recalled the other day when they had tested it in Snape's class. Each Griffindor paired with a Slytherin, so no one would have the advantage to fake the effect without involuntarily making a sickened face. He sat back and laughed as Ron Weasley pined over Pansy Parkinson. Hermione sent a disgusted look in Ron's direction as Vincent Crabbe was on his knees in front of her, declaring his undying love. Draco, luckily, was the receiver of shallow affection. He hadn't worried about taking the potion because he knew Snape would order his partner, Lavender, to test it over him. Sure enough, Lavender was making wild advances on Draco within seconds of taking a dose. Running her hands all over his torso, trying to reach his lips with hers; it had taken all of Draco's strength to try to keep her back at arms length while he could barely breathe from laughing so hard. Snape had then rushed around the room, handing out the antidote to each person. Like a wave, around the room, the love sick faces turned to looking just plain sick. Pity for them the potion doesn't erase your memory. Draco had looked in Hermione's direction and the idea for his scheme hit him at once.
Granger's always so collected, and civil, and uptight, and a Mrs. Know-it- all... and most of all that filthy little mud blood hates me.Draco thought to himself that day in class, wouldn't it be a sight for all that to suddenly change?
Draco held up the necklace that once hung around his now bare neck. A simple thick chain of black leather and coiled around the middle was a small silver serpent, with fangs unsheathed and deep emerald eyes. He carefully made sure the fangs were completely covered in the potion, then stood up and walked out of his room, making his way towards the fat lady's portrait.
He knew he wouldn't be able to get inside the Gryffindor common room, but it wasn't necessary anyway. Keeping well out of view by a nearby statue of a lion, he waited patiently for his opportune moment, like a cobra waiting to strike.
From the inside of the common room, Draco heard three voices approaching the portrait. It swung out and out stepped a scruffy looking red head, followed by a more polished brunette, and finally a boy with glasses and messy raven hair.
"Potter" he sneered quietly. Even the mere sight of Harry Potter, got under Draco's skin.
He snapped back into focus as the famous trio started to walk away from the entrance, and quickly sent the necklace gliding across the floor with a flick of his wand. It stopped inches in front of Ron, Hermione, and Harry. The freshly polished silver had such a shine that all three stopped and stared down at it.
"Wonder who dropped this..." Harry said curiously.
"No doubt a Slytherin." Ron said suspiciously, because it was a known fact that no Griffindor would be caught dead with any thing that had to do with their biggest rival house, and the serpent (Slytherin mascot) was the most avoided.
"I wonder who was up here" Hermione said, as she turned her head in all directions in a paranoid manner.
"Seems a bit too well misplaced if you ask me" Ron hissed in a low tone. Draco rolled his eyes. Just pick it up you gits! He thought.
The three were quiet for a moment, obviously contemplating on whether to walk away, or retrieve it from the floor for closer examination. Then quite suddenly, Draco watched with slight panic as Harry bent down and picked it up. He covered his mouth with his wand-free hand, to cover a potentially loud gasp of horror.
Please don't touch the teeth! Please don't touch the teeth! Give it to Granger you prat!
As if in slow motion Draco could do nothing but watch as Harry ran his index finger over the fangs, and almost could feel it when they suddenly pierced the boy's skin. Draco smacked his hand on his forehead, and cursed silently for his plan going a wry. He turned his head back to watch the boy. Harry stumbled back slightly, and then shook his head.
"Alright Harry?" Ron asked with a concerned look.
"Yeah. Fine." Harry said with a reassuring smile, "Let's head down to dinner"
Draco watched amazedly as the three continued down the hallway towards the Great Hall. "Why didn't the potion work?" Draco muttered, almost disappointed by the failure. He shrugged his shoulders and rose swiftly to his feet. Once the Griffindors were a great distance away in front of him, he followed stealthily behind them, hoping to return back to his common room unnoticed. As they drew close to passing the entrance to Slytherin territory, Draco readied himself to duck into the entrance. At that moment he noticed Harry glance over at the door, then shake his head. Draco watched as Harry took a few more strides past the entrance, then slowly open the fist clutched around HIS necklace and stare at it as he walked. Damn, Draco thought, that's my favorite necklace and he's probably going to throw it away first chance he gets. With a sigh the Slytherin went to push the door open, but then froze at what he saw as he was still watching Harry. Draco Malfoy stared in total shock as his arch enemy took one of his favorite possessions and put it around his neck. He saw Harry clasp it and tuck it under his gray sweater, all the while glancing over at Hermione and Ron, as if he was hoping they wouldn't notice the action he'd done.
"Great, now how am I going to get that back?" Draco groaned. As they disappeared from his sight, Draco went through the door and returned to his room, determined to check the directions of the potion and find out what went wrong. He knew he couldn't have done the potion incorrectly. It was obvious to Draco when he first began at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that his true strength (whether he was the teachers favorite or not) is potion making. He searched the ingredient list and the directions, line by line.
Of course I did it perfectly, he thought proudly as he finished revising the piece of paper. Then he sunk back into his previous confusion. Then why didn't it work? His stomach gave a sharp gurgle, reminding Draco (since he'd skipped lunch to start on the potion) that he was starting to get very hungry. He let out a defeated sigh and left his room once more, now to make his way down to the Great Hall.
