A/N -> I know I haven't written for a while but don't expect me to continue my other stories. It's been to long and I'm out of touch. thanks to all my faithful reviewers though. I hope you enjoy this one just as much. My usual Draco/Hermione with just a little twist. Please review and let me know if its ok. Thanks

Riley


Potions Gone Awry

Prologue

The air was cool and crisp, quite unusual considering that it was late August. Draco Malfoy put the hood of his jumper up over his head, not wanting to be recognized by any passerby's.

Even though he had been declared innocent and under the Imperius Curse for letting the Death Eaters into the Hogwarts castle, not many witches or wizards believed him. The new minister of magic had a sharp eye, almost as sharp as Mad-Eye Moody. He could tell that Draco was innocent after giving him the once over look.

But the hearing didn't matter to Draco at all anymore. Somehow, after last years events, he had still managed to scrape Head Boy at Hogwarts. He also found out that Hermione Granger was being appointed as Head Girl and that they would be sharing their private dorms together. This didn't bother Draco Malfoy in the slightest for some odd reason, he had been having reoccurring dreams of the familiar Gryffindor, all of which he enjoyed thoroughly. Not to say he was a pervert or anything, but any teenage boy would enjoy those dreams. The thought of not being capable of winning Cinderella over crossed his mind several times. Afterall, he was just a dirty Slytherin scumbag, but of course he wasn't going to change completely for her.

He stopped outside of the Weasley twins joke shop. This place had been a popular spot for him, but he had always made his appearance discreet. He opened the door and slid past the mobs of people towards a door saying "Staff Only". He enjoyed sneaking in while it was busy to see what new features were being made for his own amusement. Draco looked around cautiously, making sure that both twins were occupied, and he slipped past the curtain to the inventing room.

Bottles of odd potions lined the walls while ingredients were stored on shelves on the opposite side of the room. Boxes of all sizes were scattered all over the room. Draco took the time to read all of the boxes, many of which had DANGER labeled on the front. After skipping over many explosives in the boxes he moved over to the alchemy set and took a look at the bottles. His eyes slid over each label carefully, reading each description carefully, chuckling at a couple of them.

His eyes stopped over one bottle. 'Weasley's Magical Love Potion'. Maybe this would be able to help him win Hermione over and help her see that he wasn't what he seemed to be the year before.

"Hey what are you doing in here!" yelled someone from the curtained door. Draco quickly stuffed the pocket in the pocket of his jumper and turned around to be faced with Fred Weasley.

"What do you think you're doing in here?" growled Fred. "These aren't finished yet. I think it best that you get out now."

Draco walked toward the door, his face toward the floor, avoiding Fred at all costs.

"Let me get a good look at you" Fred said, pulling away Draco's hood. Fred gasped, obviously thinking Draco a sin of evil. "Malfoy" he growled.

"Get out of my way Weasley" Draco said, glaring at Fred with his ice blue eyes. Fred glared back at him, but shifting out of the doorway. Keeping hold of the potion bottle with the side of his arm, Draco pushed through the doorway, knocking Fred to the ground.

"If you're wise, Malfoy, you'll stay out of this store from now on" Fred snarled from the ground.

"Or what you'll throw some rubber chickens at me?" Malfoy snickered and walked out of the store and back to The Leaky Cauldron.

He kept the potion tucked safely inside his jumper as he entered the stingy, deserted bar. Tom the bartender threw him a hopeful look.

"The usual Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, his eyes pleading. Draco shook his head.

"Not today Tom. I have some important business to attend to at the manor" Draco said, brushing the bartender off.

"Your father calls, I presume?" Tom asked.

Draco threw himself at Tom, grabbing the collar of his shirt in a threatening way. "My father is dead to me" he spat. With one last glare, Draco walked over to the fireplace, took some floo powder out of the pot and threw it into the fire and stated his destination, The Malfoy Manor.

Draco stumbled in and wiped the dust off of himself. Ignoring the calls from his mother, he quickly slipped upstairs to his room. Being all too cautious he locked his door and closed his curtains. He took the bottle out of his jumper and read the label once more.

"Trying to make someone specific fall in love with you? Well then you have the right potion. Drink this potion and chant the name of the partner of your choice three times and he or she will be attracted to you against all odds. Bottoms up."

Part of Draco's conscience was telling him not to drink it. It wasn't finished yet. What if something went horribly wrong. But then he looked on the good side and smiled. Nothing could possibly go wrong, and if it did he would probably only turn purple, something he could fix with a flick of his wand.

Draco picked up the bottle once more, eying it suspiciously. Deciding that this was the only way, he brought it to his lips and gulped it down in one gulp. He shuddered at the taste, it was so bitter. He read the bottle once more. Chant the person's name.

"Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger."

It was then that an excruciating pain shot through him from his fingers and his toes. His stomach began to whirl and he fell to a helpless heap on the floor of his room. Everything was spinning as his stomach lurched even more. He could feel the sweat pouring down his body. But as soon as it had started it had stopped. Breathing heavy he closed his eyes. The image of Hermione Granger shone vividly and he couldn't help but smile inwardly.

Little did he know, the potion would do far worse than turning him purple.


Hermione was outside watching Ron, Harry and Ginny work on Quidditch tactics. Harry had come across a letter from Dumbledore in his office stating that if anything were to happen to him, then his one and final wish was that Harry attend his last year at Hogwarts to graduate. Professor McGonagall would have more information on the horcruxes.

But that didn't matter to Hermione. All she cared about was finishing her homework. She was just about to start her Charms essay when she had a sudden feeling that something just wasn't right.

Suddenly her chest felt tight, as if she couldn't breathe. She began to choke and splutter as the world around her seemed to grow dim. She could hear her name being said three times by an unknown familiar voice, but she couldn't tell who it was. She was on the point of passing out when suddenly Draco Malfoy's face came to her mind almost instantly. Quickly she began to feel as if nothing had happened, her chest loosened and she was able to breathe, but the thought of Draco Malfoy sent more chills down her spine than normal. Little did she know, this was the beginning of an interesting year.


A/N -> I hope you all enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think :)