They had done it. They had finally done it. After months of planning, a week of actually making the love potion they had done it. They did it at breakfast, at which all of them were making an effort to seem normal, and not suspicious. Pansy Parkinson, one of the bravest of them all was the one to actually do had done it when he was preoccupied. Draco was reading his morning paper, when she had slipped the potion into his tea. All of that had been taken care of. Now all that was left to do was wait.