Draco's Point of View
"Draco Malfoy." The fat woman in the portrait grumbled. "You do in fact realize that this is the Gryffindor common room, and not your own?" I sneered at her.
"It's none of your business, what I do, and do not realize. I'm waiting for someone." She rolled her eyes, and turned away as the portrait swung open, and the bushy haired witch stumbled out of it, eyes pointed at the ground. In her arms were a bundle of books. I didn't step back in time, and she ran directly into my chest, her books scattering to the ground.
"M-Malfoy." she stuttered her eyes were wide open and she looked horrified. "What are you doing here?" I looked at her with a burning curiosity. Almost a tenderness that I couldn't describe, and I hated it. Since when had I ever had any type of feelings for this Mudblood? I held out my hand and opened it, curled into my palm was a red Gryffindor tie.
"I came to find out, how this came to be in my possession last night." I said slowly, grabbing her hand and transferring the tie into it.
"Well…Did you…find it?" She asked slowly, I frowned. I could tell she was lying to me.
"Of course I found it!" I hissed, my temper was rising. "I very well didn't steal it. It wasn't given to me." He paused. "At least, I don't think either of those happened. The problem is, I walked into the room of requirement last night, and I don't remember anything that happened. I came to you to find answers."
She just stared at me blankly, and looked to be contemplating something within the confines of her mind. After a few moments she adjusted her skirt and looked me square in the face. "Well, you would do well to seek your answers elsewhere Malfoy." she said while dropping to her knees to retrieve her fallen items. I dropped down in front of her and began gathering them up into a neat stack while she stared at me, eyes burning with curiosity.
"The thing is, is that my tie is missing." I said insisted, I heard her audibly gulp.
"What's that Malfoy? Your…Slytherin tie is missing?" I smirked as I noticed Potter walking up behind her. Her eyes widened with horror before she turned around to look at him. "That's so odd, as Hermione, happened to come back last night with—" I stifled a chuckle as Hermione tackled Harry, slapping her hand over his mouth. I felt myself grow warm as I got a glimpse under her skirt.
"I came home without a tie." She gasped, before giggling, "Perhaps someone is stealing ties." she finished lamely. Harry looked at her with eyebrows raised and I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to retort when Professor McGonagalls's voice pierced the air.
"Mr. Malfoy. What business do you have outside the Gryffindor common room?"
"I just had matters to discuss with Granger here." I said coldly before turning around walking out of the corridor, stopping at the corner and listening.
"And you two, please stop…Whatever it is you two are doing…Here." I stifled a snicker, before slipping into an abandoned classroom as McGonagall passed. When I heard her footsteps retreat, I slid out and watched Granger and Potter. Hermione quickly jumped off Potter and smoothed her skirt.
"So, how did you go about getting Malfoy's tie last night?" Harry demanded, standing up.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." She mumbled defiantly. He rolled his eyes, so she turned around and began walking towards the Great Hall. Harry followed behind her.
"You're lying." He stated simply. She sighed and stopped walking.
"I fell asleep in the room of requirement after throwing my tie on the ground. I woke up to Malfoy walking in, I guess he had taken off his tie also. We started…talking, about why I was upset and such, and before I left I must have put on his tie on accident. Before I left I Oblivated him, so he wouldn't have the chance to gossip about me." I scrutinized her face and quickly came to the conclusion she was lying. If that was the truth, then why the hell had I been naked? But based on the look on Potter's face, he believed her. I frowned and began walking down the hallway at a quick pace, so they wouldn't see me. A few minutes later I was sitting in the Great Hall between Crabbe and Goyle, with Blaise in front of me. I sat with my head down, absentmindedly stabbing the food on my plate repetitively with my fork. Blaise watched me for a few minutes before grabbing my wrist.
"Damn man, what did that biscuit ever do to you?" he said, his expression one of amused worry. I shook my head and set my fork down.
"I'm not hungry." I sighed and stood up, my cloak trailing behind me as I walked out of the Great Hall, towards my potions class. I had to figure out what happened between Granger and I. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her face, every time I was near her, I had to suppress the urge to touch her soft skin. I slid to the floor near the opening of the dungeon, and slammed my fist into the wall.
The great, pureblooded Draco Malfoy couldn't suddenly be falling for some know it all Mudblood. There had to be something behind it. A spell maybe. Or a potion. Maybe Herm—Granger slipped me a love potion while we were in the Room of Requirement. I narrowed my eyes and jumped to my feet, determined to find Professor Snape. I slid through the dungeon doors into the Potions Classroom, to find Snape sitting at his desk at the front of the room.
"Mr. Malfoy, here to class early today I see." His cool mocking voice broke the air.
"Actually, sir, I have a question. Is there anyway to check to see if you're under any kind of potion or spell, like perhaps a love potion?" I mumbled, disgusted with myself for going to him for advice.
"Why, Mr. Malfoy? You believe one of your secret admirers slipped you a love potion?" He smirked. "What are your symptoms?"
"I…Hated this girl up until last night, and all of a sudden, I feel some sort of strange attraction to her, and I can't stop thinking about it…" I watched his smirk grow more pronounced as I spoke.
"You're not under the effect of a love potion, Mr. Malfoy." Snape murmured quietly, rising to his feet. "If you were, you would be out looking for this girl instead of here asking me stupid questions." I scowled and stomped to my seat as the humiliation set in. After a few seconds people began to enter the room, and to my surprise, the people weren't the normal Hufflepuffs who usually shared this period, they were clad in red and gold.