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The Irresistibility Potion

Chapter 21

"What the bloody hell?!" she squealed.

Hermione rushed towards the two who were oblivious of her approaching. She was in so much shock she started to laugh and when she got to them, she exaggerated the laugh a little – just so they knew that she was there.

Ginny and Blaise jumped when they realised that Hermione was right there.

"Herm…'moine…" stuttered Ginny through uncontrollable giggles.

Blaise laughed too, but more out of panic than the sake of just laughing as he looked up at her. Hermione examined Ginny with her eyes and realised that she wasn't in her right state of mind. "Did you feed her alcohol Zabini?!" she demanded.

This made Ginny screech with laughter and Blaise also chuckled.

"Answer me you loathsome git!"

"No!" he screamed back at her.

Hermione felt herself snarling at Blaise and she helped Ginny up. Ginny could hardly stand up as she was laughing. "Control yourself, Ginny!" she cried.

Ginny foolishly sucked in her lips as if she was trying to hide that she was trying to laugh.

Blaise burst out laughing when he saw the expression on her face.

Hermione snapped him a dirty look, but her eye caught more than just his silly expression while he was snickering. Next to Blaise there was a red Tupperware bowl… a brownie still in place, but most of the bowl was empty.

Hermione's mouth dropped exaggeratingly huge as she gasped and she plopped Ginny down onto the ground. She bent down and picked up the bowl… "Don't touch that mudblood!" Blaise growled at her, suddenly serious as he snatched the bowl out of her hand.

"I knew it!" she screamed and smacked Blaise hard across his face!

"How the hell can you feed Ginny hash brownies?! What the hell is the matter with you Zabini?!"

Ginny crawled silently to a nearby tree to help herself up, no longer laughing – looking frightened.

"I was merely teaching her how to make them…I didn't tell her to make them…" he said in what looked like a dream state.

Hermione got up fast and kicked him in his side.

"Oof!" he cried in extreme pain as he felt her foot jabbing his ribs. He clenched himself tightly and Hermione could've sworn she saw a tear run down his cheek.

She ran over to Ginny and held her up with her right hand. She swung Ginny's left arm over her shoulder and helped her to walk. Ginny could walk, but with a bit of a slow and stupid stumble in between.

Eventually Ginny composed herself and stood upright.

Hermione noticed and they went to sit by another tree, out of sight of Blaise.

Ginny plopped down and giggled as she heard herself fall.

"Like a bloody rag doll, aren't I?"

"A really heavy one. Yes."

Ginny giggled.

Hermione sat across from her and started playing with a twig that was lying on the grass.

"Why aren't you taking me to the common room?" Ginny asked sleepily.

"Because you're a mess. Imagine what everyone will say if they know you're on a high…"

Ginny giggled again, a bit quieter every time now.

"Don't fall asleep. Recover." Hermione told her.

Ginny nodded and tried to keep her eyes open. "Hermione…"

Hermione looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"This is probably a stupid question… but what are hash brownies…?" she asked sleepily.

Hermione grinned. "It's brownies that have cannabis as an ingredient, which explains the psychoactive effect you're feeling…"

Ginny frowned; "Huh…?"

"It's like smoking pot, Ginny - you're high." Hermione said simply.

Ginny giggled. "Oh…"

Hermione kept playing with the twig.

"Hermione…" said Ginny again.

"Yes?"

"I think I'm in love with Blaise…"

"Have you seen Zabini?!" Draco asked rushingly as he grabbed Crabbed on his shoulders.

"Uhm…" after a moment's pause… "…no not all day Draco."

"Well aren't you a big help?" Draco said to him sarcastically and pushed him away.

He walked back into the boys' room and grabbed the stylish hound's-tooth tie that was lying on his bed. He put it around his neck and tied the perfect tie as he looked in his mirror that was resting on his briefcase. He grabbed some hair wax and perfected his crowning glory into a stylish mess.

After about 10 minutes of prepping, Draco Malfoy considered himself ready.

He ran down the stairs again and noticed everyone was already leaving for the feast.

"Oi! Where's Blaise?!" he called. People shrugged, some girls were looking at him from top to bottom which gave his ego a little boost, but it didn't answer his question.

He wasn't going to attend the feast, he was meant to be outside at 6pm.

Draco walked casually out of the common room and into the corridors. Everyone was looking at him, and he liked it. "We're just going to tea Draco, not a bloody fashion parade." Snickered a boy Draco didn't even know.

"For your information, I'm going to a Malfoy tea you twit – you dress up for those. Upper class and all that, not that you'd know." he snapped and kept on walking.

He made his way to the Great Hall and walked in, people staring and pointing at him.

Draco got a wolf whistle from what he expected could only be a sarcastic Weasly twin.

He looked around, but he couldn't see Blaise anywhere. He walked up to the Slytherin table to where they normally sit, but only Crabbe and Goyle were sitting there. "Where in the world is Blaise?" he asked, a little impatiently.

"No idea." They said in unison; then exchanged a stupid laughter as if impressed by their "cleverness".

Draco got a little bit agitated, then he looked around the hall, only to remember that he had forgotten the one girl that seemed stuck in his head all day (except for that moment, of coarse).

Hermione looked up at him.

Her gaze was fixated on how incredible he looked.

Draco winked at her and made his way out again.

He felt his heart beating faster, he didn't know if it was the panic of not finding Blaise or the lust in Hermione's eyes as she gazed at him.

Maybe both?

He made his way out of the castle and was met by a limousine and a dressed-up Pansy Parkinson. Dressed in a figure-hugging lime-green cocktail dress, she definitely looked more decent than she did at the New Years Eve ball.

"Well it's about time too Malfoy!" she hissed.

He snapped a dirty look at her. "You wouldn't even be going if it wasn't for me you ungrateful…"

"Children! Hurry up!" Draco heard his mother calling from the limousine.

Draco sighed and grabbed Pansy by her arm to get into the limousine with her.

Narcissa looked Pansy up and down as the two of them got into the car. It looked like a dirty look, but who really knew what went on in Narcissa's head?

"Where's Blaise?"

"Apparently not coming, I don't know where he disappeared to." Draco said nervously.

Narcissa sighed; "Teenagers…"

Pansy nudged Draco in the ribs, signalling that she wanted to be introduced. Draco rolled his eyes. "Mother, this is Pansy Parkinson. Parkinson, this is my mother Narcissa Malfoy. Happy?"

Pansy smiled a bit of a fake smile at Narcissa. "Sister of the notorious Bellatrix Lestrange…?"

Narcissa winked and smiled at the same time.

"Nice…" mumbled Pansy, looking a bit uneasy all of a sudden. "Nice to meet you." She quickly said and swallowed hard.

Draco looked at Pansy and her sudden odd behaviour, but decided to brush it off and maybe ask her about it later in the evening.

They eventually arrived at an elite restaurant called Polaria's Kitchen. "Mum, aren't we having the tea at home?" asked Draco as he got out of the car.

Narcissa got out too and walked around the car to her son and Pansy who was now exiting the limousine and straightening out her dress.

"That was the plan, but plans change." she merely said to him.

He just nodded and followed his mother who was walking into the restaurant. He heard grunts from Pansy behind him. "You could at least stand next to me and hold my hand!" she spat.

Draco frowned in an are-you-insane sort of way as he looked over his shoulder at her.

"Oh, but if I was the mudblood…"

Draco spun around and poked her on her shoulder. "One more word about Granger and I'm leaving you on the side of the road. Understood?"

Pansy looked at him like she was pleased with herself and merely shrugged.

When they walked in, they were met with a gorgeous view of green and gold curtains and table cloths, lots of golden cutlery, candles, even a violinist.

"Reservation ma'am?" asked the middle aged man, who was assumed to be the waiter.

"Malfoy." Narcissa said in her most bored voice.

"Please follow me…" he said once more and led them to a table full of people Draco had seen before, but never bothered to speak to.

Pansy was a bit uneasy when she approached a table with a couple of Death Eaters surrounding it. Bellatrix Lestrange was sitting at the heart of the table. She swallowed hard.

Pansy, Draco and Narcissa got their seats and said their hello's.

Pansy just nodded and sat down as quick as possible.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, noticing how uneasy she was.

"Nothing." She said quickly and looked away.

He rolled his eyes. "I would push the subject, but I really couldn't care."

Pansy shrugged; it was a bad idea for her to be there.

Draco realised she didn't have a catty comeback and felt weird for a second. "Not used to sitting at a table surrounded by Death Eaters, are we…?" he whispered to her with a sly grin.

She looked quickly at him as if shocked that he said that. "No…" she whispered back.

Just then Draco noticed a very dishevelled looking Blaise trying to convince the waiter to let him in. He looked like he had just thrown on his suit and tie, and ran as fast as he could.

The waiter wasn't budging.

"Excuse me mother, I need to go save that bum over there."

Narcissa looked over her shoulder at Blaise and grinned.

"Well at least he made the effort to come, I'll give him that." She said to Pansy and Pansy tried her best to hide how uncomfortable she was. "You alright, dear?" Narcissa asked, taking a sip of her dry white wine.

Pansy nodded and looked at Bellatrix in the corner of her eye. "Perfectly fine, Mrs Malfoy…"

"He's with us." Said Draco as he came to Blaise's rescue.

"See, I told you!" Blaise snapped at the waiter.

The waiter let Blaise pass and he walked into the restaurant.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Long story."

"Well make it short."

"Hash brownies, Ginny Weasly, asleep under a tree. Like I said, long story."

Draco frowned, then led Blaise to their table.

"Ah the gorgeous Mrs Malfoy…" Blaise said in his most charming voice as he approached Narcissa and lifted her hand and kissed it.

"Narcissa, please Blaise…" She said with a hint of a giggle.

Blaise browsed the table. There wasn't anyone he recognised except for Crabbe and Goyle's parents and Bellatrix Lestrange, who he thought was the sexiest aunt a guy like Malfoy could ever wish for, oh, and then there was Parkinson of coarse.

"Parkinson…" he said and kept his gaze on Bellatrix.

"Hi Blaise." She said, without so much as a bitchy tone.

Blaise turned to look at her and noticed she looked a little uneasy. "You alright?"

"Yes, damn it, I'm fine." She said, slightly clenching her teeth together.

Blaise raised his hands up in defence and made his way to Bellatrix who was now looking at him.

"Ms Lestrange…nice to see you again…" he said and raised her hand towards his mouth to kiss it.

"Charming little boy, aren't you…?"

"Only sometimes…" he said and raised an eyebrow as he kissed her hand.

Pansy took a deep breath as she noticed how Blaise was flirting openly with that woman. How he could openly flirt with a murderess was beyond her understanding.

Blaise then took a seat next to Pansy, who was now sitting in the middle of her two classmates.

Draco was engaged in a chat with his mother about something that Pansy didn't attempt to even listen to.

"How can you flirt with that…that woman?" she whispered to Blaise.

"Oh, easy…look at her!"

But Pansy couldn't and looked at Draco instead.

Blaise noticed this. "Are you sure you're alr…oh!"

"What?" she quickly snapped looking at him.

"Isn't she the one that killed somebody in your family…?" Blaise said like it was something normal to talk about in everyday conversation.

Pansy looked away. "Oh…sorry." He said.

"Leave it."

"Does Draco know about it?" he whispered.

"I don't know, and I don't care. Drop it."

Blaise looked at Bellatrix and remembered that there was some sort of rumour about her having an affair with Pansy's father, then killing him when he wouldn't marry her. Something like that.

"Will you excuse me…?" said Pansy and got up to go to the bathroom.

Blaise moved closer to Draco as he was done speaking to his mother.

"Why'd you bring the psychotic wonder along?" he asked.

Draco pulled a face; "Because she was going to tell everyone that I like Granger."

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "How's that going for you…?"

"Not too bad actually…" he grinned; "I just can't get over the fact that she would make a potion for me to find her irresistible…it's just so unlike her."

"Who Pansy? Of course it's like her!"

"No, I meant Granger…what are you going on about?"

Blaise sat back in his chair and gave Draco a flabbergasted look. "What exactly did Parkinson tell you what happened…?"

"Uhm…" Draco started, a bit confused "…she told me that Granger was falling for me madly and that she mixed the potion to make her irresistible to me and make me not fancy Parkinson…"

"Did she now…?" Blaise asked in a high pitched voice with a silly smile on his face.

Draco frowned. "Yes…"

"What would you do if I told you that you've been deceived, mate?" Blaise asked, folding his arms.

Draco looked at him, still confused. "Go on then…"

Blaise sat back in his chair and told Draco the entire story. He told him the truth that Pansy had foolishly told him and not Draco.

Pansy came back as Blaise concluded the story.

Draco kept a gaze on Pansy as she took her seat. Not a good gaze.

Pansy took the bottle of dry white wine from the ice bucket and poured herself a glass. "Want some?" she offered.

Draco just kept looking at her with pure loath in his eyes.

"Would you like some Irresistibility Potion with that wine…?"

Pansy froze. She turned to look at Blaise who was getting up. "Well I'm going to talk to Bellatrix for a bit…" he said slyly and winked at Pansy.

Pansy turned towards Draco.

"What are you talking about?" she snapped.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Parkinson!"

Pansy took a huge gulp of her wine as she panicked.

Draco turned towards his mother. "Sorry mother, but we're leaving. It seems I've brought filth along this evening and I want to dispose of it." He said, looking dead into Pansy's eyes.

"Alright dear, the limousine is outside waiting. Don't forget to tip the driver." She said absentmindedly as she was busy talking to one of the guests.

With that Draco shot up and called Blaise.

"Leaving already?" Blaise said in exaggerated shock.

They got into the limousine and drove back to school, none of them saying anything to each other.