Infatuation Potion
By Blossom Morphine
blossommorphine@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That is a product of J.K. Rowling and Scholastic. But it would sure be nice to own Draco.
Time heals all...Bull.
Draco Malfoy thought this as he was going downstairs to Snape's dungeon. It had almost been a day since he had seen Hermione. Hermione, that mudblood curse of his life. That intelligent, honest, open-minded curse..No! What was he thinking? How could this have come to pass? That Infatuation Potion should be in Moste Potente Potions. All day, thoughts of him showing his "love" in pathetic, pansy ways plagued his mind. He had even seriously thought of looking up famous love sonnets from that muggle freak Shakespeare. Draco shuddered at what that would be like. The Potion had a strong effect. Why had he put so much? Of course, he had not been counting on it being used on him. But the whole time, during breakfast, he had a strong urge to go over to Gryffindor Table to apologize to Hermione about all the things he had ever done to her and her friends. Indeed, that potion was strong in effect. Well, it would seem that he would have to be extra cruel today. He had to, lest she get some fool idea that he loves her or something.
Hermione Granger was rushing to Potions class. She had locked herself up to avoid any Gryffindor or Slytherin who would question her about last night's events. Imagine, Draco Malfoy kissing her! Harry and Ron kept staring at her throughout the day. Ron looked as if he was about to yell at her any second, but Harry would jab his elbow in his side. For that she was grateful. She too had question about last night. Why had he kissed her? And why had she enjoyed it? This was her enemy for goodness sake! He was a Slytherin, the son of a Death Eater and supporter of Lord Voldemort. The times that he had tried to hurt Harry were uncountable. Perhaps he had gone mad. But if that was true, so was she.
As Draco was trying to avoid Pansy's accusing glares, he spotted Hermione coming in through the door. Professor Snape clearly displeased that she was not late, just snorted. She looked wonderful. Her hair was in her usual braid, showing her fresh pretty face. She was also trying her best not to make eye contact with him. He smirked. She was cute when she was nervous.
What! No, she was ugly. She was downright ugly. Hermione was just a disgusting mudblood who would be the first to go when Lord Voldemort came back in his glorious return. Ugh. Now he was thinking like Father. Now he knew he was cursed. For a few moments he thought of a way to bother her. Then he got it. He began ignoring her. When Professor Snape lectured on the importance of Wodan Weeds, he saw that she was trying to catch his eye. So, he turned around to Pansy and said "Pansy, would you like to accompany me to the next Hogsmeade trip on Wensday?"
Pansy smiled at him, obviously pleased. "Why of course Draco," she said in that oily voice of hers. She gave him a simpering smile.
Behind him, he heard a sharp gasp. So, he had hurt the little mudblood. He let out a low chuckle to show his glee at this. But then, he felt an odd pain in his chest. He could not help but think of how Hermione looked. He had hurt her. How could he do that to her? No! She was just a pathetic mudblood. She was the cause of all this. He did not care if she was hurt. Her pain was his pleasure. So let her feel pain!
But then, why did he feel pain too?
Hermione ran from Potions when it ended. There were tears running down her face. How could he do that? That cruel monster. He had asked that hag on a date right in front of her. He was truly a Slytherin! When she tried to not cry, she saw from the corner of her eye that Ron had a look of I-told-you-so on his face. Harry look like he was feeling sorry for her. It was all she could bear. As she ran, she wondered what she could have been thinking. He had not changes. No one could do that overnight. Curse him! She had really thought that maybe, just maybe, they could get close. Perhaps go on a date. Now, she knew that was impossible. Well, she would not waste her time on him. She would hold her head high and proud. She was not the frail type. Hermione would get through this. And nothing would her hold her back!
" I wish he loved me instead"
Blossom Morphine: So, what did you think? Is it good, bad, or just not worth it? You tell me. I will try to continue as fast as I can.