The Draco/Harry Love Spell - Part 2, "The Spell"
Draco grinned, pleased with himself. It certainly paid to be a Potion master's golden boy, you got the ingredients you wanted without question. Draco started ticking off the ingredients. //Belladonna, Lacewings, Jonquil, Black Rose, Thistledown, Dragon's Blood Powder, and Ash resin to bind it. Blessed Salve, for purity. Check!//
The potion was supposed to taste like cherries, and Draco was afraid that Harry would notice. //But it's so cliche. I mean, cherries. The only way it could have been worse was if it tasted like strawberries. Oh, who cares.// As he started measuring, however, he didn't notice the small sachet of Dragon's Blood slip behind his desk in his private room and lodge between the desk and wall...
"I am so NOT doing that!" Harry shouted. "You're both out of your God-damned minds!" Ron made pacifying motions with his hands, while Hermione checked that no one was coming to investigate.
"How do you even know it's me he's after?" Harry asked, flopping back against the bed and taking his glasses off. He rubbed his hands over his face vigorously. "You seriously want me to take a potion that will make me fall in love with Malfoy? Dreaming, both of you."
"No, of course we don't want you to take it," Hermione soothed. "Only - well, pretend to. Of course, you could take it, then I would be able to give you the counter potion."
"Let me think... no."
"Harry -"
"Hermione, I refuse to love or pretend to love Draco Malfoy. I'd rather kiss Trevor," Harry said, gesturing at the toad that had just popped his head over Neville's beunny slippers. "And I still can't believe that you are actually encouraging Ron into insanity!"
"Harry, mate," Ron tried. "Think about this! It's the most perfect opportunity! All those times Malfoy embarrased us! You can get him back a million times worse!"
"Then why don't you do it?" Harry shot back.
"Because he's in love with you! You, Harry! Stick-up-his-ass Malfoy is in love with his worst enemy, the Boy-Who-Lived! Which, in case you didn't know, is YOU!"
Harry could feel his resistance wearing down. The idea of revenge against Malfoy was so appealing, but the possibility of embarassing himself in front of the whole school...?
//Oh, do it mte.// Harry's brain gave the direction eagerly. //Live a little, laugh a lot. What have you got to lose? Ok, apart from your dignity. No one's saying you have to kiss the guy or anything...//
"Oh, if I have to," Harry said, to cheers from Ron and a somewhat surprising giggle from Hermione.
Draco waited until everyone had gone down to dinner before he slipped two things out. One was Vincent Crabbe's Invisibility Cloak, that he'd gotten after his Third Year. Crabbe was such a mummy's boy it was pathetic. He'd only had to hint at Harry's having one to have his mother rushing out to find one, however illegally. The second was a bottle of ruby red potion, that Draco was going to slip into Harry's pumpkin juice.
//It's not even Potter any more. It's Harry. I've gone to calling him by his first name, like I really do care about him. Oh, Merlin, save me.//
Draco slipped out of the Common Room and into the Great Hall, where dinner had already started. Harry was arguing with Weasley and Granger as he spooned stew into his mouth. Draco slipped up behind him carefully and leant over until he could reach Harry's goblet. //One drop, two, three...// The potion hissed gently and draco prayed that no one had noticed. However, Harry was saying something fairly harsh to Granger, by the looks of it, and didn't notice. Draco sighed and headed back out the doors, stripping off the Cloak and leaving it behind a suit of armour. He strolled back in, trying to look normal.
"Draco! Draco, over here!" Pansy was calling, so he must have succeeded. He sat down and watched Harry carefully...
Harry knew the second Malfoy must have dropped the potion in. No one else recognised, ubt Harry had become used to sneaking about under his Invisibility Cloak and recognised the soft, inexplainable swish of wind, and that feeling the someone was behind you, even though you couldn't see them.
He then noticed, despite still arguing with Hermione over the finer details of their plan to humiliate Malfoy, the small hiss as something red dripped into his pumpkin juice. Then a sigh, and the sounds of someone hurrying away.
He nodded at Ron and Hermione, and said in a low voice, "I think he's done it..."
Hermione and Ron had eventually, God only knew how, convinced him to take the potion, and let Hermione give him the antidote, which was hidden in the dormitories. Harry took a careful sip, the another, and finally drained the glass. He noted that it still tasted like pumpkin juice, but figured that it mjust be a tasteless potion. Nothing happened, but Harry was so geared up he didn't notice...
Slowly, Harry's gaze turned to Malfoy, and green eyes met grey.
Draco jumped a little when Harry looked at him. //Sweet Merlin, he's looking at me, Harry Potter is looking at me, I think it worked...//
There was no animosity in Harry's gaze. In fact, it was normal, almost pleasant. Draco knew that since Harry had hated him - hated him! - before, the potion would take a while to work.
//I should be happy. I should be jumping for joy. But why aren't I? Oh, right, the people in the Hall.//
Draco could still feel a nagging sadness of some kind, but absently pushed it away. He watched Harry carefully, and was rewarded by a sudden smile. He almost fainted. //Oh, oh my God...//
When dinner ended Draco stood up uncertainly. He'd seen Harry leave a few minutes ago, and wondered where he'd gone. He didn't have to wonder for long though. As he left in a crowd of students, strong hands grabbed him and he flew into a heap with someone behind a suit of armour.
//Figures. Oh, well, I can do this.// "Draco," Harry said with a definite purr.
//I think this worked too well. Is there anyway to get him off?// "H-harry," Draco managed nervously, toungue slicking out to wet nervous lips.
//Now, why is this?... Oh, right. I'm under a potion. But shouldn't I have - well, a little less control?// Harry thought vaguely and smiled. "I thought we could have a little privacy." //No, Harry, this is the potion talking. Oh, God, don't do anything dumb. Find Hermione! No, leave him!//
//Oh, God, oh, sweet Merlin, oh ****!// Draco's mind was screaming as Harry's lips met his. Then Draco couldn't think, let alone scream.
Draco grinned, pleased with himself. It certainly paid to be a Potion master's golden boy, you got the ingredients you wanted without question. Draco started ticking off the ingredients. //Belladonna, Lacewings, Jonquil, Black Rose, Thistledown, Dragon's Blood Powder, and Ash resin to bind it. Blessed Salve, for purity. Check!//
The potion was supposed to taste like cherries, and Draco was afraid that Harry would notice. //But it's so cliche. I mean, cherries. The only way it could have been worse was if it tasted like strawberries. Oh, who cares.// As he started measuring, however, he didn't notice the small sachet of Dragon's Blood slip behind his desk in his private room and lodge between the desk and wall...
"I am so NOT doing that!" Harry shouted. "You're both out of your God-damned minds!" Ron made pacifying motions with his hands, while Hermione checked that no one was coming to investigate.
"How do you even know it's me he's after?" Harry asked, flopping back against the bed and taking his glasses off. He rubbed his hands over his face vigorously. "You seriously want me to take a potion that will make me fall in love with Malfoy? Dreaming, both of you."
"No, of course we don't want you to take it," Hermione soothed. "Only - well, pretend to. Of course, you could take it, then I would be able to give you the counter potion."
"Let me think... no."
"Harry -"
"Hermione, I refuse to love or pretend to love Draco Malfoy. I'd rather kiss Trevor," Harry said, gesturing at the toad that had just popped his head over Neville's beunny slippers. "And I still can't believe that you are actually encouraging Ron into insanity!"
"Harry, mate," Ron tried. "Think about this! It's the most perfect opportunity! All those times Malfoy embarrased us! You can get him back a million times worse!"
"Then why don't you do it?" Harry shot back.
"Because he's in love with you! You, Harry! Stick-up-his-ass Malfoy is in love with his worst enemy, the Boy-Who-Lived! Which, in case you didn't know, is YOU!"
Harry could feel his resistance wearing down. The idea of revenge against Malfoy was so appealing, but the possibility of embarassing himself in front of the whole school...?
//Oh, do it mte.// Harry's brain gave the direction eagerly. //Live a little, laugh a lot. What have you got to lose? Ok, apart from your dignity. No one's saying you have to kiss the guy or anything...//
"Oh, if I have to," Harry said, to cheers from Ron and a somewhat surprising giggle from Hermione.
Draco waited until everyone had gone down to dinner before he slipped two things out. One was Vincent Crabbe's Invisibility Cloak, that he'd gotten after his Third Year. Crabbe was such a mummy's boy it was pathetic. He'd only had to hint at Harry's having one to have his mother rushing out to find one, however illegally. The second was a bottle of ruby red potion, that Draco was going to slip into Harry's pumpkin juice.
//It's not even Potter any more. It's Harry. I've gone to calling him by his first name, like I really do care about him. Oh, Merlin, save me.//
Draco slipped out of the Common Room and into the Great Hall, where dinner had already started. Harry was arguing with Weasley and Granger as he spooned stew into his mouth. Draco slipped up behind him carefully and leant over until he could reach Harry's goblet. //One drop, two, three...// The potion hissed gently and draco prayed that no one had noticed. However, Harry was saying something fairly harsh to Granger, by the looks of it, and didn't notice. Draco sighed and headed back out the doors, stripping off the Cloak and leaving it behind a suit of armour. He strolled back in, trying to look normal.
"Draco! Draco, over here!" Pansy was calling, so he must have succeeded. He sat down and watched Harry carefully...
Harry knew the second Malfoy must have dropped the potion in. No one else recognised, ubt Harry had become used to sneaking about under his Invisibility Cloak and recognised the soft, inexplainable swish of wind, and that feeling the someone was behind you, even though you couldn't see them.
He then noticed, despite still arguing with Hermione over the finer details of their plan to humiliate Malfoy, the small hiss as something red dripped into his pumpkin juice. Then a sigh, and the sounds of someone hurrying away.
He nodded at Ron and Hermione, and said in a low voice, "I think he's done it..."
Hermione and Ron had eventually, God only knew how, convinced him to take the potion, and let Hermione give him the antidote, which was hidden in the dormitories. Harry took a careful sip, the another, and finally drained the glass. He noted that it still tasted like pumpkin juice, but figured that it mjust be a tasteless potion. Nothing happened, but Harry was so geared up he didn't notice...
Slowly, Harry's gaze turned to Malfoy, and green eyes met grey.
Draco jumped a little when Harry looked at him. //Sweet Merlin, he's looking at me, Harry Potter is looking at me, I think it worked...//
There was no animosity in Harry's gaze. In fact, it was normal, almost pleasant. Draco knew that since Harry had hated him - hated him! - before, the potion would take a while to work.
//I should be happy. I should be jumping for joy. But why aren't I? Oh, right, the people in the Hall.//
Draco could still feel a nagging sadness of some kind, but absently pushed it away. He watched Harry carefully, and was rewarded by a sudden smile. He almost fainted. //Oh, oh my God...//
When dinner ended Draco stood up uncertainly. He'd seen Harry leave a few minutes ago, and wondered where he'd gone. He didn't have to wonder for long though. As he left in a crowd of students, strong hands grabbed him and he flew into a heap with someone behind a suit of armour.
//Figures. Oh, well, I can do this.// "Draco," Harry said with a definite purr.
//I think this worked too well. Is there anyway to get him off?// "H-harry," Draco managed nervously, toungue slicking out to wet nervous lips.
//Now, why is this?... Oh, right. I'm under a potion. But shouldn't I have - well, a little less control?// Harry thought vaguely and smiled. "I thought we could have a little privacy." //No, Harry, this is the potion talking. Oh, God, don't do anything dumb. Find Hermione! No, leave him!//
//Oh, God, oh, sweet Merlin, oh ****!// Draco's mind was screaming as Harry's lips met his. Then Draco couldn't think, let alone scream.