Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters. Please don't sue me.

Warnings: Implies Draco/Harry

A.N.: O_o I had to kick my own ass to write again! And you know… I have this connection with voice of reasons and this is the second fic that I put a/ the same voice of reason… hehehe…

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Tonic Mistake

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'I did see him… And ever since then, my mind has been centered on him…'

'What's going on! My heart's pounding like it has never pounded before!'

' I've never really noticed before, but his green eyes really suited him…'

'What the hell!'

He squinted his eyes but was not really focusing on anything. This had been going on for the last half hour. His mind was divided into two, thinking about different things, each trying to dominate his mind. Love and hate; two words that would probably drive him, being a Malfoy who wasn't supposed to believe in love, groundless.

'It's that damned Weasley's doing!'

'But he is kind of lucky to have Harry by his side most of the time…'

'That's it! I must be tired… That's why I'm thinking of--- bizarre things…' He stopped his thinking right then and there… Or did he?

Are you really, Draco? Another voice encountered his head.

'Bloody hell?!'

Hello, Draco.

'Who the bloody hell are you?'

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is that a way to treat your voice of reason?

'I didn't even think that I had one…'

[Sigh] So much for appreciation…

'Humph! Who would appreciate a meddler?'

It's a really good thing that I'm you, or else I would have screamed bloody murder.

'You're me? It's hard to believe.'

Enough of this talk, I'm here to talk about this thing you've being keeping to your head in the past… err… I mean since yesterday.

'Which is?'

Harry, duh.

'What about Harry?' He tried to keep his cool but his voice quivered a little… at least his mental voice did.

You like him. Man! I had an easier time with Duo. Geez… [Sorry ^_^', can't help but put that. He's so much like the voice of reason I put in As Cherry Blossoms.]

'Who?'

Nevermind. Back to the topic: you like Harry.

'How would you know?'

Coming from Duo, I'd consider that as normal. Coming from you, I'd consider that as dense. Duh, Voice of Reason talking here!

Draco snorted.

Not funny, man!

'So you're here to tell me that I'm in love with Harry Potter?'

I didn't say that, you did. I'm just here to say that you like him not love him but I guess since you were nice enough to put that subject in, then I wouldn't mind but try… [grins]

'Now I really know that you are not my voice of reason.'

Does it matter? We Voices of Reasons do the same thing anyway.

'Is that so?'

Yes, And my job here is make you know that you like Harry Potter. Hey, you Potter kid really has beautiful eyes you know…

'yeah'

…beautiful figure…

'yeah'

… and beautiful lips to kiss…

'Where are you getting at?

[snicker]

'What?'

"Uh… Draco?" Another voice that didn't seem like his voice of reason said.

Draco snapped from his thoughts and saw that Crabbe and Goyle were looking at him with very strange expressions on their faces. He cocked his eyebrow and looked back at them. Both were acting very strangely. He blinked a little uncertainly as he realized that mentioning the word "both" was not appropriate at the time. Crabbe and Goyle weren't the only ones looking at him.

"Uh… Draco," One of the two infamous duos was starting to say.

"What is it, Crabbe?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

"I'm not Crabbe."

"Uhh… It doesn't matter. What is it?"

"Well…" Goyle started, "you have this weird look on your face and…"

"What?"

"You're already leaning on your plate, Draco."

Draco pulled his elbow up and noticed some stains that resemble something that now isn't worth eating. He shuddered at the thought that they were going to eat that stuff and brushed his sleeves on the edge of the table and began to stand.

His chair squeaked and that made all heads turn to him, even one particular person that Hermione, Ron and Oliver tried to block. Again, his heart started to pound fast while he thought of something to say to excuse himself from the table.

"I've… got to change." That was lame, Draco, he thought to himself. Very lame…

He walked slowly and calmly across the tables and tried not to look conspicuous… to no avail. Stay calm, Draco. He thought to himself, you must exercise your calm. Calm… calm… calm…

SCREW CALM!

He was going to get away from all those people's gazes and he's going to do it the fastest way he thought was possible! Draco ran towards the main door and slumped against the wall to hide from all the watchful and intent eyes that looked his way. The only thing that he heard were whispered about 'Draco' and 'Weird'.

I need to go back to infirmary… Damn! Bizarre things are invading my precious mind…

He silently walked through the corridors that seem so familiar to him. Each stepped caused an echo in the hall since he was alone. Looking dazed again with the thought of a familiar smile, face and charm, he shook his head and slumped his back against a wall and sighed.

"Damn this…" Draco muttered to no one in particular besides himself, "Why is he affecting me this way! He is Harry Potter… Only Harry… A lover… err ------I mean, an enemy. ARGH!"

That was the last draw for a Malfoy. Since when did I use Harry and lover in the same sentence… In fact, since when did I start calling him Harry? He shook his head. Question like these were said to have driven a muggle mind insane. He began to realize that this was also applicable to wizards.

He heard some footsteps following him, but from the way his feelings crushed his mind, he didn't bother looking at who it was. He just slid to the floor trying to block out all of the noise that his mind and… that other thing was telling him. He wondered what that was called again. Feelings? He snorted to no one but himself. I didn't even know that we Malfoys are supposed to have those…

He knew that it was quite awful to think that he was heartless. He himself admitted that but he lived a life being taught not to love and was always reminded that love was a weakness.

He snorted again. His father would kill him if he should see him now. He slumped against the wall, thinking about that green-eyed Gryffindor that he hated but grown to love------Harry… Hey! Where did that come from?!

He curled himself to a sitting position, lowered his head to his knees and sighed. [A.N. Do you get that position?]

"Are---- you alright?" A voice said. It probably came from that person whom he heard follow him. He didn't bother to look up from his position.

Damn! Why won't people leave me alone! He didn't answer the concerned voice that somehow sounded quite familiar.

"Yeah." Now what the heck?! Why did I say that?! Aren't he supposed to say leave me alone? This is so weird…

"Are you sure, Draco?"

"Yeah… You can leave now…" The voice seem to hesitate but Draco felt the figure retreat at last.

"Hey!" Draco called out from his position, "Who are you anyway?"

The voice seemed to hesitate more. "You know me Draco." The familiar voice stopped, "Harry Potter."

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To be continued…