Artificial Lust
By Indigo Blue
AN: and now we go to the Draco-part. No, this won't be Crabbe/Draco. If you want to know the pairing go to chapter one. By the way. I don't know the right terms, but when I speak about the common room, I mean the room where students spent time, and when I speak about dorms, I mean the place they sleep in. If this isn't right, please tell me. I won't change it in this fic, but for the future ones it would be good to know.
****************************************************************** Chapter four - when a spell backfires
Vincent Crabbe wasn't really as stupid as people thought him to be. He had already made a cunning plan (like every good Slytherin) to get Draco to drink the love potion he had stolen. No, he didn't know how the potion worked, but it couldn't be that difficult. He would think about that later. Now he only had to.
"Vincent, you moron! You pushed my glass to the floor!" Draco yelled and glared angrily at him. He tried his best to look like he didn't understand what Draco had said and did it very well.
Draco sat down. "Really, those two don't have brains more than a gorilla does." He muttered.
The words hurt Vincent but he thought about his plan and Draco falling in love with him.
"Here, I got you a new glass Draco." He said and gave Draco the glass he had poured the potion.
Draco looked at him and raised an eyebrow. 'He actually realized to bring me new glass for the one he broke?'
'Please let him take it, please!' Vincent prayed silently.
Draco took the glass.
Vincent watched eagerly as Draco drank the juice but to his disappointment nothing happened.
Then professor Snape came in.
Draco's face went immediately red and he started swooning. With a great self control, it looked, Draco managed not to jump on the professor as he walked by.
Then all color was drawn from his face and the look of utter horror crossed it.
Without a word he ran from the hall.
Draco's POV
'This isn't good. Somehow I drank the potion and now I can't stop swooning over Snape. How did it happen? The potion is safely in my drunk. Oh fuck! Someone has taken it! Think rationally Draco. You drank it this morning, otherwise you would have dreamt about him as well. This morning I only drank juice that Vincent gave to me. Vincent!'
"Vincent Crabbe you are SO dead!" He said to himself and went to the common room. 'When he will come here I have few questions to ask.'
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For a moment later Vincent Crabbe arrived together with Gregory Goyle. They went silent when they saw Draco sitting on the sofa and glaring at them.
*gulp* 'This isn't good. Did I do something wrong?' Vincent thought nervously. 'Draco looks like he wants to kill me!'
"Vincent, did you give me the potion that was in my trunk?" Draco asked with a silky voice.
"Ye. Yes." He answered.
Draco smiled at as warmly as ice. "Did you know what the potion does?" he asked.
"It. It made you fall in love with someone." Came the answer. 'It worked! But he didn't fall in love with me. And now I have to tell him about my crush on him and he'll laugh.'
"No. It doesn't make me love someone. It creates lust. And because you didn't know how to use it I feel like I should go and beg Snape to fuck me!" The last words he yelled.
"Well that is interesting. Although I would advice you not to do it." A voice came from the door.
Draco turned around, completely white, but kept his eyes on the floor. "How much did you hear, sir?" He asked.
"I arrived just in time to hear that you wanted to beg me." Professor Snape said and walked in.
"I. I don't feel well. I should go to bed." Draco said and without waiting for an answer walked to the dorm.
'Oh fuck! It would be worse if he knew about the potion, but this is bad enough. I can't go to the glass like this. Better just stay here and think about a solution. This isn't permanent. Too bad I didn't have time to ask how much Vincent gave me. Why would he want me to fall in love? And with who? I could go and ask, but Snape might still be down there and then. Then I would do the same little trick that Potter pulled on the potions class. This really is ironic. I meant this potion to be used on Potter, and now I'm in the same situation than he is. I must do something.'
By Indigo Blue
AN: and now we go to the Draco-part. No, this won't be Crabbe/Draco. If you want to know the pairing go to chapter one. By the way. I don't know the right terms, but when I speak about the common room, I mean the room where students spent time, and when I speak about dorms, I mean the place they sleep in. If this isn't right, please tell me. I won't change it in this fic, but for the future ones it would be good to know.
****************************************************************** Chapter four - when a spell backfires
Vincent Crabbe wasn't really as stupid as people thought him to be. He had already made a cunning plan (like every good Slytherin) to get Draco to drink the love potion he had stolen. No, he didn't know how the potion worked, but it couldn't be that difficult. He would think about that later. Now he only had to.
"Vincent, you moron! You pushed my glass to the floor!" Draco yelled and glared angrily at him. He tried his best to look like he didn't understand what Draco had said and did it very well.
Draco sat down. "Really, those two don't have brains more than a gorilla does." He muttered.
The words hurt Vincent but he thought about his plan and Draco falling in love with him.
"Here, I got you a new glass Draco." He said and gave Draco the glass he had poured the potion.
Draco looked at him and raised an eyebrow. 'He actually realized to bring me new glass for the one he broke?'
'Please let him take it, please!' Vincent prayed silently.
Draco took the glass.
Vincent watched eagerly as Draco drank the juice but to his disappointment nothing happened.
Then professor Snape came in.
Draco's face went immediately red and he started swooning. With a great self control, it looked, Draco managed not to jump on the professor as he walked by.
Then all color was drawn from his face and the look of utter horror crossed it.
Without a word he ran from the hall.
Draco's POV
'This isn't good. Somehow I drank the potion and now I can't stop swooning over Snape. How did it happen? The potion is safely in my drunk. Oh fuck! Someone has taken it! Think rationally Draco. You drank it this morning, otherwise you would have dreamt about him as well. This morning I only drank juice that Vincent gave to me. Vincent!'
"Vincent Crabbe you are SO dead!" He said to himself and went to the common room. 'When he will come here I have few questions to ask.'
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For a moment later Vincent Crabbe arrived together with Gregory Goyle. They went silent when they saw Draco sitting on the sofa and glaring at them.
*gulp* 'This isn't good. Did I do something wrong?' Vincent thought nervously. 'Draco looks like he wants to kill me!'
"Vincent, did you give me the potion that was in my trunk?" Draco asked with a silky voice.
"Ye. Yes." He answered.
Draco smiled at as warmly as ice. "Did you know what the potion does?" he asked.
"It. It made you fall in love with someone." Came the answer. 'It worked! But he didn't fall in love with me. And now I have to tell him about my crush on him and he'll laugh.'
"No. It doesn't make me love someone. It creates lust. And because you didn't know how to use it I feel like I should go and beg Snape to fuck me!" The last words he yelled.
"Well that is interesting. Although I would advice you not to do it." A voice came from the door.
Draco turned around, completely white, but kept his eyes on the floor. "How much did you hear, sir?" He asked.
"I arrived just in time to hear that you wanted to beg me." Professor Snape said and walked in.
"I. I don't feel well. I should go to bed." Draco said and without waiting for an answer walked to the dorm.
'Oh fuck! It would be worse if he knew about the potion, but this is bad enough. I can't go to the glass like this. Better just stay here and think about a solution. This isn't permanent. Too bad I didn't have time to ask how much Vincent gave me. Why would he want me to fall in love? And with who? I could go and ask, but Snape might still be down there and then. Then I would do the same little trick that Potter pulled on the potions class. This really is ironic. I meant this potion to be used on Potter, and now I'm in the same situation than he is. I must do something.'
