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Draco grinned in triumph across the hall and took a celebratory swig from his own goblet before him staring directly at the Weaselette. The pumpkin juice tasted different. It fizzed and popped and left him feeling all full of warm tickly fuzzies. Draco began to feel strange woozy and light-headed as well as happier than he had felt in a long time. What was worse was the fact that he found himself unable to take his eyes off the youngest weasel.
Draco's eyes became a stormy grey as Potter and Longbottom sat down next to and across from his girl.
WAIT A MINUTE! Did he just refer to Ginny, correction Weaselette, as his? Now he knew something was wrong with him!
Draco reached out for his goblet taking another sip while watching Ginny. The same warm fuzzy feeling from before began to fill him up.
He felt like puking, yet at the same time he felt like singing and shouting and running through the halls with a complete loss of dignity. He was not used to warm fuzzy feelings and feeling so disgustingly cheerful.
Draco looked down at the contents of his goblet and choked. The normal orange of the pumpkin juice had swirls of pink in it and was glowing dimly inside the cup.
Draco's eyes widened in shock and anger as he leapt to his feet and stared at Ginny harder. How did this goblet end up on the Slytherin table and more importantly how did it end up in front of him? This was terrible... yet delightfully wonderful.
Draco stared at Ginny eyes glazing over.
SNAP OUT OF IT! he shouted in his head. Draco grabbed his bag and ran from the hall to his head-boys room.
As soon as Draco got to his head-boys room and had locked it he grabbed 'Moste Potente Potions' from the stand and began to skim through all the effects.
'Intensify feelings for member of opposite sex.' YAY! Now he was in love with the Weaselette. A girl he barely liked before. 'Drinkers of the Verus Amor may become abnormally aggressive towards members of the opposite gender that they see near the object of their deepest affections.' Well that was one effect that he had already experienced. 'There is no way to reverse the effects of the potion.' GREAT! PERFECT! LOVELY!
Draco did not bother to go to Herbology. He just lay still on his bed in his head-boys room staring at the ceiling feeling sorry for himself. What made things ten times worse was the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about a red-haired brown eyed girl. His chest ached and he longed for her, just to see her would be enough to sate his need. He felt his hand clutch his robes over his heart. He trembled a little before jumping to his feet. He had to see her! He did not think he could last much longer without her.
For the first time in Draco's life he knew he truly had a heart. He jumped up from the bed refusing to feel sorry for himself any longer. He would simply win the Weasleys' heart and have her for his very own were his thoughts as through the halls on his way to lunch.
Draco walked all all the way to the stairs with his head down hoping not to be spotted. He needed time to plan out how he was going to get the Weasley's attention as he did not appear to have her impressed as of yet. All the other girls in the school were dying to go out with him...well maybe not Granger...but all the other girls couldn't seem to get enough of him.
"Draco," someone called from a little behind him. Draco turned and saw Blaise walk up next to him. His eyes narrowed. Blaise was constantly hanging around with his girl. They narrowed even more at that thought.
"Blaise," he replied holding in his anger and holding back all the questions he was dying to ask about the Weasley like if she was seeing anyone cause if she was he would have to make sure that stopped.
"What's up?" Blaise asked watching Draco for any sign of what he might be thinking.
"Nothing," Draco snapped at him as they left the dungeons.
"Blaise!" a certain red-head who had been plaguing Draco's thought for the last several hours shouted as she dashed up to them.
"Oh, hello Draco," Ginny smiled at him.
Draco nodded dumbly at his eyes glazing a bit as she turned to talk to Blaise.
Blaise watched him and as soon as he and Ginny had decided when they were going meet that night.
"Bye Blaise," she said, "Bye Draco." She spoke playfully before turning and going to the Gryffindor table.
Blaise observed Draco's lack of ability to make any rude comment or say anything to Ginny for that matter and felt a grin grace his face.
"Draco, normally you exude a much larger amount of poise when speaking to those of the fairer gender," Blaise stated conspiratorially.
"I am afraid I am at quite unsure as to what you are saying," Draco said nastily to Blaise.
"I am saying you have a crush on one Ginny Weasley," Blaise hissed back quietly.
"So what if I do?" Draco snarled back before he thought about it. He mentally slapped himself then.
"Thank you for that useful bit of information," Blaise said barely able to contain his glee. He could get his two best friends together. They would be perfect for each other though they had no idea.
Draco felt his lip curl into what he hoped was a menacing sneer. "As of this morning, my plan to help Pansy get back at the weaselette backfired magnificently though I've yet to figure out how."
"What have you been up to?" Blaise asked the muscles of his face tightening.
"Nothing legal I can tell you," Draco replied mildly picking up his goblet as they sat at the end of the table together. "For the past three weeks I have been brewing a potion in my room, a love potion. Pansy and I'd been planning on secretly giving it to Ginny. Somehow I ended up drinking it." Draco slammed his fist down on the table causing a few second years to glance there way but one look at a mad Draco Malfoy was enough to end any curiosity they had had.
Blaise could never recall a time in his life when he was more confused.
"What love potion?" he asked carefully eyeing his friend.
"The Verus Amor." Draco answered after glancing around and making sure no one was listening.
Blaise choked on a carrot and his eyes grew even larger.
"I know," Draco answered miserably, "I have already looked through 'Moste Potente Potions' and there is no remedy to my most unfortunate situation."
"Don't sound too happy. Let me have a look at the book when we get back to the common room. But I have some more questions, Why would Pansy want Ginny to fall in love? Pansy quite obviously hates her," Blaise's eyes watched him suspiciously, "Why would Pansy not just hex her? That seems more like the thing Pansy would do. Pansy is not exactly subtle."
"Well I convinced Pansy it would be truly cruel to make her fall in love with someone like Longbottom. Pansy hates her more than anyone else," Draco said as he pushed all his food around on his plate listlessly.
"Why does Pansy hate her so much? Where did you get the instructions for the potion as well as some of the more rare ingredients?"
"My family owns a copy of 'Moste Potente Potions' which I chose to use rather than using my free rights to the Restricted section of the library. If our plan had been discovered they could not trace it back to Pansy and me, as the book would not have been checked out. The more rare ingredients I found in my family's private potions ingredient storage area. The brewing of the potion is quite simple. Pansy hates her because you hang out with her and Pansy is jealous. Pansy has been crazy about you since our fifth year." Draco said answering every question honestly.
Draco stood up and left the hall excusing himself to go to the owlry.
On the way Draco began to plan out his letter to Ginny. By the time he got there he had it all planned out and was writing it down. He did not want to put a lot. Not wishing to expose himself.
Draco waved a school barn owl down. He took out his wand and said, "Orchideous."
Flowers burst from the end of his wand. Draco gathered them and wrapped his note about them and he tied it with a green ribbon that had gold lions on it.
Draco handed his note to the owl who took it in his beak and flew off.
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