No, don't' worry it won't be a Harry/Draco slash; I'm just having a bit of fun messing with their minds, lol! Ron's POV, great idea†but I'm not really up to it? Maybe later?
Ginny? Voldemort? Gosh, I've forgotten about them, I've just been concentrating on Draco making a god damn move!!! - Lol! I seem to be confusing many people†damn.
Do you feel like I'm dragging on? Please review and tell me... I reckon I'm rushing it a bit, but that might be cos I'm writing it and everything
TOOK ME SO LONG TO DECIDED WHAT WOULD HAPPEN... enjoy!
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Draco stopped spinning. So did Hermione.
Draco refused to open his eyes. So did Hermione.
Coincidence, I think not!!
"Hermione," Draco heard the Weasel purr
"Hand off!" he heard Blaise. Oh Merlin, what if
"Drackie-pooh!" Anna shrieked at his direction.
"Oh, Professor! I love you! How could've I not seen before? We're perfect for each other!" declared Pansy to Snape. Thank Merlin Pansy didn't look at Draco. She was way across the room. With Potter.
"Pansy! Come back!" he heard Potter pant; oh Merlin what a funny sight it would be! Stupid Gryffindor! "I...need...you!" Potter was fighting the spell rather well, resisting his 'manly' urges. Such ideas made Draco chuckle; Potter, sometimes, was so silly.
"Get away from me!" shrieked Pansy, "Snaape," she cooed; people were too busy with their own dilemmas to notice the humorous affair.
"Dracoooo," he heard someone else coo in his ear and felt a hand slide down his inner thigh; he also felt some more hands caressing him openly, about 5 or 6 pairs, each with their possessor moaning with desire. Mindless pleasure slaves. He could get used to this. If only he didn't turn into one as he opened his eyes.
I refuse to open my eyes!!
"Get away from me!" Hermione shrieked, there was a loud bang; "owww"
"Enough! Everyone, open your eyes!" Snape barked. Half the class still had their eyes closed, but – not wanting to face Snape – they opened their eyes. Including Malfoy.
It was like a brothel. Everyone was lusting over someone or other who, in most cases, lusted after another. Tough luck. Only three or four people remained unaffected; probably mixed the potion wrong. Tough luck.
Draco laid eyes one, yes, Hermione; who - what kind of soppy romance is this??? – also laid eyes on him.
He didn't feel any different though. Hermione didn't quite look affected like the other brainwashed slaves around him; bugger. They probably mixed the potion wrong. Bugger. Oh, well; he could always pretend. He smirked at this idea and stalked over to Hermione who had Blaise, Weasley and... Watson? Shame! A third of the class followed him over to Hermione,
-"come back Draco" "where are you going?" "I love you" "take me, I'm yours" "how bout hitting the broom closet?" "how bout now?" "don't listen to her, I'm so much better; look at my cleavage" "squeeze my ass" "FCK ME"-
"Hermione," Draco droned, missing the sound of her name on his lips; he finally had an excuse for using it.
"Did our little love potion work?" he coaxed huskily.
He knew it hadn't. Neither of them was overthrown with lust for each other; but it didn't matter; Draco was a very good actor.
"Not you too!" Hermione groaned, complaining about the people molesting her,
"What are you talking about?" Draco crooned softly, flashing a disarming smile and pulled her in; closer to him.
"Draco –" Hermione began – Mwahahaha! He had her using his first name – "You're.. this isn't you. Fight" Hermione trailed off; giving in to his kiss; only to snap back into reality by the groans all around them.
This isn't Draco, thought Hermione. Hermione began untangling herself, actually looking for Snape; she had to get this antidote.
A hand slipped up her thigh and to her horror, it was Ron,
"Let's -" Ron began; he didn't get the chance to finish as the protective Draco barricaded everyone but him from being close to her.
A fight had started over Draco between†Merlin, he didn't even know their names!!
"Bitch fight!" someone yelled,
"Enough!! Merlin's sake! Parkinson, please REFRAIN YOURSELF! No, not my belt. Stop. Drink the antidote, now Parkinson or I swear – leave my zipper alone. No I definitely do not want you to– just drink the antidote! Yes, I want you to; drink it for me." Snape convinced the aroused Pansy to drink her antidote before breaking up the two clawing girls. "STOP THIS AT ONCE!!! Such despicable behaviour! 80 points off Gryffindor! Drink the antidote, both of you; yes, Draco wants you to; drink it for him."
By now half of Draco's fan club had taken the antidote. Funnily enough, most of them still hung around him. Big guesses why. And so it continued, Snape trying miserably to control his class; while people were trying to shag each other right then and there.
"Here, take the antidote; Draco," Hermione offered out the liquid. His hand brushed on hers, and she wished they would remain for a second longer; they didn't.
Draco took the antidote. He didn't really need to.
And so he started acting normal – well, as normal as Draco can get – again. It didn't even cross her mind why her partner's potion was 'working' while hers didn't.
"Now. The whole class is†cured; I hope?" Snape breathed out relieved,
"Paaaansy! My flower! My blossom! My one and true love! Come back to me! We belong together!" the desperate Potter declared for the whole class, by now, Potter had given into the potion. Everyone erupted in laughter at the thought of The Boy Who Lived falling for the pug faced Slytherin; such a ridiculous thought.
"Uh†yes Potter. Look here? See this? Yes, Pansy wants you to drink this. Yes; do it for her," Snape handed Harry the antidote. Harry nodded, delighted with the idea of pleasing Pansy and reached for the antidote. Snape sighed, this ploy worked rather well with everybody in class.
"I love y-" Potter began and the class erupted into more laughter, he stopped dead and clutched his scar. "AGHHH!!!" he screamed, his hand pressed up against his scar. Harry fell onto his knees, his face scrunched in pain.
Lavender started shrieking.
"HARRY!!!" Ron exclaimed with worry, rushing from apologising vividly to Hermione to Harry side to aid him. The Gryffindors stared in horror and worry at their Hero; while the Slytherins cackled maliciously at their enemy.
Draco walked across the room, leaving his partner to help the foolish Gryffindor. Ron, who was now level with Harry on his knees; trying to persuade Harry to move; to get to the Hospital Wing, now stood up, as if challenging Draco and barricading him from Harry.
"Seriously, Potter. How sad can you get?" Draco called out to Harry, who momentarily stopped his sobbing to gaze up at Malfoy.
"...Pansy...Pansy" Harry was stupidly chanting, "VOLDEMORT IS COMING!!!" Harry shouted and everyone flinched back at the sound of the name being shouted.
"Class dismissed!" Snape shouted quarter of an hour too early. Most of the group of students left, in fear of the lunatic Harry; only the truly curious remained. Those included Hermione, Ron, Blaise and Malcolm
"Get out of here!" barked Snape, scaring away the remaining prying classmates. But they only waited outside the classroom. Draco and Harry ignored him; caught up in their own little bubble.
"Idiot," Draco snarled at Harry and slammed him against the wall.
"ow" Harry whimpered, "my scar hurts" he whispered to Draco;
"Surprise, surprise," Draco stated dryly; gazing down at Harry with contempt; he hated the way anyone could look so vulnerable, "You're such an attention seeker, Potter. For Merlin's sakes; drink this." He handed Harry some antidote, "You're coming with me. Now." He stated and pushed Harry out of the room.
"no..." Harry whined, "I don't want to move"
"Too fucking bad, you're coming with me. Move it, or I'll make you." Draco shouted, now losing his temper.
"You can't make me," Harry answered defiantly in a small voice, scratching at his scar, trying to make the pain go away.
"Yes I bloody well can. Drink. Now, shut it, Potter. I don't really give a fuck if you're The Boy Who fucking Lived; I DON'T CARE, you hear me? Now if you don't move your sorry ass to the Hospital Wing right now I swear I will beat you so hard that your pathetic little scar will seem like the petty graze it really is." Draco bellowed.
It was rather impressive.
"Drink it." Draco repeated, "I swear I will bash you unconscious and drag you to the Hospital Wing myself. Seriously," Draco continued, hurrying Harry away.
Draco was too pissed to see the crowd of people staring idiotically at the two. Not to mention Snape, witnessing the display before him.
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"What the hell was that about?!?" asked Harry; who was now released from the effects of the potion and rubbed fiercely at his scare. He lay back on his bed; queasy from what just happened.
"Are you feeling better now?" asked the pale faced boy, who sat staring at him; was it just Harry or was Draco paler than usual?
"I'm fine," he assured, looking at his watch, "Blimey! How long have I been here?"
"You've been here for about 4 hours," Draco stated quietly; Draco didn't say that he that he, too, was here; waiting for him for wake. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes." Harry assured,
"I'm going to go now." Draco stated, distantly polite.
"What -? You just got here!" Harry shouted, after him, he looked around trying to find Ron or Hermione,
"Nah†you just woke up!" Draco smirked, "No Herbology for us today."
Harry watched as Draco walked away; remembering what had happened. God, it was embarrassing; why Pansy? God; his scar had hurt. Why in God's name had it suddenly harm him? God he felt weak. Why had Draco been so angry? From what he remembered, Draco really lost it. His ribs also hurt real badly; it was as if someone had hit him really hard. Strange.
Dumbledore walked in, no doubt made aware of his consciousness by Draco; but he wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
"Harry, how are you feeling?" asked Dumbledore lightly, that glistening in his eyes never leaving, even when he was being serious,
"Good, thanks, professor. Wh-what happened?" Harry answered, unsure of how to phrase his question,
"Exactly what I was going to ask you," Dumbledore returned, "What, exactly, happened Harry? I understand you were in Potions? Please, start from the beginning,"
"Um, sure. We're studying Love potions at the moment. Snape started asking us what precautions we needed to know about them; he said there were five. We couldn't get the fifth one; so he let us make some and use it on ourselves to see if we could figure it out." Harry paused for a while to catch his breath, straining against his throbbing headache to remember what had happened. "Then, I- I took the potion and†the person I first saw w-was" he trailed off; Harry didn't want Dumbledore to really know, he was sure he'd never hear the end of it from the Slytherins†but, no; he just wasn't going to tell Dumbledore, even ifâ€just no; he wouldn't tell.
"Yes, Harry?" Dumbledore urged on, "You must understand that in order to find out what was wrong, I must know all the details; please; I'm sure you're aware that it is only a potion and it would not disrepute you."
No. Thought Harry whiningly to himself, but relented; he swallowed his pride and told Dumbledore.
"I-I fell in love with†Pansy." Harry took a gulp and refused to meet Dumbledore's eyes; but he could somehow feel the Professor grinning slightly. "And then my scar started hurting." Harry finished.
Dumbledore nodded, showing that he was taking everything in,
"And, did you say or do anything while you were under the potion?" inquired Dumbledore, slightly beginning to grasp why Harry's scar had began hurting,
"I...uh.. began saying things like, um... I had feelings" Harry began;
"That's enough, Harry, yes. You don't have to go one," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled "I believe you were at the point of 'confessing' your 'love' for her? Am I correct?"
Harry nodded reluctantly with shame. Dumbledore reached up towards his scar.
"This scar, Harry, is the connection between you and Voldemort." Dumbledore began, they both knew this; but Dumbledore decided to begin on easy grounds; Dumbledore was one of the very few people unafraid of saying the name; "What Voldemort felt; you sometimes picked up. Any strong emotions; Anger, for instance. Now; when you were under the influence of the love potion†such a strong emotion would've been transmitted to him."
"Voldemort can't love," Harry stated darkly, his eyes glazed over,
"Yes, but; under the love potion, what you felt was love†and yet not. Far closer to lust. Voldemort probably lashed out angrily once he received such emotions; thus the incensed state of your scar." Dumbledore concluded,
"B-but, what about real love? That would surely be stranger. Why doesn't he react to that?" Harry asked, naively curious;
.:: Flashback ::.
"... I love you, Harry," she looked into his eyes, as they looked back into hers.
A warm feeling rushed over him, a sense of completion.
"I love you, too," he answered back; beaming with innocence, pride and most of all love.
.:: End of Flashback ::.
"Like you said, Harry, Voldemort can't love." Dumbledore answered, Harry opened his mouth to ask yet another question; but Dumbledore stood up before he could be further questioned.
"Thank you for your time, Harry. Get plenty of rest and I'm sure no harm will come to you." He smiled warmly at Harry.
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"Harry?!? Are you alright?" asked Ron, who ran into his room and climbed up onto his bed.
"Shh! Don't wake him, Ron!" warned Hermione,
"Harry!" exclaimed Ginny,
Harry, who was blissfully asleep in a dreamless state what shaken back into reality. But he couldn't be bothered to open his eyes.
"Don't! Ron! Seriously! You could put him in a coma like that!" Hermione cautioned,
"A what?" asked Ron dumbfounded, such a muggle state might have been unknown to the Wizarding world.
He was about to call Draco's name I frustration, about to ask why the hell he had woken him; but there were three voices. Only one was male and it definitely was not Draco's; Draco's has a distinct superior tone. He opened his eyes; he saw two blurry figures with copper her and another with a raven like shade. He reached for his glasses, but already knew who his visitors were,
"Ron! Hermione! Ginny! Good to see you!" muttered Harry,
"Are you alright?" asked Ginny worriedly, fluffing up his pillow; gulping down her pride and finally talking to him. One arm was on each side of Harry's neck, making Harry notice to lovely V neck salmon top and light green mini-skirt; she sure knew how to please. Ron cleared his throat loudly and Hermione shifted her weight uncomfortably.
"Uh... yep. Doing great!" answered Harry, breaking from his trance.
"Sorry we couldn't visit you earlier, mate. We couldn't get out of class" Ron explained, looking fairly disappointed,
"You had us so worried, Harry. God, and I spent all that time angry with you. I'm sorry." Hermione whispered, nearly about to cry,
"Me too," cooed Ginny, inches away from his face 'fluffing his pillows', "I apologize," she murmured before pressing her lips on his, "I don't know what I'll do if I ever lost you," she sighed, "I'll always love you, no matter what," Ginny expressed, so quietly for Harry's ears only. Harry looked guiltily up at her. He would never love her. Never.
Ginny began walking away, leaving the trio by themselves, "Just know that, Harry; maybe you could settle for the next best thing."
Ron smiled lovingly after his sister and at the thought of her getting back with his best friend again. It was all going to work out. He looked over to Hermione; she too was smiling. Hermione, whether they knew it or not, was – FINALLY – over Harry.
Ron, who suddenly realised this, chanced it and snuck his hand around her waist.
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So... You like? I've been neglecting some of the characters for a long time... Nice long chappie for you all; my lovely long reviewers; I owe you!!!
What's the deal with the love potion? I have my reasons...