Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. The plot is mine, though.

Summary: Something will change the spoiled brat we know…

Author's Note: Enjoy and please do review!!! Happy holidays!!!

BECAUSE OF YOU Pansy Juice Potion

by: katorse

Hermione was busy making the rolls of parchment essay on Pansy Juice Potion. The essay was quite easy for her to write, for she had read the Book of Love Potions by Emily Hugh, for almost a hundred of times ago. She was really amazed of the story behind this particular potion.

A wizard named Pierre invented the potion called pansy juice. He was known to be called by his first name only. History never knew what his surname was, so the generation of today called him as what history told.

The Pansy juice potion is a complex form of a love potion; any wrong application of it can cause loss of sight, either temporarily or permanently. This potion is closely related to Comores potion, a sight potion, that's why any mistakes can cause blindness.

Pierre formulated the Pansy juice potion for one particular reason: love. He created it to make the woman he loves fall for him. It can be made through the use of pansy's extract or juice.

The Comores potion, a potion closely related to pansy juice is made from the pounded leaves of Rue. The Comores potion has the exact amount of ingredients as that of the pansy juice but the former has a greater number of Rue leaves.

History tells that Pierre never did use it, for the woman he loves died the night before.

After the incident, Pierre was nowhere to be found. Written documents are then retrieved from his house and a certain clear bottle with a greenish liquid inside was found with it. Some experiments made lead to the fact that the liquid was the exact love potion Pierre made.

Historians and even great wizards are amazed of this potion for they don't know exactly where it's name came from; some say it was from the plant used, other say Pierre named it after the woman he adores.

"At last, I'm done." She gratefully placed the two rolls of parchment on the table and started to stretch her now numb back.

A particular pale-skinned boy was directly gazing at the tired seventeen-year-old headgirl. He was seated far across the room to where Hermione was. He stayed there for about two long hours with nothing to do but stare at the busy lady while pretending to read a book.

After the stressful work, Hermione got up from her seat, gently picked up her essay on potions and walked straight to the bathroom located in  their bedroom.

After taking a quick shower she headed into the walk-in closet and put on her nightdress.

After a while, Draco went to their bathroom to take a shower and to have a goodnight sleep. He turned the knob of hot water and began soaping his muscular body. Drying his now muscular body, he went back to their bedroom, headed to the closet to get a clean shirt.

After putting his shirt on, he saw Hermione picking a pillow and a blanket and heading outside the room.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" He boastfully said.

"To the common room, I guess." She replied.

"What are you going to do there?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Showing him the pillow and the blanket.

"Who says you're going to sleep there?" he said raising an eyebrow.

"No one."

"Then you stay here!" he commanded

"While you also sleep here, no way!" she said rejectedly.

"No, you stay here and I will sleep outside. Clear? Now give me that pillow and I'll be the one at the common room."

"Hey wait, are you sick or something?" She asked unbelievably.

"No, I'm fine. Just it to me before I change my mind."

She handed him the pillow and the blanket but before he could make his way out, "Just another question, why are you doing this?"

"As a headboy, my responsibility is to take care of the headgirl aside from my responsibilities in our school; that means in everything I do I should think of your safety first and not of mine. Therefore, you should sleep in our bedroom and not in our common room. And another one, I, the headboy, should also know my responsibilities and limitations as a gentleman. Clear?"

"Clear." She said, satisfied with his explanation.

"Okay, goodnight." He blurted out.

"Goodnight."