Oh merlin, I am scared, she thought to herself. Thousands different thoughts went through her head.
Harry and Ron would hate her if she goes through with this nonsense!
What if she couldn't control herself and jumped on the ferret? Oh the shame..Oh the horror..
Hermione wiped some loosened hairs out of her face and nervously looked at Draco, who was looking for the potion in some kind of box he got from Snape.
"Scared yet, Granger?" He asked, not looking up, still looking through all the different potions.
Hermoine immediately restrained herself. "Not at all, Blondie," she grinned, "Not at all."
"Ah! Here it is!"
He held up a little bottle with purple liquid in it. When he pulled off the cork with his teeth a pink steam came off of it.
"Well, it looks adorable." She said dryly.
Draco smirked. "And so will I, after you drank it."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Stop flattering yourself. How many of that stuff you might give me, you'll always look like a turd to me."
Draco gave out a laugh, which surprised Hermione. "Normally I would have hexed you into a turd, but I'm in a good mood now."
Hermoine took a deep breath and watched how Draco put two little drops of it in the two kelks of pumpkinjuice that stood in front of her.
He smirked again.
"Stop smirking at me, you ferret." Hermoine mumbled.
She got the kelk and looked him in the eyes.
"Cheers." Draco said happily as he gulped down the mix.
Hermoine sighed and said softily: "No turning back now." Before she threw it down her throat.
"You're enthusiastic, Granger." Draco grinned. "I can only imagine what you will do with the stronger stuff."
As soon as she finished drinking it, she said in a hurry. "We'llbothgoto ourdormsandwritedownwhatwefeelandhowiteffectsus."
Draco smiled and grabbed her arm for pulling her close. "Relax Granger, nothing to worry about."
Hermoine looked him in the eyes. And for a moment, they stared at eachother.
"Thank Merlin, it's not working yet!" She grinned all of a sudden, getting out of his embrace and racing to her bedroomdoor.
Draco sat down on the couch and waited for anything to happen.
And it did soon enough.
Draco was getting sweaty at the thought of Hermoine in the next room.
He had shivvers running up and down his spine.
He saw pictures of her that he wish he didn't, because they majorly distracted him.
With every breath he took he saw Hermione, unbuttoning her shirt, going through her hair, biting her lip, and many many more.
He ran through his hair and started wandering around the room.
It was tantalizing to sit here and be powerless to do something about his desire. And even worse, it was Granger. He hated it.
Soon he laid down on the couch again. He wrote in shivvery handwriting 'Sweaty' on his paper, and after that he couldn't concentrate at all because he saw a sweaty Hermoine in his head.
All he could do was wait until it stopped working.
Hermoine wasn't doing any better.
She sat on the floor and wiped some perspiration off her forehead.
She saw very very inappropriate pictures of Malfoy in her head and that was why her cheeks were burning red.
With every heartbeat the pictures changed into another, Draco kissing her neck, Draco pulling her close, Draco touching her everywhere, and so on and so fort.
It was torture.
"Hoow, why can't I see him change into a ferret or something..?" She mumbled desperately.
I will not go out of my room, she chanted, I will not go out of my room.
But she kept on getting to the door but before she opened it she ran back and thanked Merlin for her strong self-control.
When her chanting didn't change any of the pictures and she still wanted to go and see Draco she tried chanting: "Draco is an annoying ass, Draco is an annoying ass."
Oh great, she though closing her eyes and leaning on the side of her bed. Now I see his ass.
This assignment can't get any worse.
Hermione woke up, with her head on her bed, and her body on the floor. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. The clock said it was three in the morning.
She stood up and looked in the mirror. She looked rather normal, despite of her terrible hair. The blushes had faded and she felt no longer sweaty or weird. Even the pictures of Draco and his fine ass were no longer bothering her.
His fine ass, she thought to herself. that must be the potion talking.
She unlocked the door and stook her head out.
She was pretty sure the potion had stopped working, but she was still a little worried.
When she saw Draco lying on the couch and she didn't thought anything but: "Good, Blondie is asleep and we're both no longer drugged." She stopped worrying and walking towards him.
"Malfoy, wake up." She said softly, leaning over the couch.
He grumbled and turned over, so he faced here.
"Malfoy." She said a little louder. He still didn't react.
"MALFOY! A HIPPOGRIF!" She screamed.
He immediately jumped up with his wand in his hand, looking around like he was some kind of Kung-Fu Warrior. Then he saw Hermione.
"Bloody hell, Woman!" He yelled with wide open eyes. "What is wrong with you!"
Hermoine started laughing. He looked ridiculous when someone scared him.
"Sorry, Blondie. I just thought I'd tell you that the potion's effects are off. So they lasted for how long?"
Draco sat down and ran his hand through his messy hair. "8 til 1.30 when I fell asleep. So probably around 5,5 hour?"
"Right." Hermoine sat down. "I'm glad it's over. I saw something's I really didn't wanted to see."
"No shit." Draco responded. "Let's test them on other people from now on. I didn't like to see you naked."
Hermoine looked at him furiously. "You saw me naked!"
Draco smirked. "I can't help it! It was the potion!"
"Oh really? Then why didn't I saw you naked?"
Draco pretended to think. "Um..maybe because you're a prude!"
Hermoine said through her teeth. "I am certainly. Not. A. Prude."
Draco grinned and looked satisfied with the effect his words had on her.
"Yes you are."
"Just because you're a Male Whore, that doesn't mean other people are prudes!"
Draco looked at her in disgust. "I am certainly not a Male Whore! I'm a womanizer." He smiled.
Hermoine rolled her eyes. She took a deep breath and became calm. "Let's see what you wrote down." She bend over to the little table and read:
"SweAty." She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him.
"All you could come up with was sweaty?"
Suddenly she didn't remember whether she had wrote something down or not.
"Yes indeed, Granger." Draco said, trying to provoke her again, "Unlike you, I have feelings. And a sexdrive. You don't have lust, you have yearning for books, instead of a sexdrive you have Hogwarts: A History inplanted."
"That's it!" Hermoine had had it with him and wanted to hurt him everywhere she could.
Unfortunately Malfoy was faster and they started racing eachother around the room.
"You bloody annoying coackroach!" Hermoine screamed while chasing him into her bedroom, what pissed her even more. "Don't go into my bedroom!"
Draco stopped in the centre of her dorm and looked around. That gave Hermoine the chance and she jumped on him.
That caused Malfoy to scream something like: "Aargh!" before he landed with his upper body on her bed and the rest bumped into the wooden planks of her bed, with Hermione on top of his back.
"Ouch!" He screamed. "You insolent little bitch!" Hermoine laughed in triumph but that didn't last for long because Malfoy turned around quickly, grabbed her waist and threw her on the bed. He got on top of Hermione, who was wrestling desperately to get out of his firm grip. He grabbed her wrists and laid them next to her head, holding her still.
"You're gonna pay for this, you.." Malfoy started. But suddenly he saw Hermione gasping for breath before she closed her eyes.
Hermoine felt his hands on her wrists heating up and little electric shocks went through his fingertips through her entire body. She got goosebumps on her arms.
She opened her eyes again and when she only saw Malfoy, with an odd expression on his face, she saw the little blue sparks in his grey eyes for the first time.
Draco had felt it too. Her wrists were suddenly hot and he could feel the warmth of her body through both of their clothing. He suddenly saw how smooth her skin was, how brown her eyes were and he wondered how soft her lips would be.
He saw her biting her lip and unintentionally he let go of his arm pressure, so he got closer to that gorgeous face of hers.
"I guess the potion-effects are still a little working.." Hermoine said softly, visible dazed and her eyes looking into his.
"A little." Draco responded whispering.
And he let his arm pressure go entirely, so he could touch her lips with his.
A little desoriented Hermoine softly brushed her lips against his, before she realized this wasn't good enough.
Because Malfoy was still holding her wrists she couldn't grab his head to pull him closer, what at that moment seemed the most unfair thing in the world. So she lifted her head and firmly pushed her lips to his.
So her lips are soft, he thought, while nibling on her lowerlip.
My god he smells good, she thought.
He let go of her wrists and immediately her hands grabbed his platinumblonde hair to get him closer.
Hermoine bit on his lowerlip, which made him moan softly. She draw circles on his chest with her fingernails and got rid of his shirt.
Draco started unbuttoning her shirt and Hermoine said softly: "I am so gonna regret this..."
He started kissing her neck and Hermoine turned to him and before she captured his lips with hers again she whispered: "Tommorow morning."