"AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!"

A large, expensive china vase flew across the room and smashed into the opposite wall, falling to the floor in painted, glittering fragments. It was followed by a pillow, a textbook, a few scrolls, a quill and a pot of ink, which shattered into a flurry of ceramic pieces and a shower of black liquid.

The ink left a dark mark upon the wall and streams of it dripped from the spot. It ran down to the floor, where it finally pooled into tiny puddles.

Draco watched this with a sense of detachment and misery. His chest rose and fell irregularly, his breath leaving him in shallow bursts. He bit his lip and his eyes blinked rapidly.

Can'tcrywon'tcrycan'tshedoesn'tdeserveIwon'tshe'saselfishbitchshedoesn'tdeserveformetocryoverherIcan'tcryMalfoy'sdon'tcryoverfilthyMudbloodwhoresIhateherIhateherIhateher…

His thoughts raced across his mind until they finally dissolved into a blur of curses, rants, angry cries, complaints and laments. Draco inhaled sharply and with two long strides, found himself collapsing onto his bed.

He closed his eyes and replayed the scene with him and Hermione continuously in his mind.

It just wasn't right. It wasn't right. They had seemed fine just a few hours ago when they greeted each other secretly before breakfast. They had shared a few intimate kisses and whispers and she had seemed perfectly happy and content. It looked like she was overjoyed at the fact that they were together.

It had to be because she had sung that damn song. But why would she be upset over that? Was she embarrassed? She had said that the song wasn't about him; it was about Potter. The bloody Boy-Who-Lived. Saint fucking Potter.

But he had never seen her look at Harry with any emotion further than friendship. There was only one explanation. She was lying to him.

Suddenly, before he could control himself, his lips started moving and a loud guitar riff began playing in the background. Draco's eyes widened in shock and he quickly thanked the Gods that he had placed a silencing charm upon the room so people wouldn't hear him throwing objects at the walls. The guitar music grew faster and, out of nowhere, a guitar materialized in Draco's hands.

You're hiding something, 'cause it's burning through your eyes
I try to get it out, but all I hear from you are lies

And I can tell you're going through the motions
I figured you were acting out your part
Once again, we're playing off emotion
Which one of us will burn until the end?

Suddenly, Draco noticed that his room was melting. That was the only way to describe it. The walls and pictures seemed to melt into liquid and dripped down, down, down and the carpet seemed to dissolve away into nothingness.


Catalyst, you insist to pull me down
You contradict the fact that you still want me around
And it's all downhill from here
And it's all downhill from here

Your good intentions slowly turn to bitterness
Reoccurring episodes with each and every kiss
(Let's go!)

Suddenly, his room was spinning around him, faster and faster. The colors of his room blurred together and Draco could literally feel the pull of his room spinning. It rotated rapidly, gradually getting faster.

And I can tell you're going through the motions
I figured you were acting out your part
Once again, we're playing off emotion
Which one of us will burn until the end?


Catalyst, you insist to pull me down
You contradict the fact that you still want me around
And it's all downhill from here
And it's all downhill from here

And I can't believe you pulled it off again
Or notice till it all sets in
You'll deny it 'til you're at your bitter end

Draco's hands strummed the guitar strings mercilessly, pouring his anger and confusion into the music and singing. He threw his head back and forth, his slivery blonde hair flopping across his cheekbones. His hands worked themselves into a frenzy on the strings while his room still continued to spin faster and faster.

And I can tell you're going through the motions
I figured you were acting out your part
Once again, we're playing off emotion
Which one of us will burn until the end?


Catalyst, you insist to pull me down
You contradict the fact that you still want me around
And it's all downhill from here
And it's all downhill from here

And you keep pulling me down!
(pulling me down)
(pulling me down)
You contradict the fact that you still want me around
And it's all downhill from here
And it's all downhill from here

The final beat ended and Draco felt all his anger, his confusion, his frustration melt away. His energy drained out of him and he felt himself collapse onto the bed again, unconscious.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall…

"I would like to make an announcement. I am sorry to interrupt your classes but it is urgent."

The students gave their full attention to the Headmaster, who stood on the podium with a grave expression.

"I am sure that all sixth years attending Potions Class are learning the Melicus Confusus Potion. And I am also sure that, due to the extensive gossip circulating amongst the students, that you have all heard of the incident that occurred this afternoon in one of the Potions classes."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the hall. There wasn't one person that had a look of confusion on their faces. THANK YOU PARVATI AND LAVENDER! Hogwarts gossip never failed.

Hermione buried her face into Harry's shoulder, face red with humiliation. Harry's face was red also but for entirely different reasons.

"I am hear to tell you grave news. It appears that the potion that has affected the students in that class is contagious."

Silence.

And then an explosion of cries and shouts.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"NO! WHY ME??

"STUPID SNAPE AND HIS STUPID POTIONS CLASS!"

"WHY DIDN'T I JUST TAKE HERBOLOGY???"

A small twinkle appeared in Dumbledore's eyes before he spoke again.

"Calm down everyone. It is only contagious under special circumstances."

The students immediately quieted down.

"The potion can be transferred orally. So as long as long as you haven't engaged in any mouth-to-mouth action with anyone who was affected by the potion, you should be fine."

Several cries and sobs were heard throughout the room. One was by Parvati Patil who looked sadly at Dean Thomas. The other was by Susan Bones who take short sidelong glances at Justin Finch-Fletchley (A/N: Is that how you spell his name?). And another was from Millicent Bullstrode who glared at Blaise Zabini. Why he wanted to kiss HER in the first place was a mystery NO ONE wanted to solve.

A loud squeak was heard throughout the Great Hall and everyone turned around to find the source of the sound. And it was…DOBBY????

"Dobby? YOU kissed someone?" Harry sputtered incredulously.

"It wasn't Dobby's fault, Harry Potter. Dobby was assaulted!"

"I DIDN'T ASSAULT YOU!!" was heard from the other side of the Great Hall.

"NEVILLE?????" Hermione screeched.

"I-I didn't mean to." Neville stuttered. "I was so distraught over making the potion explode and everything that I got a little drunk. Professor Snape dropped a bottle when he passed out so I drank some of it. Dobby walked into the room to clean up the spill…and…and…I, well, you know…"

"Made sweet, sweet love under the stars?" Ron asked cheekily.

"RON!"

"OW!"

"Professor Dumbledore…" Susan Bones asked. "Has Professor Snape started on the cure?"

Professor Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"Well, I don't know exactly. But I am sure that wherever he is, he is hard at work on the antidote."

Snape's P.O.V.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I LOVE FIREWHISKEY!!!

LA-LA-LA!

My loneliness is killing me……
I must confess, I still believe

Oh yeah! And one and two and GYRATE HIPS! Boo-yah!!!


When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a SIGGGNNNNNNN
Hit me baby one more TIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!

End Snape's P.O.V.

Anyone who was standing outside the Potions classroom, quickly fled in terror from the loud, ear-splitting screech that sounded strangely like their Potion's teacher.