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La Déesse et le Dragon
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Chapter Three
A/N: So I made this chapter a little longer, and the plot really gets going here. You could say this is the official beginning, as most other fics with similar plots start where the initial evil plan goes awfully awry. wink
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Draco Malfoy had a sense of humor. Sadly, however, the majority of his mirth-making talent was squelched under the boot of 'Malfoy-Pureblooded-ism', and took quite some coaxing to reveal at most instances. Not many, (except for the small amount of his bumbling followers), credited or appreciated this trait of Draco's either, for it was mostly cynical, condescending, even sadistic humor he exuded, but it was humor none-the-less.
At his moment, Draco was envisioning the outcome of his great revenge. The taker had only the one responsibility of drinking a sip, and he or she would become overwhelmingly enamored with the first living thing that came into view.
The 'first living thing' was by no means limited to just human beings, either, and that was why, with it's inconsistent, erratic, and sometimes unwanted results, Désir was one of the less chosen lust potions.
Not surprisingly, Désir's instability was exactly the reason why Draco had chosen the potion. All he had to do was slip just one drop of the liquid into the cup of pumpkin juice Hermione kept on her bedside table, information he had derived from a certain reliable yet oblivious source (Parvati Patil), and voilà, his job was done. Hermione would take a sip from the cup sooner or later, and most likely, her eyes would fall upon one of her roommates first.
The aftermath could then be fantasized, which Draco did often, in any which way. His current favorite was the prospect that Hermione, after taking a sip from the cup the next morning, would be overcome with lust by the time first period Potions rolled around.
He could just see it. Prim, proper, and prude Hermione Granger leaping upon and trying to ravish an unsuspecting Parvati Patil or Lavender Brown while Harry and Ron, completely turned on by their mudblood whore, sat jerking themselves off in a corner. The whole class would have a laugh and Snape, dear Snape, would have a field day.
Other possibilities were fully explored as well. For instance, if that grotesque cat of hers just happened to meander by at the right moment…
At that thought, Draco gave a genuine chuckle, which was quite impressive given the fact that Malfoy's rarely ever showed true happiness over subjects that weren't classified as purely evil.
In any case, little bookworm Hermione's image would be forever shattered, along with her pride, just as the revengeful blonde's had been.
Draco's big move was set for tonight. At exactly midnight, two hours after curfew, he would sneak into the Gryffindor tower and do the deed. From there, he could kick back, relax, and enjoy the show.
Taking a quick glance at his watch, he noted that it was already a quarter to twelve. Smirking, he grabbed a vial of Désir, cast a disillusion charm on himself, and set off to ruin the life of a certain Gryffindor.
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Safe and warm in her dormitory, said Gryffindor sat cross-legged on her bed, sipped on her glass of pumpkin juice and turned to the last page of a particularly riveting documentary on the evolution of Cornish pixies. Sighing happily as she finished the last paragraph, she swung her legs out of bed to go brush her teeth.
"The weirdest thing happened today," Parvati Patil said.
"Oh? Whass tha'?" Hermione asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"Draco Malfoy cornered me after Charms, and he—" Parvati was interrupted.
"Oh, Draco? Was he asking about me?" Lavender, who had previously been deeply absorbed in her pedicure, perked up in interest.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well, no, actually. He asked about Hermione," Parvati said, obviously just as miffed about this as Lavender was, who's gaze turned on the bushy-haired brunette almost predatorily.
Hermione's eyes stopped in mid-roll and she raised her eyebrows. "Me? What the heck did he want to know about me?"
"It was a little odd— he wanted to know if you drank anything before going to bed." Parvati revealed.
"Huh." Hermione's forehead wrinkled, feeling a wave of suspicion rise over her.
"And I told him that you kept that glass of pumpkin juice by your table." Parvati continued.
"Huh," Hermione said again. "Why did you tell him that?"
"Well, uh, you know how it is. It's Draco Malfoy, can't really— you know…"
"Yes I know. He looks at you with that deep silver-eyed look and you melt and do whatever the hell he wants you to do. Yes. I completely understand that feeling." Hermione snapped, feeling just a little betrayed and also wary.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but it was such an unexpected, petty question. I didn't think it meant anything." Parvati looked sincerely apologetic. "He told me not to say a word to you about it, but I felt like something was off… so, you know. I'm letting you know."
"It's alright. And you're right, there is something weird going on." Hermione shook her head slightly, and sat down on her bed. "There's my proof that he's up to something," She muttered, before switching off her lights. "And I'm not touching that pumpkin juice anytime soon."
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Draco's little hallway adventure was making him positively gleeful. Professor Flitwick, waddling down the halls and hugging a large stack of books, had almost keeled over in shock when something…or rather someone had pushed over his mound of books and stolen his hat with one swipe.
Filch was now partially bald due to the large tuft of graying hair that had been snipped off by a small pair of scissors Draco charmed. Mrs. Norris hadn't escaped unscathed, of course. She was given a hard kick to the gut, and was now laying supine on a cushioned bed in the hospital wing, something Filched had urgently insisted. This situation wasn't making Madame Pomfrey happy at all either, as she muttered something about 'putrid cat hairs' being shed all over.
When Draco was suffering from cases of severe insomnia, he would usually open a window in his dorm and take a fly on his broom around the castle. He quickly decided that roaming inside the school after hours was just as entertaining, especially while being invisible. The disillusion charm that Flitwick had beaten into their heads back in 4th year was certainly useful.
The prospect of his potion finally being put into use and all the little tricks he had pulled was giving Draco a pleasant rush. He was definitely not giddy, because 6th year pureblood Slytherins were never ever associated with that term. But at the moment, Draco Malfoy was almost giddy.
After climbing up the last flight of stairs and turning the last corridor, Draco found himself face to face with a portrait of an impossibly large woman.
"Kneezle fur." He said. Thank you again, Parvati.
"Who is it?" The woman yawned and glanced around. "Oh, is that you, Mr. Potter, again?"
"Er, yes." Draco responded.
"You and your invisibility cloak. Be glad that I haven't informed a professor of your nightly escapes yet." She said disapprovingly, as the portrait swung open.
'Potter has an invisibility cloak? Lucky bastard.' Draco thought, as he stepped in. 'Well if I had to see this room on a daily basis, I'd go jump out of a window.' He wrinkled his nose at the blaring red and gold colors. 'And the little piss-heads need night-lights in their common room,' he noted, amused at the several lamps still flickering on.
Not to be side-tracked, although the temptation to sneak into the boys dormitories and shrink a couple… certain things, he turned to the flight of stairs leading up to the girls' dormitories. "And voilà," He murmured, drawing a minuscule broom from his robes. "Engorgio."
Very adept at sneaking into girls' dormitories without being hit by the 'no boys' ward around each, Draco flew up the stairs and creaked open the door.
Silently, he crept past Lavender and Parvati's beds, and bloody hell, Lavender could snore. Reaching Hermione's bed next to the window, he saw the glass of pumpkin juice sitting just as Parvati had said. He grabbed the precious vial tucked into his robes and uncorked it. "Sorry mudblood, I win." He whispered, and tipped the potion. A single drop fell from the tip, and
Suddenly, a loud pop came from the inside the cup, followed by billows of strange red vapor. Hermione opened her eyes and sat up, very much alert and expectant. "No, you lose." She said, as she looked around frantically, trying to see the unwelcome intruder.
Parvati and Lavender sat up, looking groggy and confused.
"Draco Malfoy I know you're in here." Hermione called out. "And whatever you're pulling, it's not going to work, so I suggest you reveal yourself before I throw this cup in your face." She held the glass of pumpkin juice up threateningly. "And I also know that you're in that corner over there, because I can hear you breathing."
Draco tried to shuffle towards the door.
"Stupid ferret," Hermione said, before splashing the entire contents of the cup smack-dab in the middle of his face.
"Fuck." He muttered, before making a mad dash out the door.
Hermione stood there breathing heavily for a good ten seconds before Lavender spoke up.
"Draco Malfoy was just in here?" She murmured.
"No, that was Jesus," Hermione replied, sarcastically.
Parvati stared at the empty cup in Hermione's hand. "That was really smart of you, the spell you did." She said. "Whatever Malfoy was trying to drug you with is probably all over him."
"I sure hope so. The sodding prick. He actually thought he could get away with that little trick of his." Hermione muttered.
All three girls went back to bed, but all night, only two could find even a wink of sleep.
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'What. The. Flying. FUCK.' Draco Malfoy felt like killing himself, as he laid face-down on his bed, his head buried deep into his pillow. Perhaps if he burrowed a little deeper, he might just smother himself, and put an end to his state of great turmoil.
"I'm in deep shit." He muttered furiously, and he was very right about that. In one sudden motion, he slammed his fist into the wall. It formed a hole as big as the one he wished was smashed in the middle of Hermione Granger's face.
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A/N: Alrighty then, that sets the ball rolling. Please review for the sake my unmotivated self! Thankee very much.