Mathematical Hormones

Chapter Three: Drinking + Slytherin + Gryffindor + Bed – Clothes Mashed potatos?

After thinking a little while about the crazy dream I had, I decided to forget about it and go eat something in the Great Hall. I told Madam Pomfrey I was feeling better and that I just needed something to eat. I pulled on my robes and walked out of the Hospital Wing, my cold hand trailing down the stone railing of the stairs to the first floor.

I got to the Great Hall and sat down at my house's table, the whole Hall was empty and I was just sitting there in the dark. I muttered a spell and a candle in front of me became lit. The ghostly shadows of the flame danced upon the stone walls of the Great Hall as I sat in solotude, eating by myself. My hands reflected against the stone wall from the dancing flame of the white candle in front of me, sitting in a gold candle holder.

I took a swig of some vodka I had in a small flask inside my robes, filling up the rest of my goblet with the clear liquid. My eyes stared at the plate before me as my hand repeatedly brought the goblet to my mouth. Reach, tip, swallow. Reach, tip, swallow. All my body did were those three actions as my mind danced in another realm. I imagined the beautiful blonde in my mind, not hearing the footsteps that surrounded the Hall outside of my mind.

My mind clicked with the real world as soon as a pale hand reached for my goblet and smelled the clear liquid that scorched my throat inside but made me forget most of my troubles. I couldn't make out a face, but I did hear a familiar voice. An almost too cruel voice to be sounding this genuine.

"You know, Potter, vodka isn't going to be solving any of your troubles." That voice whispered tauntingly as the flame of my candle flickered and I caught a glimpse of the speaker.

"Draco…what are you doing down here? Wait…why aren't you trying to attack me or ruin my life?" I spoke breathlessly as my heart started to race.

"Call it my new leaf." Draco laughed as he took a sip of my vodka and took out his own goblet, filling his and my own with the all too familiar clear liquid.

He held up his goblet and gently bumped it into mine, a small clank echoed in the dark and empty room. We both swallowed at the same time. My eyes wandered frequently from the man that I was in love with while his eyes stayed plastered to my face. I looked up at him slowly, seeing the small light dance across his face, only making me want him more but still there had to be some reason he was down here.

"What is it you want Malfoy?" I asked suspiciously as my eyebrow raised, trying to keep my hormones to a safe level.

"I only wanted to have a drink and I saw you come down here and I thought I might join you." He laughed slowly as he filled my goblet and his again.

Enjoying his company, I shrugged, drinking the clear liquid with him. We talked for hours and hours on end it seemed like as my glass always remained full. I soon got over the fright of talking to him as more and more of the vodka dripped down my throat. I hadn't noticed how amazing he could be, I always thought he was an immature and cruel asshole. This "new leaf" as he called it was finding a way into my heart.

I don't know what else happened before I woke up today but I must have made a move on him. He obviously ripped my clothes in half as I could see them on the floor torn to pieces. This was almost too good to be true but then it all changed. I was in the Great Hall and it was packed, there was food around me and…Lord Voldemort! He was right next to me, holding a plate…of some white substance near me with a spoon, trying to feed me.

"Eat your mashed potatos Harry! You need to be strong if you want to defeat me!" The oddly mother-like Voldemort said to me as he pushed the potatos in my mouth.

Quickly I sat up in bed, my eyes wide as I turned to the side, looking down as I saw Draco laying near me, his arm wrapped around my lower abdomen. I turned my head to the side, blinking a little. I slapped myself across the face and to my surprise, it hurt. Yep, this was real this time.

"What the fuck is with these weird dreams!" I almost yelled, forgetting about the blonde beside me.

"Mrpfh." Draco sighed into his pillow as he turned to his side.

What the hell happened last night?