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Chapter Nine

Bad Intentions

"Under investigation,
Lies a bitter heart,
Let the poison sink in,
Let it leave its mark,
There use to be a likeness,
Used to be a spark,

I am not what I've done,
What I've become,
The smoking gun,
Can't fight these bad intentions…"

Bad Intentions by Digital Daggers

Monday September 23rd, 1996

In the doorway for Potions

Pausing for a second in annoyance, Draco could not help but briefly remember how the dim last night had been, especially when nothing had been able to pass through the vanishing cabinet over to his aunt. Silently wanting to believe that the only reason he was fallowing along with the Dark Lords plans was so he could keep not only his mother safe, he remembered the distinct feeling of satisfaction as started mending the cabinet last night. It seems that the Dark Lord knew that Draco was the only one who could accomplish the task, and that knowledge made Draco feel somewhat powerful. In all honesty, blood traitors and mudbloods deserved whatever they got, because they were rather gromless when it came to pureblood superiority.

Sneering at those somewhat brash thoughts, he rolled his eyes, slowly walking over towards his seat. He then let his leather bag slip from his shoulder onto the flat smooth surface of the double desks, while he sighed, hoping that Granger would not be so shirty today. Fixing his dress robes, he then sat down in his assigned seat as he retrieved his potions book along with his quill and a bottle of ink from his bag.

Unexpectedly, someone standing beside him slammed a stack of books roughly against his desktop causing him to flinch slightly then proceed to shoot a rather derided scowl. When he noticed it was none other than Granger herself, he rolled his eyes yet again, deciding it was best to say nothing and he should continue ignoring her after yesterday. Glancing shortly at her facial features, noting the irritation laced into them, he gave a singular lift of his brows and then looked away from her.

"In case you're wondering, Malfoy, I'm still waiting for some sort of explanation for not only what happened on Friday, but also as to where in Merlin's name, is my wand. When I went to look for it last night among my things, it was nowhere. Gone." Draco listened to her hushed and surprisingly rather malicious voice, as she took her seat next to him while scooting in closer towards him. Clearing his throat, suddenly a bit anxious from her close proximity, he narrowed his eyes to look at her, and then shifted in his seat away from her. Attempting to remember what exactly happened during the attack, he felt his jaw clench slightly as he recalled her dropping her wand in the dark and with any luck, it would still be there.

'Maybe if I continue to ignore her, she will stop such a nosy bint…' he thought quite irritated, but observed her facial expression unchanging, still waiting for some sort of an answer. Then the damned cinnamon tickled the air he inhaled sharply, causing him to bite his tongue from making a noise when all he wanted to do was gasp at the feeling he got, but that was not an option especially when he was this close to her.

Just when she opened her mouth probably so she could continue talking, Draco watched Professor Slughorn walk into the classroom from his office and noticed in his hand he held what Draco assumed were two small potions with the same bottles. He sighed, knowing that if there would be a need for a wand during potions, he would need to do things for Granger, because she lost her wand.

When the clocks chimed three times to signal classes were starting, he looked towards Granger for a second seeing her still staring him, as if she were lost in some sort of deep thought. The idea that Granger was yet again ogling him, made a smirk twist at his lips as he continued to observe her until she recognized that she was in fact, still staring at him quite intently. Leaning towards her, feeling the warmth of her against his face, her scent grew strong the closer he got, as he proceeded to push her curls over her should and leaned to speak softly delicately into her ear.

"You're drooling Granger…" he murmured hotly as his lips brushed her ear lobe lightly causing her to gasp quietly, as that tingling feeling rushed from his bottom lip and over him completely, which caused him to exhale a shaky breath upon her neck. The sensation was the same one he had gotten yesterday when he grabbed her ankle, hot and prickly making his heart beat faster for some odd reason. Shaking off the feeling, Draco could tell she was unmoving in her seat, which told him she was either surprisingly not repulsed by his action nor by his rather close proximity, or she was blatantly shocked.

He knew that Granger was hiding how his corporeal whispering in her ear had slightly affected her, which made it even more amusing. Draco rapidly recalled that he was supposed to feel repulsed by getting that close to her, and the fact that it was a pathetic mudblood let alone Granger, but for some reason he was far from disgusted. The lack of abhorrence he surprisingly had not only made him feel uneasy, but slightly worried him as he nonchalantly leaned away from her.

"Settle down, settle down…" Slughorn called vociferously, as the rest of the classroom hushed their talking while Draco turned his attention from Granger whose reactions were still rather entertaining, if he said so himself, towards Professor Slughorn. Trying to forget his worry, Draco watched the professor placing one of the potions upon the table behind him, Slughorn held the one still in hand above his head, showing the class the bottle. "Now what you see before you ladies and gentlemen, is a rather curious little potion known as Felix Felicis, or more commonly known as…" Slughorn was talking while Draco noted Granger sitting upright in her seat swiftly with a quick intake of breath.

"Liquid luck." Granger stated loudly in what Draco assumed was wonder, as he felt his cheeks flush remembering the feeling of her ear lobe touching his bottom lip ever so softly along with the almost sensual gasp he had heard from her. Looking over Granger briskly, feeling out of place, he then turned back towards Slughorn who was giving an odd open-mouthed smile.

"Yes, Miss Granger, Liquid luck." Slughorn looked over the classroom as Draco narrowed his eyes, silently impressed she knew what it was as he looked at Granger without turning his head. "Desperately tricky to make, disastrous should you get it wrong. If done correctly, with one sip, you will find all your endeavors succeed, well, at least until the effects wear off...," he declared wryly with his eyes wide and his older lips pursed together for a moment tightly.

When Draco heard what Slughorn had said, he paid all his attention to the liquid luck that lie in the professors hands. If Draco had the Liquid Luck, he would not need to worry so badly about his task the Dark Lord had assigned him as the new death eater, because he would have luck on his side. Draco watched him turn around to grab the second potion and hold it up for the class to see, as the Professor continued to talk.

"Yes, well, this is what I offer to a lucky pair today. One bottle of Liquid luck, along with a bottle of a simple wit-sharpening potion. They both have two uses in each bottle, so you both can split them in half. These potions go to the pair who, in the hour that remains, manages to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Death, as for the recipe, it can be found on page ten in your books." Slughorn huffed, lifting his wand as different jars of ingredients flew to each table, along with the proper equipment. Draco scooted his chair forward, using his wand to open his book while the pages flew open; he pretended not to notice Granger opening her book manually. "Although, I should point out that only once did a pair of sixth year student's mange to brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim these prizes. Nevertheless, good luck to each and every pair, and let the brewing commence..."

Using his wand, Draco started to set up their desks, organizing the different ingredients looking towards his book to see what was needed and how much of each. Turning towards his lab partner, he noticed her expression was rather malevolent as she glared up at him, which made him almost laugh.

"Care to share why exactly you're looking like you're about to hex me with an unforgivable or something? I am honestly quite relived you've accidently misplaced your wand Granger…" He mocked her cocking his left brow whilst reaching for the knife and the cutting board. Draco almost chuckled aloud when he saw her facial expression change as he said 'misplaced' hoping to rattle her just a little more before she were to actually attempt to hurt him. "Now, if you're done staring, we should probably start brewing our Draught…" He said to her lowly as he looked down at the book about to read the instructions.

"Misplaced my wand?" she hissed under her breath as he turned to see her taking three steps towards him so that she was almost touching him less than a foot away. Her anger slowly disappeared into what looked to be a somewhat stoic and indifferent to his words. "Right, well then, I guess seeing as you have no idea what I'm talking about, I will just have to tell Professor McGonagall about what I remember, maybe even Professor Dumbledore himself. I wonder what they will have to say about all of this, don't you." She asked with a forced smile that made Draco's eyes widen for a second, what worried him more was that she had memories to prove what she was saying, and he could not obliterate them in class.

With a mumble a silencing charm surrounding the two of them, as he looked over the classroom once to see if anyone was looking at them, and then he reached for her wrist drawing her forward into his chest. Ignoring the somewhat pleasurable burning sensation that he got from touching her smooth warm skin, while her other hand lie palm flat against him as he sneered down at her. It was rather obnoxious for her to keep prying into his business, and it was hardly his fault she had lost her bloody wand.

"Are you actually threatening me, trying to make me to tell you something? Really, Granger, aren't you supposed to be the Brightest Witch of our age or something? As if, I would listen to you Granger. It seems you keep forgetting whom you're talking to and it's beginning to get rather annoying. You're nothing but a filthy mudblood, and I wouldn't tell you anything." He scoffed as she gave him a smirk while she wiggled her eyebrows at him causing him to gape slightly.

'The gall of that witch… Who does she think she is?' he thought to himself infuriated by her audacity as she shrugged then began to step backwards but was stopped by his hand automatically tightening upon her wrist. Draco watched her expression snap from smug to irritation within a fraction of a second as she ripped her wrist out from his grasp and then proceeded to get in his face.

"Tell me where my wand is at and what happened on Friday Malfoy, or I can assure you that I will talk with Professor McGonagall about what I do know. And something tells me greatly, that involving a professor is not what you want, now is it?" she asked with her chin rose slightly causing him to roll his eyes in irritation. With a sigh, he reached his left hand upwards to rub his face in annoyance then look around the room at the rest of the pairs that had a head start on their Draughts.

"Fine, you win Granger. How about this, if we win the liquid luck along with the wit sharpening potion, I will tell you everything I know, tonight, in the library, after patrols." He said with his lips pursed feeling somewhat smug knowing she would agree, but he also knew he only had until then to come up with something believable that would get her to back off. Shaking her head while glaring at him, she rolled her eyes at him, which only made him want to chuckle knowing she would agree to his simple demand.

"No… The library is fine but right after dinner when there is still people awake, and you tell me where my wand is now." she quipped sharply flashing him an obviously forced smile that he returned with his causal Malfoy smirk. Not that he wanted to meet where people could see the two of them; he just found it rather amusing that she agreed to meet him alone at all.

"Agreed, but remember, that's only if, we win the Liquid Luck Granger. As for where your wand is, I honestly don't know, but I have an idea." He reminded her, as she huffed with a glare as she reached for her potions book annoyed. With a nod of her head, she began to read how to make the Draught as he couldn't help but watch the way she looked down at the book in her hands. Tearing his eyes away from Granger, he looked up as he removed the charm surrounding them as he saw none other than Pansy shooting a glare towards him for a second then she looked towards Granger with a dangerous glint of anger in her eyes.

"Am I wrong for thinking out the box where I stay,
Am I wrong for saying that I choose another way,

I ain't tryna do what everybody else doing,
Just cause everybody doing what they all do,
If one thing I know, I'll fall but I'll grow,
I'm walking down this road of mine,
This road I call home,

Walk your walk and don't look back,
Always do what you decide,
Don't let them control your life,
That's just how I feel,
Fight for yours and don't look back,
Don't let them compare you, No,
Don't worry you're not alone…"

Am I Wrong by Nico & Vinz

Near the end of Potions

With the occasional sideways glances, alongside the not very subtle exchanged somewhat ire expressions while they made the Draught, Hermione found that it was best to comply with Malfoy's request if she wanted answers. Sure, the easy way was to talk with a professor about what she remembered, but she wanted to know what he was hiding, call it simple curiosity or whatever. With an aggravated sigh, she waited to add the last ingredient until Malfoy agreed with her, knowing he kept looking towards her for some odd reason.

He then gave a singular nod smirking lightly, and she added the Infusion of Wormwood, while they watched the liquid beginning to stop the bubbling, as the color changed from a pale lilac to a clear form. Looking around the room, Hermione could tell that what seemed like the whole class was having troubles making the Draught. With a smug grin, Hermione looked up from the potion about to signal professor Slughorn when a loud banging sounded from two rows in front of her and Malfoy.

"Look what you did! Just because you think, you're 'The Chosen One', doesn't mean you can go around being such a clumsy oaf Potter! We could have won this thing but you just had to go ahead and knock our Draught over!" a faintly familiar voice shouted from Harry's direction, as Hermione watched the obnoxiously arrogant Terry Boot giving Harry a hard shove. She knew Harry was about to say something back to his lab partner, and she was about to take three quick strides towards her friends side, but was stopped by Professor Slughorn.

"Really, cause I could've sworn you were the one who was being an oaf Boot…" Harry spat, obviously annoyed at Terry's blame while Hermione watched Slughorn settling the dispute quietly as she then looked back towards Malfoy at her left side. He was chuckling to himself about something probably to do with making fun of Harry she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes.

Chewing lightly upon her bottom lip, she thought about how only half an hour ago, he had brushed his lips against her ear causing her to gasp. With heated cheeks, she wanted to forget about Malfoy's stupid hands or his lips upon her in anyway, he was a right git and nothing more. Clearing her throat, she then raised her hand to call over the professor and forced herself to look in any other direction than where Malfoy was currently standing. Walking it their direction, she waited for Slughorn to make his way over towards the two with a feather in hand.

"I believe we've finished professor." Hermione said evenly, still ignoring Malfoy at all costs while the professor dropped the feather inside their Draught. The three of them proceeded to observe the Living Death Draught claiming the feather quickly, as if a fire was devouring it.

"Merlin's beard… It's magnificent… I dare say one drop could kill us all…" Slughorn grinned widely as he turned towards Hermione, who was currently still ignoring the other sod standing to her left with what she assumed was a smirk, not that she looked or anything. "Fifty points to Gryffindor and Slytherin, for brew such an exceptional Draught of Living Death." Slughorn stated loudly for the whole class to hear, as she couldn't help but smile.

"Professor, what about the Liquid Luck and the wit-sharpening potions?" Malfoy asked with a smirk and Hermione could see the uncomfortable feeling written across Slughorn's older facial features. Meeting his gaze, she felt her brows frowning together as he nodded wearily but gave her a soft smile nonetheless.

"Yes. Yes of course, they're right here, in my pocket." He reached inside for the two handing one to Hermione and one to Draco. "Miss Granger you have the, uhm, Liquid Luck, and Mr. Malfoy you, have the wit-sharpening potion. Don't use it all in one sitting though, nor should either of you mix the two potions together…" he warned with his mouth agape and awkward per usual, but that wasn't what caught her attention, what caught her attention was the fact professor Slughorn had said it backwards. In fact, she had the wit-sharpening potion and Malfoy had the Liquid Luck, which didn't make sense to her.

'Unless Slughorn doesn't want Malfoy to have the Liquid Luck…' she thought to herself, looking at Malfoy who was already looking down at her for some peculiar reason, but decided it was because he really did want the luck potion for a reason. 'Might as well add that to the list of questions I am going to ask him tonight…' she nodded as the clock chimed loudly, signaling that potions class was over and now was her free block. Students started to clear out, using magic to clean up their desks, Hermione casually started to pack her bag trying to seem oblivious to Malfoy who was still looking down at her.

"You do realize your hair is in quite the state, Granger?" he said somewhat smugly and she could almost hear his signature smirk on his words as if were some sort of a jab at her. Turning to give him an annoyed look, she lifted her brows and her chin towards him, blinked twice then shook her head as he remained smug.

Turning to leave after collecting all of her things, she suddenly felt his long fingers slip around her upper arm, stopping her before she could go over towards Harry and Ron. Malfoy then progressed by yanking her backwards towards him feeling her arm touching his chest for the second time today. "Here is your potion Granger, now I asked for the Liquid Luck. If you want me to explain what happened at all then hand it over; it is after all, the only thing that I asked for." He said rather ardently into hair directly above her ear causing her to shiver, bite her tongue from gasping yet again, and causing her stomach to churn violently for some reason. His delicious musky scent wafted in the air before her as she deeply inhaled feeling her mouth watering at the smell.

"Right…" she replied lowly as she slowly reached for the potion in her inner robe pocket, and he then switched the potions with her exactly as she expected him to. "Here you are Malfoy. See you this evening after dinner." She whispered to him and couldn't help but love the burning feeling she got as he touched her even through her robes but had to remind herself who was touching her. Mentally scolding herself for that thought, she felt her cheeks heating while she cleared her throat and felt him gently let her go, letting his fingers linger, and dancing down her arm for a second. Giving him one last somewhat forced smile, she spun around towards Harry and Ron who stood at the door waiting for her. Walking over to her friends, she thought to herself somewhat smug that he believed he had the Liquid Luck.

'Whatever he is up to, I will find out about. Besides, if anything, I will get my wand back tonight and I should learn what really happened to us when we were on patrols.' With that thought, she stopped to, look over her shoulder one last time to see Malfoy watching her leave.

Feeling his steely eyes look her over one last time, she swallowed the heated feeling she unexpectedly felt from his concentrated gaze, and then let her eyes lower from his gray ones towards his slightly parted lips. The second she realized what she was doing, she tore her eyes away, then fallowed her two friends out the threshold into the crowded narrow hallways. She wasn't like most Gryffindors, she was going to try to be civil with Malfoy the best she could, and honestly at the moment, all she could do was hope he hadn't seen her rather obvious lingering stare.