He wouldn't. He couldn't. He just wouldn't.
Draco's heart was racing very quickly as he sped down the hallway, realizing exactly what he had done with Granger. The sheer point that he had fooled around with her made him feel guilt and shame, and yet his mind couldn't help but imagine doing it again or maybe something even more. He shouldn't have been thinking this way, but he was.
The little beast inside of him had betrayed him; he thought it would give him a feeling of release, but now he felt nothing but emptiness. He couldn't understand. Granger had basically given her body to him yet he didn't take it.
"Tell her I love her?" He whispered to himself as he made it to an empty classroom and spilled himself inside. He sat down on a desk and contemplated. A question boiled in his brain, under his skin, and in the very depths of his mind, but he wouldn't ask it. If he did ask it out loud, he feared it might be true. He wasn't sure how long he sat in the dank, dingy, and un-used room. It must have been hours. The question still was prickling at his brain while he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.
If he really didn't mean it, he could have said it to her in a heartbeat. He had at many times before said 'I love you' to bed a girl, and this would have been no different. If he had said it he was sure he and Granger would have been having sex at this very moment, Madam Pomfrey in the next room or no. If he really didn't feel it, he could have lied so easily...
"Its just guilt." He told himself. "Its guilt for not finding out who raped her. That's all it is... yeah, that's got to be it." He assured his ego that that's all there was to it; no questions asked. "So all I've got to do is find out who fucked her up and I'll be curse free..." He knew this was a lie, but what was a lie to a Malfoy? A lie was a comfort, and at this point he needed one. The only thing he needed now was a plan. He couldn't seem to capture anyone in the act of being suspicious however... he was even beginning to believe Potter wasn't behind it all.
Potter... Hmm... Weasley could have been behind it, but Draco highly doubted even Weasley could be that smart to hide all his tracks. This person had to be sneaky, stealth like in their actions. But he knew it was too late... it wasn't as if he could go back in time and --- wait a tick. Draco remembered something he had overheard the Dream Team talking about -what were they? Time turners? But he had read somewhere that they had all been confiscated. Surely they couldn't all have been, could they? No, there was no point in thinking about that... a time potion might work however. He was sure there could be something found in the restricted section, but how to get in there was another matter.
"Er... Professor Dumbledore?" Draco asked, peering his head in to the Headmaster's office. It was scattered with sweets and chocolates, not to mention a few warm knitted socks and books scattered here and there. The Headmaster was sitting at his office, reading a book when Draco entered the room. His eyes did not avert from 'Witches Of The Fifth Realm' when he asked Draco to sit down. "I was wondering if you could possibly... Professor Sprout gave me this really hard essay to write over the Christmas break and I don't know exactly what a..." He tried to think of a big word to use, "Grist...er...minntonugus does?"
"Do you mean a Grisperntongous?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling. Draco, although he had no idea what the Hell a Grisperntongous was, nodded his head slowly. "Its a highly dangerous plant, Mr. Malfoy, that can bite off a human finger in less than a split second. -But surely that's not all Professor Sprout wants to know...?" He inquired. Draco shook his head. "And I suppose you'd like into the Restricted Section?"
"Er..."
"I suppose I should allow you to. It is Christmas." Dumbledore smiled. He grabbed up a piece of parchment off his desk and scribbled a note. "There you are, my boy."
"Thank you." Draco said quietly, feeling very sneaky and yet like Dumbledore knew... but he couldn't possibly. Draco walked to the door, almost making it out the door, when the Headmaster coughed. Draco knew he had been caught until-
"Merry Christmas, Draco." He said.
"Er... Merry Christmas, Headmaster." Draco smirked, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he left the room. "Yes!"
After an excruciating argument about the authenticity of Dumbledore's signature with the librarian, Draco finally made it to the Restricted Section. He found as he walked along the lines of books in chains that the Restricted Section was darker than any part of the castle he had seen before, (and that included the Slytherin Dorms). There were a few books like:
Madam Zelwage's 100 Most Potent Potions Cont.
(For the adult witch or wizard in you.)
By Madam Zelwage.
Sixty Ways To Kill A Vampire
By Johnson Bixbee
Illustrations by Houston Bree
So You Think You Know Your Potions?
Written By Bilbo Bigabones
(CAUTION: FOR REFERENCE ONLY)
This one seemed to catch Draco's full attention. He picked it up off of the top shelf and brushed off the dirt from the front of the binding. The letters were a bright silverish blue across the green cover, so they clashed in such a way that the book stood out even more. He looked from side to side to make sure that no one was around (and why would they be if this were Christmas break?). When he concluded that it was safe, he opened the book to have it cough dust in his face and make a scream. Disgusted, he looked for a way to shut it up. He tried rubbing down the spine, closing it back up, and even throwing it to the floor. Finally the librarian came rushing into the isle and scolding Draco for handling books with such non-care, before spitting directly on the front cover. It was as if all the magic died away from the book and it was left as normal as one you'd find from a muggle book store. Draco, thinking this was a little contradicting to good care of a book, was about to grab it back from her when she looked at the title.
"So You Think You Know Your Potions?" She read. "I thought you were studying for a plant..."
"Erm... I was." He said, snatching the book from her fingertips. "This book just fell off the shelf."
"Of course." She said to him with a curious tone, "Fell off the shelf."
"You dare question the word of a Malfoy?" Draco sneered to her.
"Mr. Malfoy, I knew your father with his same arrogant tone -don't take it with me." She said to him snipply before trudging off away from Draco to the edge of the bookshelf. "This is the book you're wanting." She said, taking a very plain brown book from the shelf. "How To Tell If Your Garden Is Deadly by Terry Hall. Now this is a book." She smiled to herself and handed it to Draco, before leaving the Restricted Section muttering, "Malfoys..."
Draco looked to the Deadly Garden book before chucking it back in a random hole of books. It was then that he proceeded to open up the Potions book and scan the pages. Several minutes passed by and Draco almost gave up on the book until he flipped by a page that he could see the word '-time trav-'. When he flipped back to the page the title read:
Time Traveling Potions Of The 1800's
Though time traveling potions are illegal in several parts of Europe and South Africa, they serve many purposes that the Ministry Of Magic fails to realize. The ultimate backfire of such a potion, however, could relate in being seen, causing a time rupture or mental disability for the said person who saw someone from the future. While many theories on the potion...
Draco trailed down, finding that this was very boring indeed, and finally found the potion ingredients.
The Time Traveling Potion:
Ingredients:
Two newts tails chopped into 3/4 centimeter slices
Six cat tongues
Holly-root and Chestnut oil (6-7 teaspoons each)
Four pixie wings
A Chinese Horse Ear
Heart of a dragonfly
Two butterfly eyes
A clock or pocket watch with date and time on it.
Already Draco could tell this was going to be one serious potion. Butterfly eyes? Was that even possible?
Instructions:
1.) First add 3 tablespoon full of Holly-root to 7 teaspoons Chestnut oil. Simmer for sixteen minutes, stirring counter clockwise. Add 4 more tablespoons Holly-root directly and stir 6 minutes clockwise.
2.) Add the newt tails one by one until potion turns light pink.
CAUTION: Do not wait till red.
3.) Crush pixie wings into powder and add to potion. Let sit three minutes.
4.) Place one cat tongue in potion
5.) Add Chinese Horse Ear and add 5 cat tongues all at once. Mix potion until pale blue.
Everything seemed easy until he read steps 6 and 7.
6.) Place beating heart of dragonfly in potion and wait until green smoke emerges from your cauldron. Make sure if you place full dragonfly in mix that you do not place wings in potion. This will cause potion to create magma and ruin your potion immediately. CAUTION: Make sure Dragonfly heart is beating. If it is not, potion will create poisonous gas.
7.) Place in two butterfly eyes in the center of your cauldron and stir both counterclockwise and clockwise at same time, letting boil to a deep purple color. Let set under starlight for seven days or until boiling stops.
"Seven days?" Draco asked himself. "Are they insane? I can't possibly wait that long..."
8.) Add clock or watch with date and time to potion at the exact date and time you would like to refer back to. Drink potion. Make sure to never be seen. NOTE: You will be sent back to your own time in exactly one hour.
"And where the Hell am I going to find all of these?" He asked, pacing back and forth before ripping the potion instructions out of the book and shoving the book back up on the shelf and the page in his pocket. "I'm going to require a lot of things..." And then it hit him. Potter had used the Room Of Requirements so many times before -why not him? And so Draco escaped the fiery rudeness of the Librarian and made it to the seventh floor, to the wall of the Room Of Requirements. He paced back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
I need a place with all the necessary things needed to make a time traveling potion. I need a place with all the necessary things needed to make a time traveling potion. I need a place...
Suddenly a door appeared in front of him with a brown dragon on the front and a gold handle. Draco smirked to himself. "Piece of cake."
Days passed, however, and Draco found it not such a piece of cake to make such a hard potion. In fact, he found it the hardest thing he had ever made in his life, and he was extremely careful when he added the Dragonfly heart.
The only other thing boiling on his brain besides the potion that week was Granger. He felt so sick to his stomach when he thought about how long he had been away from her that he had thrown up several times in the last three days. He knew he had blown it. Completely and utterly blown it. He had rushed into things too fast and now he was sure Granger would never want to see his face again. She surely must have been nervous when he shoved his hands up her skirt...
Draco's thoughts strayed so far away that he hadn't even bothered to pick up his Christmas Presents from the library -they were back in his room, though, sent up by Madam Pomfrey no doubt. But Draco didn't want them. His mind thought night after night about sneaking into the infirmary and checking up on Hermione. Yet, he knew he'd have to have an excuse -and finding out who raped her was the best excuse he could make.
On the seventh day Draco appeared in front of the room of requirements and checked in on his potion. It was perfect. He read over the instructions once more and made sure everything was intact -but they weren't. He had forgotten one very big detail; He was not to be seen. The Prefect's Bathroom was a wide vast place that anyone could see who was where, and Draco didn't think he could just hide in the bubbles.
Shit, I need an invisibility cloak... He thought to himself as he added a pocket watch and bottled up the potion in a glass vile. Suddenly the room shifted and Draco was surrounded by hundreds of invisibility cloaks -some old, some new, some small, and some huge. He smirked, thinking this was very convenient, and found a particular one he found fitting. It felt as if water touched his fingertips when he grabbed it up and threw it over his head. Slowly, he placed the vile to his lips and drank it down. Now was the time to prove to everyone that he wasn't the rapist.
Suddenly it felt as if his insides were twisted to the outside of his body, and a chilling feeling ran over his bones as he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was in the school's prefect's bathroom, in front of a nervous looking Hermione Granger, twiddling her fingers as she leaned up against the wall alone. Perfect, Draco thought, Simply perfect. He'd catch the rapist yet.
He didn't have to wait long; a tall dark figure walked into the Prefect's Bathroom, covered by the shadows.
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