Draco's POV

Bloody hell.

He couldn't get the image of her in that tight dress out of his head. The way it hung perfectly on her curves, or the way she downed that shot like she was a pro. But the thing he couldn't get out of his head the most, was what she had told him. It was Blaise's idea to slip the potion into her drink. Originally, he had been against it. He didn't want to talk to her anyway. But Blaise called him a chicken shit, and nobody calls Draco Malfoy a chicken shit. Nobody. So he took the potion and gave it to her, thinking it was nothing.

He doesn't know whether he regrets it, or he's happy about it.

For one, ever since that moment, he's thought of her in a different light. Of course he always thought she was attractive. It would take a blind man not to see that. But he never thought anything other than that. Until the moment when she spoke last night.

"Well the fact that I've been in love with you since the first day of Hogwarts is probably a good one."

How was that even possible? He was so cruel to her. He basically tortured her and her friends since the day he had met her. How is it possible that she could feel anything but hatred toward him?

And how could he have let Blaise talk him into something like that?

Of course when Blaise asked him what Hermione had told him, he lied and said that the potion hadn't worked on her. And at that moment, Draco was glad that Blaise was drunk enough to believe it.

"It didn't work?" he had shouted drunkenly at Draco. "That's- that's terrible!" And then he started to sob.

When Draco woke up this morning, he went straight out to the common room and sat down on the couch near the fire. The first year boys that were sitting on the nearest couch bursted out laughing when they saw him.

"What?" he asked. They continued laughing. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you blokes?" He shouted at him. That shut up quickly after that, and a small brunette first year spoke up.

"You.. uh.. have writing on your face." He said.

"And a mustache!" One said, but quickly covered his mouth. Draco rushed to the bathroom and saw that he did indeed have a mustache on his face. Along with the words "I love hot mudbloods" written on his forehead. What had happened last night?

He washed his face and stormed into the great hall to give Blaise a piece of his mind. This was definitely his idea.