Draco's POV

Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and I finished eating dinner and went to the Slytherin common they were all in bed, I went back to the head's common room.

It was time for bed but I still need to review my notes for the test tomorrow so I was alone, Granger's already sleeping in her bedroom.

I was rummaging my bag for a piece of parchment and a quill when I felt something smooth. I took them out and saw they were the two love potions we made in class.

I'm not much of an expert in potions like Granger but I could at least tell which is which.

The Amortentia was not much of a use but the other one is. Hhmm...I wonder how my future wife would look like.

Before I knew what I was doing, I gulped down the potion.

Almost immediately, I felt warm all over. My vision faded and was replaced with that of a brown bushy hair. A few seconds later, the vision changed into pretty brown eyes. This made me froze over. Is this who I think it is? The final vision was a red and golden stripped background.

I started to panic. Seriously? Granger? I didn't know a single Gryffindor and Slytherin couple. We'd be the first in history. What am I going to do? I don't want to marry her. The trouble is potions don't lie.

After a while, I calmed down and said to myself over and over in my head, "It could be another person. It could be someone not Granger..."

If it really is her then I'll just look at the bright side. Granger's pretty, and very intelligent. She always works hard to get something done on time, or even earlier. Come to think of it, she's not that bad.

I dropped my things on the coffee table Granger and I share.

I was about to throw the glass vial away when I thought better of it and wash it instead.

On the corner of my eye, I saw something reflecting the light on Granger's study table. It was a vial similar to mine. She also must have drunk the potion.

I went to bed thinking of Granger and the potion.

Later

I woke up and saw I was alone, and what's more, in my bedroom at home.

I looked around and saw a tall figure looming near the bathroom door.

I groped around for my wand and when I finally got it, muttered, "Lumos."

It was a mannequin with dress robes the color of midnight.

I was bewildered. How was I transported here and what is the suit for?

The sun was rising and I went to the kitchen to find some food when I heard my parents talking in the living room.

"...we have been waiting for, Lucius."

"Yes, we worked hard to plan it and every guest is coming." What on earth are they talking about?

"...was not worth to be Draco's wife, but as time passed by, I learned to love her like a real daughter."

""Yes, she's quite agreeable. At first, I was angry at Draco's decision, but then she began to grow on me. I can say, Draco chose a good wife."

Walking back upstairs, I passed the guestroom and the door was opened by someone familiar.

"Draco."

It was Blaise. "What are you doing here, Blaise?"

"Draco, you should be getting ready, it's almost time."

"Almost time for what?"

"You've got to be kidding me, Draco, for your wedding, of course."

"My wedding? To whom?"

Blaise stared at me like I broke out of a mental hospital and said, "To Granger, of course."

"What?!"

"Yeah, her. Why do you act so surprised?"

A loud thud was heard and my head hurt. I looked around and saw that I was back at Hogwarts. I must have hit my head on the headboard. It turns out to be just a dream.

I couldn't stay here any longer so I got dressed and went to the Great Hall. I sat on my usual spot and waited for Blaise.

A few minutes later, he entered, caught my eye, and sat beside me.

"What's up?"

"You won't believe it if I told you."

"Try me."

"Oh, sure, but promise not to tell anyone."

He srugged and said, "Alright, so what is it about?"

"Did you drink the potion yet?"

"You mean the vision potion? No, I haven't."

On the looks on his face, I know that he could tell that I'm worried.

"Well, I have, and you know who I saw? Well, think I saw."

"No, who is it?"

"Granger."

"Granger? You serious, mate?"

"Yes. I'm serious. Help me, what am I going to do?"

"Calm down, mate. You might have mistaken her for another person."

"But how do you explain the red and gold stripped pattern?"

He shrugged for a second time, "Some things are not meant to be explained."

"How philosophical of you," I snickered. Blaise scowled at me.

"Look."

I followed my gaze to where he was pointing to and saw Granger enter through the gigantic doors of the Great Hall.

"You're dead," he smirked, "Granger must have dreamt practically the same thing. You two are destined together."

I watched her with a hopeless feeling in the bottom of my stomach.