AN: This is written for The Golden Snitch Halloween Costume Contest- Dress-Up. The prompt is: Greek Toga: Write about the ill effects of Amortentia. For me, the whole potion is ill, in any way. So, taking that into account, I'm also using the administering of it in an ill way, for punishment. I am tweaking things with the potion a bit, meaning larger doses at once mean more of an obsession while lighter doses farther apart are just infatuation. Also, the Brewer doesn't have to be the one on the receiving end for the potion to work, in this case, as long as the Brewer adds something for the receiving person it will work. I'm in Hogwarts, Slytherin!

This is not a happy ending!

TW! Allusions to suicide, nothing graphic and certainly no detail!

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Lord Voldemort was livid, none of his supporters were able to procure the prophecy, and a few of his supporters had gotten themselves locked up in Azkaban in the Process. One of the few that disappointed him, and got caught in the process was Lucius Malfoy. He was also the only one of the quaint group that had a child. Deciding a fit punishment was quick for Tom, remembering the conversations him and Lucius had had about Potter's little mudblood, Hermione Granger.

Calling his best Potions Master by his mark, he commanded Severus Snape to brew as many batches of Amortentia, bringing the first batch to him as soon as it was finished. With Snape letting him know it would take 9 days for the first potion to be complete, he left his master's company.

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Sitting at the dinner table at Malfoy Manor, Voldemort was surrounded by Narcissa, Draco, Severus, Bellatrix, and of course, Nagini. He had arranged for the Amortentia that Severus brewed, to be slipped into Draco's pumpkin juice, and was eagerly awaiting Draco's fate. He was set to arrive back at Hogwarts tomorrow, and was going to keep an eye on how Draco's new 'curse' would befall him at school. Once dinner was served, Voldemort sat back and waited until Draco took his first drink of the night.

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(Draco's POV)

I was eating my dinner, when Hogwarts' resident bookworm popped into my head, out of no-where. I wanted to see her, talk to her, and suddenly, kiss her. As I was eating, I started contemplating how I would get Hermione alone, and show her my love for her. It was unbearable. I wanted her. I needed her.

Excusing myself, after draining my juice, I headed up to my room to repack my trunk. I needed to get myself noticed by her, when she wasn't surrounded by her gangly orangutans. Those buffoons only held her down. Once I finished with my trunk, making sure everything was meticulously arranged, I laid down for the night, dreaming of her.

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(Hermione's POV) [ Three months later]

Sitting in the great hall for dinner, she kept squirming under the intense gaze she was receiving from the Slytherin table. She was personally getting fed up with what Draco Malfoy was doing, and for once, she agreed with Harry that he was up to no good.

Since their return to Hogwart's for their sixth year, Hermione had had to turn Malfoy down for an unbelievable amount of dates, report him to two teachers, and she broke his nose, again, when he tried to kiss her.

Yes, something was up with Malfoy, but he wasn't a Death Eater. She proved that fact because his left arm was not marred by the evil snake and skull, when his sleeves were rolled up while he tried to assault her lips.

No, she feared something that could be far more sinister was going on, and she was going to ignore it for the time being. The ferret deserved whatever he got. The thing that worried her the most, was why was he all of the sudden interested in what he previously deemed a mudblood swot.

Unfortunately for her, the ferret was no standing directly behind her. Swiveling on her seat, she opened her mouth to tell him to 'bugger off,' when she watched him get down onto one knee, pulling out a uncharacteristically huge engagement ring. Stifling her laughter, she watched him stumble over a hideously cheesy, proposal, that he confessed his undying love for her, and that he would die without breathing her air for the rest of his life.

Noticing he was expecting an answer, and that multiple people around the hall had the mouth's gaping open, she pinched herself, to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Realizing that that was not the case, she hastily turned her attention back to Malfoy, and roughly turned him down.

Laughing while she turned back to her dinner, she held of the mortification that was brewing in her gut about being that harsh to another person, even if it was Malfoy.

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(one week later)

Hermione stood at the back of his funeral, willing herself not to cry over her guilt. She should have noticed, his weird obtuse behavior, his sickly pallor skin, his obsession over her. She felt the hands of her two best friends settle on her shoulders, understanding her inner turmoil.

Everyone was blaming her for his death, even the people that disliked him. The Slytherins were the worst, sending hexes and foul words of retribution her way. She spent more time crying this week then doing her schoolwork. They had two days off in remembrance. They had to clear out of Gryffindor tower while they removed his body and scrubbed the floors. A poor third year found him, laying in his blood in front of the portrait, who fled after he slashed at her, trying to gain entrance.

He was under Amortentia, Madam Pomphrey said, an exceptionally strong brew. She spent many hours dispelling their questions if she brewed it, if she put him under her spell. Even Dumbledore didn't believe her at first, until he delved into her mind.

Shrugging her thoughts off, she abruptly turned and stalked back off to the castle, wanting to find the nearest alcove to have a good cry.

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I did warn you it wasn't a happy ending, I'm sorry, don't hate me!