It was possible to make antidotes based on the ingredients in a potion, that was basic sixth year material, but, as Hermione had come to find that very same day, it was much easier if you know what was in the potion to begin with. If you didn't have that much, you needed to know at least what it did. Given that Hermione was too smart to simply try out the potions Malfoy had handed her, a little investigation was in order.
Little may have been an over statement. As soon as Hermione opened the catalogue of products sent to her by the twins, the order form floated out of the middle. She snatched the page up quickly before it fell off the edge of the bed. Next to the spread sheet where customers were meant to ink in their order was an advertisement for His and Hers Pleasure Intensifying Elixir. Below the large swirly letters wan an image of the two phials; one clearly meant for the male partner and the other for the female.
A hot pink blush crept up in Hermione's cheeks. No wonder Malfoy wanted a remedy for this if it had gone wrong. She tried not to picture what had gone awry concerning that particular part of his anatomy. Still, she couldn't help but wonder. The more logical aspect of her brain quickly reprimanded her and then took over. She needed to talk to Malfoy; ask questions. Though both Hermione and Molly Weasley had very similar opinions when it came to the twins, the former had never heard one complaint of their products, much less those from their love and relationship line.
For a few minutes, Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed and pondered. She could walk away; refuse to help Malfoy. Since when had he ever done anything for her benefit? At the same time, he had sought her out. It was unlikely he could sort this out without garnering unwanted attention.
So, he had passed the seedy deed on to her. What was her reputation to him? The thought made her bristle for a half second before putting her pride aside. He would owe her if he honoured such an arrangement; she doubted it. But she did have leverage over him now, something she would be able to use in her favour one day.
Eventually Hermione talked herself into continuing the investigation based on a number of half-hearted excuses: she had already agreed, it was mildly funny, it was an independent study project. Before she could talk herself back out of it, she grabbed some spare parchment from her nightstand and composed a letter to Malfoy.
"From your father?" Pansy's hot breath tickled Draco's ear as she leaned in to his shoulder at the breakfast table. She had been sticking particularly close to Malfoy over the past few days. They continued to shag almost endlessly, the need always there even seconds after reaching an orgasm. They both tried to avoid looking at Granger whenever possible, yet they were drawn to her. Once, they had bumped into each other while following her in the library. Pansy's eyes, dark with lust, reminded Draco of Hermione's. They quickly moved to the back of the library and shagged silently against a wall. It took all his will power not to drag the Gryffindor along.
He shook his head in reply, but it was unnecessary. Lucius Malfoy had impeccable handwriting, but there was no doubt, especially after Pansy had stolen some of Granger's notes that she kept tucked away in her bra, that either could mistake the tiny script that covered not nearly enough of the page.
centeriI'd like to discuss our potions project tomorrow night, in the room of requirement. I believe I have the antidote I was studying. Seven. Bring the object of your desire./i/center
It had no signature and the owl was one that belonged to the school; no one aside from the two Slytherins reading the note would have any idea as to what it pertained to.
"Does that mean me?" Pansy, though she couldn't believe it, was jealous, not of Hermione being Draco's "object of desire" but of the idea of them being alone together. More specifically, her being with him when Pansy wanted to be with her.
"That must be what she meant. She wouldn't say that about herself; maybe it is part of the antidote. I guess we both have to go."
Pansy had expected him to argue. What if Granger pulled some stunt? What if she had told her friends? He had told Pansy that he hadn't brought her up in his conversation with Granger. Pansy didn't know if she should believe the reasons he gave her or not. The more she obsessed over Granger, the more she felt like Draco was the thing standing between them. Apparently he didn't share the sentiment.
The next day was full of classes for the both of them, but with the prospect of being alone, in a room that others couldn't get in to, with the object of their lustful desire, was something to be guarded against. They spent the several hours leading up to it shagging, wearing themselves out on his bed, against the wall, on the floor, and even on Zabini's bead after the mattress fell off his own. With an hour until the meeting, Pansy stepped out to clean herself up and Draco headed for a cold shower.