"Len vsvaniit dan." I love the word "vsvaniit", but it is such a suggestive word, especially in this sentence. :D

Harry sat with Theodore inside the dorm room contemplating how to get the map while Draco, enjoying a box of chocolates, mulled over whatever it was he was supposed to be doing while they were looking out.

"I don't think that Mudblood has it right now." Harry, who was now using the term (among others) without even flinching or feeling a tinge of remorse, told Theodore as they hung out on the latter's bed. "This leaves the half-blood and that Blood Traitor Weasel."

Theodore sat up suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, eying him worriedly.

"Forgot to get something from Professor Flitwick." He abruptly was striding quickly from the room. "Will catch up with you later."

"You're working yourself into an old senile man faster than you should be!" Harry hollered after him and turned to see if Draco had found what he'd said amusing only to see that Malfoy looked...dazed.

"You there, Malfoy?"

"Huh?" He gave Harry a dumb look and then nodded. "Y-yeah..."

"Okay..." Harry looked at him suspiciously, but moved on. "Hey, you know, we should go down and get lunch. It's about that time."

"I'm not really hungry." Malfoy replied slowly.

"Well, it looks like you ate half a box full of chocolates."

"Yeah..." Malfoy seemed as if he was in another world. "But...they were so good."

"Chocolate tends to be pretty tasty." Harry shrugged, eying the box that was looking a little familiar. "Kind of got put off it a little after third year...but...were'd you get those chocolates from anyways?"

"It doesn't matter..." Malfoy said dreamily and then burst. "Harry, I can't take it!"

Caught off guard all Harry could do was sputter, "W-what?"

"I can't stop thinking about her!"

Harry's mouth dropped, recalling the time he'd seen Draco with Pansy in Hogsmeade when he had looked like he wanted to be anywhere, but there with her.

"Okay...but this shouldn't throw you off breakfast..."

"I don't think she knows I exist." Draco sat down on his bed and grabbed his pillow to hug it, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

"Well, you two have been dating for most of this year now, so I'm pretty sure she knows you exist."

Draco gave him a stunned look. "Who are you talking about?"

Harry's expression couldn't get any more stunned. "Who are you talking about?"

A smile spread across Draco's face in pure rapture. "Laura Madley."

The stutter of words exploded from Harry's mouth, "That Hufflepuff girl? I'm surprised you even know her name! She's a Mudblood and her friends are all Blood Traitors and..."

"Don't you talk about her like that!" Draco jumped to his feet and threw the pillow at Harry so hard he nearly fell over. "I love her!"

Harry, stunned, had only a moment's time before Draco came running at him with his fist drawing up to punch him. He ducked down and dove to the side and the drew out his wand and pointed it at Draco. In the same moment he caught sight of the chocolates again and realized with horror and wonder that Malfoy had eaten the spiked chocolates from the Hufflepuff.

"Wait!" Harry held up his hands. "Wait! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that!"

Draco stopped trying to attack him. "Really?"

"Yes." Harry was glad love potions seemed to make people a little dimmer. "Yes...you know...I know you don't really know her, but..."

"Do you?" Draco asked hopefully, rushing up to him so he was only a hair's breadth away. Harry staggered backwards, shocked by the close proximety. "Can you inroduce us?"

"Y-yes." Harry tried to compose himself. "Yes. I can. Follow me."

Looking absolutely elated with this, Draco began to follow Harry out of the dorm and through the castle. "Where are we going?"

"To Slughorn's office."

"Why would Laura be there?"

"She has extra potion classes with him."

"I wonder if he'd let me take them with her if I asked..." Draco murmured, starry-eyed.

They were halfway to Slughorn's rooms when they ran into Theodore who gave Draco's dreamy expression the most bizarre of looks.

"Love potion." Harry muttered under his breath. "Come on, Draco."

"To see Laura, right?" Draco asked excitedly.

"Yes, to see Laura." Harry grinned at Theodore, who seemed absolutely gleeful.

"Where are you really taking him?" Theo whispered into Harry's ear and the shorter Slytherin didn't miss the thrill in his voice.

"To see Slughorn." Harry responded in a hush.

"Can't we toy with him a little longer?"

"No..." Harry laughed uneasily. "Look. He'd never forgive us."

"Don't much fancy being turned into a girl for whatever it is he's up to." Theodore glanced back at Draco and snickered. "And this is too good to pass up!"

Harry laughed louder than he should have and Draco instantly was upon them, asking if they'd share the joke.

"Oh, it's an inside joke." Harry told him. "Sorry."

Pouting, Draco crossed his arms, but was quickly uplifted when Theo reminded him they were going to see Laura.

"I don't know what to say to her." Draco looked over his robes. "Do I look all right? Do you think she'll like me? I hope she likes me! What if she doesn't? If she doesn't I think I'll just pitch myself over the top of the Astronomy Tower."

"We'd miss you." Harry told him with a smile towards Theodore, who just seemed beside himself with amusement and glee.

They arrived at Slughorn's quarters and, after several knocks on his door, he finally answered.

"Harry, this is very early for a call...I generally sleep late on a Saturday..."

"Professor," Harry spoke as quietly as he could, while Theodore distracted Draco by pretending to ready him for meeting Laura. "I'm really sorry to disturb you, but my friend Draco's swallowed a love potion by mistake. You couldn't make him an antidote, could you? I'd take him to Madam Pomfrey, but we're not supposed to have anything from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and, you know...awkward questions..."

"I'd have thought you could have whipped him up a remedy, Harry, an expert potioneer like you?"

"Uh...well, I've never mixed an antidote for a love potion, sir, and by the time I get it right, Draco might've done something serious..."

Draco began to try to shove past Harry. "I can't see her, Harry...is he hiding her?"

"Was this potion within date?" Slughorn eyed Draco with interest. "They can strengthen, you know, the longer they're kept."

"Would explain a lot." Theodore sniggered.

"It's for a Muggle-born Hufflepuff girl." Harry tried. "And Draco is very keen on blood and House affiliation. You can imagine the embarrassment, sir..."

"Oh, all right, come in, then, come in." Slughorn stepped aside for them. "I've got the necessary here in my bag, it's not a difficult antidote..."

Draco rushed past Slughorn, but tripped over the man's foot and toppled rather comically onto the floor, much to the amusement of everyone there, in particular Theodore, who was crouching on the floor with his hands clapped over his mouth and straining to keep the fit of laughter from bursting out. Apparently Draco drugged up on a love potion was the funniest thing the boy had ever seen in his entire life. It was no wonder he had wanted to share it.

Yanking himself to his feet, Draco, righted his robes and looked around bewildered. "She didn't see that, did she?"

"She's not here yet." Harry told him as Slughorn began to prepare the antidote.

"That's good." Draco looked immensely relieved. "How do I look?"

"Very handsome." Slughorn offered the boy a glass of clear liquid. "Now drink that up, it's a tonic for the nerves, keep you calm when she arrives, you know."

"Excellent." Draco chugged the antidote in only a few gulps and then beamed at them. Then, his smile vanished and he gave them the most horrified look, in particular the absolutely giddy-with-joy Theodore.

"Back to normal, then?" Harry grinned at Draco then turned to Slughorn, who was chuckling. "Thanks a lot, Professor."

"Don't mention it, m'boy, don't mention it." Slughorn helped Draco into a nearby chair. "Pick-me-up, that's what he needs." Slughorn began to going through his collection of drinks. "I've got butterbeer, I've got wine, I've got one last bottle of this oak-matured mead...hmm...meant to give that to Dumbledore for Christmas...ah, well..." He shrugged. "He can't miss what he's never had! Why don't we open it now and celebrate Mr. Malfoy's return to normal? Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love..."

He poured them each a glass and passed them out. "There you are then. Well, a very happy recovery to you, Draco..."

Everyone raised their glasses, but Theodore suddenly stopped Harry from drinking his and it was good too for abruptly Draco dropped his glass, started to rise from his chair and then collapsed, jerking uncontrollably with foam dribbling from his mouth and eyes bulging from their sockets.

"Professor!" Harry yelped. "Do something!"

But Slughorn was paralyzed by shock. "What...but..."

Harry was in Slughorn's potion kit before the man could sputter more and Theodore was beside Draco, trying to clear the foam away while telling Slughorn not to drink the mead. With bezoar in hand, Harry jumped back over to Draco and shoved it into Draco's mouth. A moment later and he was still.

Translation: "I need you."