Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition
Team: Tutshill Tornados
Position: Seeker
Word Count: 901
Chaos reigned throughout the Great Hall Thursday during breakfast. It had started peacefully. The eighth years had all filed into the room at the beginning of breakfast, minus a few stragglers. They had sat at their normal places at the special table set aside for them. Some mild fighting broke out on one end, and those awake early enough turned to see Draco Malfoy being held back by two Ravenclaw eighth years. The boys holding Malfoy were both whispering viciously into the blonde's ear. He seemed to be ignoring them, and still more students trickled into the hall. But it was seconds later that eyes turned to the other end of the table where Ron Weasley and Seamus Finnigan were holding back Harry Potter. It was instantly apparent that the blonde and the brunette were staring at eachother feverishly. For third years and up this was nothing particularly exciting. But nothing was truly chaotic until Harry Potter managed to shake off his friends, round the table, pull the Ravenclaws off Draco Malfoy and pull the blonde into a searing kiss.
For half-a-second the entire hall was dead silent. Most students had their silverware inches from their mouths. A few unfortunate students had already taken the bite of food, and the noise of eggs and pumpkin juice falling onto tables filled the silence. Than the half second was over and everyone made noises they would later deny. None of this was important to Draco and Harry, both already working on the button down shirt they wore under their robes. Luckily Professor McGonagall chose that moment to walk into breakfast. With a quick spell she put both boys to sleep and had them on their way to the Hospital Wing before Hermione Granger had even looked up from the form of her fainted boyfriend. The only person who seemed unaffected was Luna Lovegood who was calmly eating her toast.
Professor McGonagall rubbed at the headache that was growing behind her eyes. Why was it always those two? She had thought that after all the war had taught them, they would learn to stay out of trouble. Her thoughts were interrupted with Madam Pomfrey came out from behind the white separator. "So?"
"It's as I had feared. Both have ingested Amortentia. I would say this was an accident, since I cannot image a student doing that to these two students. But the facts are conclusive, the potion was keyed so that Harry would be after Draco Malfoy and vice versa. I would recommend speaking to the House Elves."
"Do you think they did this?"
Madam Pomfrey laughed once before shaking her head. "No, but a student may have asked them to put the potion into their juice or something. It has happened before."
"I know. What will you be doing in the meantime?"
"I'm going to contact St. Mungo's and see if they have an antidote with them. My supply seems to be missing."
McGonagall let out a heavy sigh. "Alright. Whichever student was behind this is going to have detention for months if I can help it."
Harry woke with an insatiable need to see Draco Malfoy. He could still remember the feel of the gorgeous man's lips against his. He could hear the familiar sounds of Madam Pomfrey and McGonagall to his left, so taking a chance he went right. In the next bed over was the most gorgeous blonde to have been ever born. Harry had a sudden idea and licked his lips in preparation.
Draco woke up to the most wonderful sensation. He knew instantly that the hands on his thighs belonged to the golden boy. He vaguely heard voices and knew it would be bad to make too much noise, so he used his hand to muffle any noises that might have tried to escape. His fingers tangled with the brunette's bee's nest and his head bent back.
When his fire turned green Healer Clive sent a little prayer to whatever was listening that it wasn't another sickness that may or may not be part of a pandemic. When he saw Madam Pomfrey's face his heart almost stopped. "What can I do for you dear?"
"I was hoping to grab two batches of Amortentia Antidote. I have two students who have been heavily dosed."
Inside Healer Clive released a breath of relief. He walked to his personal supplied and looked for the antidote. "I assume you have them locked up of course. With a heavy dosage..."
"The Headmistress knocked them out for at least six hours."
Healer Clive paused and turned to look at the floating head. "You may want to check on your patients."
Panic set in on the woman's face. "Why?"
"Call it healer's instincts." The connection continued and he heard her horrified gasp seconds later.
Darton the House Elf was most pleased with himself. Poor Dobby had been a good, if crazy elf. Darton knew that both Wizard Harry and Wizard Draco were close to the deceased elf's heart. Darton had watched the two Wizards dance around each other for years, and he had decided that it was all he could do to bring them together. Dobby would be happy. He had considered using elf magic, but he decided to use the love potion. The boys would be healed of magic love and come to realize their true love for one another. Dobby would be happy.