Whenever she got sad, there was 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.
And on the other hand, whenever he got sad, there was 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.
Until they discovered something that only required both of them in the same room -- nothing else.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 �...
Contraceptive potions, to be provided by Draco Malfoy and consumed by Clementia Bass on a daily basis, will be the only form of contraceptive used. (This rule is subject to change).
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T H I R D P E R S O N
It's been exactly a week and a day since she last heard from him.
No words exchanged when they see each other in the Great Hall or in shared classes, no notes accompanying the potion that magically appeared on Clementia's bedside table every morning (or dawn, she assumed), not even a grunt of acknowledgment whenever they pass each other in the halls. Draco Malfoy was giving her the silent treatment, and she was not enjoying it at all.
She had finished all the schoolwork she missed from her week in the infirmary, including the essay for the potion he helped her brew, so there was no reason for them to see each other, other than the group research work that they had finished four days ago.
The stolen glances they both took when they got the chance meant that his silence didn't exactly mean he was ignoring her, but that he simply did not have a reason to talk to her. And it was frustrating.
The last bit of interaction she had had with him was the parting kiss, and after eight days, she was nowhere near getting by. Especially not since she knew that whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it—was right at her fingertips.
In many ways, she had been personally affected by the recent changes between them. For one, the contraceptive potion she had been taking daily had side effects that her body had yet to be used to. It caused a weird sort of appetite; the type to get her to eat one serving more than she usually does. She had also been sleeping better, despite the workload that had only recently gotten much more bearable (compared to the previous week).
She felt different—and weirdly enough, it seemed to be aiding the potions Madam Pomfrey made her take. She noticed this, of course, but said nothing more than a hum of interest upon noticing the slight change in her weight in one of her daily diagnostic charms. The healer was never one to pry.
But, despite the effects, Clementia felt that it was all useless. She hadn't even had sex with the person she was taking it for in months.
