ocean eyes (dramione)

Chapter 13

I stood stunned, watching Hermione, my mind only on the kiss.

"Well?" She snapped. "Your time's almost up, I should be back in class by now."

"I - I don't know what to say," I mumbled. "It's all I told you earlier. I - I..."

Hermione threw up her hands in despair. "I don't believe you. Why won't you tell me anything?" Her eyes filled with tears.

"Hermione --" I stammered. She turned on her heel and slipped back into the classroom, leaving me alone in the hallway.

"You did well, Draco," came Pansy's simpering voice. "You didn't give anything away. But the mudblood is too clever. Something must be done."

"Don't call her mudblood," I said angrily.

"Oh Draco, you don't really think I listen to you when you say that?" Purred Pansy, stroking his cheek. "You need to decide where your loyalties lie."

"With Hermione," I replied firmly.

"I need to change that," whispered Pansy, pulling a bottle out of her robes and uncorking it. It smelled of perfume and syrup.

"That's a love potion, Pansy," I said dangerously, slipping away from her. But I was tired, and groggy, and shaking, and Pansy had control.

Pansy wrapped her arm around my waist and wafted the potion under my nose. "Smells good, doesn't it?" She whispered, leaning against my chest.

I inhaled softly. "Yes," I said weakly. I looked down at noticed Pansy gently waving her wand. Green smoke was enveloping both of us and I could feel it making me sleepy and stupid.

"Do you want some?" Asked Pansy, swilling the liquid around in the bottle. I knew what the right answer was.

"N - No," I whispered weakly. I reached for my wand but my arms felt heavy.

"Yes, you do," coaxed Pansy softly. She chuckled. "Of course you do!" She kissed my cheek. It felt good, but not as good as when...Hermione kissed me. Hermione. I'd almost forgotten her name now.

"Yes," I mumbled. Pansy reached out and prised my lips apart without difficulty.

"Good," whispered Pansy, looking pleased. She was about to pour it into my mouth when somebody came around the corner.

"Professor!" I shouted. I didn't know what came over me, but I suddenly snapped awake. I pushed Pansy out of the way, ran through the green haze and tripped over to Professor Slughorn's side.

"Mr Malfoy? Miss Parkinson? What's the meaning of this?" He asked confusedly.

"She was trying to make me drink a love potion!" I said, my breathing ragged. Pansy looked tearful, but it looked fake. The love potion was away and the green smoke was done.

"Is this true, Miss Parkinson?" Demanded Slughorn, his face the colour of plums.

"N - No, professor," sobbed Pansy, her eyes oozing fake tears. "Malfoy cornered me on my way back from the bathroom and...and..."

"20 points from Slytherin. Each," declared Slughorn. "I will see you both tonight in detention, since neither of you will tell me the truth."

Slughorn walked on. Then, after a moment, he turned back and barked, "Get back to your classes!"

Pansy turned to me. "Don't worry, Draco," she whispered. "You'll be mine by tonight."  The bell rang then, and Pansy was lost in the crowds. I felt lost myself. I saw Hermione leaving transfiguration and called to her, but I saw that there was still tears in her eyes. I kicked myself for being so stupid.

"What did you do?"

It was lunchtime, and Ginny was glowering over me at the Slytherin table. I was seriously scared.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What did you do to Hermione, you bloody idiot!" Shouted Ginny, as heads turned in our direction.

"Nothing," I said, trying to quieten her down. "She just...overreacted." I sensed that this was the wrong thing to say. Ginny grabbed the front of my shirt and glared at me.

"If you don't apologise to her by seven o'clock tonight then I will personally come and shove my broom so far down your throat you'll be picking splinters out of your arse for weeks."

"I'm sorry, Ginny, I'm just tired, and --"

"If you carry on like this, I'll be Weasley and blood traitor to you." Ginny shook her head sadly. "Do what's right, Malfoy. Please. For her."

Ginny walked away. When I looked up she was comforting Hermione, who was talking with a confused, softened expression on her face, which was red and blotchy with tears. I wanted more than anything to go over and kiss her, but Pansy slid into my lap.

"Talking to the blood traitor again, Draco?" Hissed Pansy. "You look pale, you must drink something." Pansy picked up my goblet and offered it to me. I was too tired to protest or refuse it, so I took the goblet, offered it tentatively to my lips, and drank.

That's when my world turned upside down.