Red Wine - White Linen | D.M

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I've spent far too long thinking about him.
I've almost let myself admit that I might want him.

Almost.

Ive noticed he's laid off the drinking and he's far more sober than not. Pleasantly he's not so cruel all the time. It's almost calm.

Almost.

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In a surprisingly peaceful state of mind and a slight Malfoy daze, few weeks passed quickly. I found myself spending my days actively holding onto my crush as a way of distraction, it was a great idea. Until the crush decided to keep growing, no longer able to be smothered.

As if on cue our -usually relatively tame- Friday evening drinks rolled around. On this particular Friday night things decided to get rather spellbinding. I was having a particularly good time playing a questionable version of would you rather with Theo, Blaise and Pansy when something odd decided to slip.

We were sat round the fire in the common room, suddenly all to ourselves after Draco plainly threatened some third years, an irritatingly attractive action if I must say. I had just returned from the kitchen and cheerily perched myself in Pansy's lap, gaily putting an arm around her, I was the ideal amount of tipsiness.

This round it was Theo's turn, though I found myself glancing to the sofa behind where Draco was laying. As usual he wasn't really involved, mostly observing with the occasional comment.

"Blaise!" Theo grinned. "Would you rather have a days worth of puking pastilles or a days worth of that frisky potion of yours?"

Pansy and I immediately exchanged glances, suddenly  curious.

Blaise chuckled lightly holding back an obvious deviant smirk, clearly more wasted than the rest of us.

"Easy, The potion. I have nothing to hide anymore."

He winked at Pansy. Though she didn't take any notice. I sat up, leaning in closer to the circle. "What potion?!"

Pansy whacked him in the arm. "Yeah Blaise, what potion!?"

He put his head in his hands and groaned. "Theo! Look what you fucking started!"

Draco sniggered, making one of his scarce comments. "Yeah, what potion?"

"Oh piss off! You know exactly what it is!" Blaise and Theo both muttered.

We sat waiting and when no one decided to speak Blaise shrugged and reluctantly continued. "I stole it from a restricted potions book."

"Go on." Pansy goaded, shoving me off her lap.

He let out a groaning huff type of sound.
"When you drink it, it turns your underlying sexual desires mad, and the more you resist, the worse it gets. Or in my eyes, the better it works."

I settled back down, satisfied with his answer. Pansy though, well, she actually proved that she, in fact, has had too many drinks, too many to think rationally apparently.

"Let's have some!"

Imagining Pansy under influence of this mysterious potion was hysterical for some reason and I dared her to do it, egging her on until someone gave in.