Silver and Gold // Dramione

Poisoned

6th Year, February 14th

A breath of air escaped Draco as he closed the portrait door behind him.

The distant voices of Potter and Weasley conversing on the best route to take to get Hermione to Slughorn's office was mixed with Hermione's whines to see him.

Blaise. Blaise had done this too her.

He had done this knowing it would effect not only Draco, but potentially Hermione's relationships with her fellow Gryffindors.

The irony of the Love Potion Given of Valentines day was beneath him at the moment, Draco was more transfixed as to how Blaise had accomplished the feat. Usually Love Potions - even Lust Potions- required that the object of desire be the one to give the potion. in this case, Hermione's affection towards himself should be the result of a potion administered by him- but it wasn't. Blaise had somehow bypassed a step in the brewing process and mixed in an element that assured Hermione's attraction would go to him.

He needed to get his hands on the box of chocolates Potter had absentmindedly referred too. Presumably they were still in the Great Hall if they had yet to get Hermione back into the Senior Prefects Common room.

He took a few minutes to compose himself before venturing down to now bustling dinner Hall.

Trying to seem inocculous, Draco stayed on the wall by the door and fanned his eyes over the crowd. He started with Gryffindor table, roving his eyes up and down the cheesily decorated wood. There were several adorned chocolates boxes on the table, but all had girls opening their wrappers or a boy hand extending it to their beloved. Draco then ran his eyes along the floor then, searching for a tacky red box or perhaps pink ruffling wrapping paper. Still nothing in sight that was unattended that could have been Hermione's package.

"Surprised to see you here" Blaise snuck up behind him and smirked cockily in his direction. He looked too relaxed for Draco's comfort, like he hadn't a care the world. Like he hadn't just drugged a fellow student. Draco was fighting the urge to punch him square in the face like Hermione had done to himself in third year. It felt appropriate.

"And where would you presume I would have been?" Draco refused to meet his eyes, instead kept his eyes looking over and over the floor and table again, and then looking to see if any of the Gryffindor's were looking concered at an opened box.

"I'd thought you'd have been taking advantage of my little surprise for you. Thought you'd have the mudblood spread for you on the floor ... or maybe even the bookshelf"

Blaise didn't need to confirm that he was the one who'd drugged Hermione for Draco. He'd come to that conclusion easily enough after watching Blaise keep an eye on Hermione in Potions that morning.

Draco's hands clenched into a fist, nails scraping into his skin, and knuckles popping.

"How'd you do it?" Draco asked the question before he'd realized it. Logically, he knew Hermione was likely already being given whatever antidote was needed to cure her of her obsession with him. But something inside of him wanted to know how much she'd confessed was real. He wanted to know if he would be able think that of her when she wasn't intoxicated out of her mind.

"Simple lust potion, with a twist- added a few drops of a strongly brewed Amortentia, instead of the consumer's attraction going to the brewer, it went to whomoever was represented in their love potion's scent. Honestly, it was gamble she'd go to you, but I figured it be just as amusing to see Granger throwing herself at Potter or Weasley in the Great Hall while you watched"