Playing pretend Malfoy? (Drarry)

Why Seamus?

"Potter! Hey Potter!"

Harry attempted to ignore the irritating, usually cruel, voice behind him. Why did the Slytherins always have to bother him? Couldn't he have five minutes peace?

He was sitting alone at a table in the, mostly empty, library catching up on the history of magic. Yes you heard me right, for once in his life he was studying, I guess that's what boredom does to you. But this voice was persistent. "Potter don't ignore me!"

"What do you want Parkinson? I'm trying to work." He groaned turning around to glare at her smug face.

"What did Finnigan want? From the looks of it he appeared to be plotting something."

"Not that it's any of your business, but we're going to Hogsmeade. Why are you suddenly so interested?"

"What? Are we not best friends anymore?" She asked putting on a fake sad demeanour then smirking viciously. "All of Draco's friends are mine so stop acting like I'm going to hex you or I actually will!"

"We're not really friends, he had a right go at me last night which you probably already know about. We're being ci-"

"Civil. Yeah I know! Anyway as witty and thrilling as your conversations are Potter, I best be off. Have fun on your date!" She wailed waving whilst gliding out the door, an evil glint caught in her eye.

"It's not a date!" He screamed packing up his things grumpily.

Why was she so invested in his life, they'd only ever really cast sneers and occasional insults but he'd never known her to be so... nosey? She didn't know him and he didn't know her, she didn't even thank him after the war and everyone thanked him even Draco. This was most strange. From what Harry's seen she only really, authentically cared about the other Slytherins.

Harry was so invested in his own questions that he didn't hear the low, hateful grumble of something along the lines of, "Fucking Finnigan." Rise from the girl's throat.

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Right about now Draco was sitting on a hospital bed, legs dangling bonelessly over the edge, in the infirmary waiting for his check up results. He had been poked and prodded with needles, wands and other various medical equipment.

"Well Mr Malfoy I have some good news and bad news." A deep frown grew on his face, wrinkles creasing his forehead.

"All the poisonous chemicals are out of your system so all the coughing and vomiting will cease." She paused looking over her notes for a good few minutes. "Sadly the Amortentia toxins will take a few more days to leave completely, it seems they've taken a liking to your bloodstream. The only symptom will be smelling your most desirable scent continuously. If it hasn't fully gone in a week come see me and we can do something more, but for now just relax and try to act normal."

Draco's grumpy face had disappeared, replaced with one of confusion. Why was this such a bad thing? Shouldn't it be lovely to smell something so amazing all day everyday?

Seeing the curiosity seeping off of him Madam Pomfrey began to explain, "You see if you smell this too much you may become obsessed and addicted. You may very well become crazed at finding whatever the scent is originally from, all the time. It will get worse and worse the longer it goes on for; which is why we wait a week. Even powerful, strong willed wizards have fallen to Amortentia, this is why we don't play around with such an influential, compelling potion."

"So you're saying if it doesn't go away in a week I could become uncontrollably consumed by obsession?" He trembled in horror, normally he wouldn't be so outwardly expressive of his emotions, but this was Madam Pomfrey, if he trusted anyone with his life it was her.