How Do I Comprehend (Dramione)

Chapter Three- Lips Dressed in Red

The next day, I walked to my potions class with Harry. This year, Ron had taken a different course, so we rarely had class together. As we almost reached the classroom, I tripped on an uneven tile and dropped my books. Harry helped me try and collect them, but when I looked up, I saw the face of Malfoy staring down at us. I quickly gathered my books and stood up. Realizing that mine and Malfoy's facing were way too close for my liking, I took a few steps back and frowned and Harry joined me.
"Mine not spitting on my shoes, Granger?" His spiteful tone filled the ears and a bitter smirk crawled onto his face.
"Back off, Malfoy." Harry groaned, then pulled on my arm. "Come on, let's go." He pulled me away and through the door into the classroom of Severus Snape. Once we stepped in, Harry dragged me past a cloaked figure, with his back facing us, writing on the large chalk board. We took our seats onto some stalls, then watched as Malfoy and Gregory Groyle strolled in and nodded to Snape. Snape stopped writing and spun around, glaring at us all.

"I expect no less of you all this year but I expect no more. You're all a bunch of children that need to be disciplined and by doing so taught how to meld the mind and brew glory. No, listen closely, because I am about to ask you questions and if you do not answer them quickly enough points will be deducted for sheer stupidity." Snape's dragging tone and sharp actions made me wince slightly, catching his eye. "Ah, Miss Granger. Tell me, what will I get if I add Powdered Root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?"
I had to think fast, and I took in a deep breath, then answered willingly. "They make sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death." Then I exhaled as Snape moved onto his next victim.
"Still got it, Hermione." Harry leaned in and whispered to me. I smiled and opened my book to the page Snape had written on the board. After being taught about Laverne de Montmorency, Snape told us to set up our cauldrons and gather ingredients, ready to brew a love potion in pairs.
"Okay, so firstly, we need Ashwinder eggs... have you got those?" I asked Harry, reading off of the list in our book. Harry lifted up a bag. "And... Rose Thorns? Peppermint and Powdered Moonstone?"
"So, Granger." Malfoy turned around to face us from where he had been sitting in front of us. "What makes you fall in love?"
I exhaled in annoyance and snapped back. "There would be no point in telling you because you have no idea what the word affection even means let alone love." I went back to reading the method, but Malfoy didn't stop there.
"Oh, you like peppermint?" Malfoy swung on his chair and grabbed one of our ingredients, then chucking it into his cauldron.
"What the hell?" Harry moaned, banging his hand on the table.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Snape wondered over, flaring his nostrils and flattening his mouth into a straight line. "Having a little temper tantrum, Potter?" Malfoy and his gang snickered at Snape's remark.
"No, sir. Nothing." Harry lowered his head and groaned. "Malfoy that little idiot."
"Well," I said while stirring our cauldron, "he did warn us yesterday." Then I elbowed Harry's shoulder and giggled, making him smile.

The rest of the day was the same as usual, but it was on my way down the corridors to watch Ron's Quidditch practice when I spotted Malfoy again. This time, he was alone. I tried to avoid him by walking the other way, but while I turned on my heels, he found me.
"Hey, Granger! Wait up!" I didn't turn around, but instead continued walking through the crowds and trying to dodge any hope of him catching up to me. Once I had pushed past chatting first years and people huddled together outside a classroom, I turned around to see Malfoy stopped outside the crowd. I thought he lost me, but as he was searching, I made the wrong desicion to continue staring at him. When we caught eye contact, I knew that I was doomed. I walked over with my head hanging, holding onto my satchel bag.
"I give up," I regretted, slumping my back and sighing as I glanced up to see Draco smirking his crooked smirk. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the crowd and down the corridor, then around the corner and next to a classroom. Malfoy glanced in the door and pulled me into the abandoned room. It had a few desks, so I sat on one and admitted defeat.
"You know, if I tell Harry or Ron about this, you're dead." I attempted threatening him, but it failed because my voice was shaky.
"Yeah, of course, Granger." Malfoy then walked over to me and stood right in front of where I was standing, then he inched closer. Although my heart was racing from adrenaline, I stood up off the desk add walked around him, leaving him by hinself. I walked over to the window and shut my eyes for a second.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I want your help." Malfoy requested.
I laughed once and turned around, to find Malfoy's face right up close to mine. So close, I could feel his breath. Peppermint...
I coughed and he realized how close we were, then he stepped back.
"And why would I help you?" I crossed my arms and leaned against the window.
"Because if you don't, I'll tell my father that you were delighted to hear that he was going to pay your muggle parents a little visit." Malfoy rose his eyebrows and turned his back on me.
"Fine... but what is it you want my to do, exactly?" I walked forwards until I stood in front of him, looking up into his sky blue eyes.
"I want you make me a love potion."