Ultimatum (A Drarry Fanfic)

Potions

Later that week, the trio finally started to put their little prank into place. They had decided that much like in their second year, the girls bathroom on the 2nd floor was the safest place for them to work. Being in there had brought back memories that made all 3 shudder to think about and left them all slightly on edge all while they were in there. Ron and Harry watched while Hermione started working, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

Hermione was sitting on the floor with the cauldron in front of her, reading out of a book called "Ladies Guide to Getting the Man." The book was open to the page on strong love potions. Ron had had a field day with the fact that Hermione even had this book in the first place, however she cooly reminded him who her date to the Yule ball had been and how she had wanted to be as prepared as possible for that date. After all, dating was a foreign territory to all of them and not something that could be as easily researched as they would have liked.

"Now that the beetles eyes are mixed in we're supposed to let the potion simmer for a full day before we can give it to the victim." Hermione said, reading the last few steps of the potion quickly while stirring the potion in a counter-clockwise motion. The potion was a dirty pinkish color that would eventually grow transparent. A very convenient color that would not cause as much suspicion as it would if left the way that it was.

Just was Harry was cleaning up the last of the supplies moaning Myrtle flew threw him, leaving the poor boy feeling as though he was just doused with a very large bucket of ice.

"Hello Harry. It's been a while since I've last seen you. Oh how I wish there had been less bubbles" she giggled to herself. She winked at him and Harry shifted around uncomfortably for a few moments before turning red in the face. He did not want to be rude to her but he also did not want to engage in conversation either, so he simply said a quick greeting before looking away. Ron was grinning from ear to ear, no doubt waiting for the moment Myrtle left the area to tease his best friend about his dead admirer.

"Hello Myrtle, erm this isn't the best time to talk. Maybe another time. Okay?" Harry knew that that other time was not going to come.

Myrtle looked devastated.

"Alright Harry, just don't forget. If you die you're more than welcome to share this bathroom with me." She said solemnly before squealing in sadness and flying down the nearest toilet. As soon as she was gone Ron burst into laughter.

"Getting a little cozy with Myrtle are we now?" Ron chortled.

"Stuff it, and if you must know she was the one who told me to put the egg in the water." Harry said throwing a left over beetle eye at Ron, who ducked and chuckled as it landed square in the toilet.

Now that the potion was simmering within it's cauldron, the only thing Harry had left to do was get a sample of the hair of whoever was going to be the victim of Malfoys unstoppable love. That would be easy of course, all Harry had to do was sit next to Neville in potions, who happened to sit near Crabbe and Goyle's desk and wait for the inevitable mayhem that happened every potions class to take a small piece of hair from the one of the two unsuspecting Slytherins. He only hoped for his sake that no one would give much thought into his new seating arrangement. 

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For once Draco wasn't looking forward to a potions class. He was still annoyed with his meeting with his godfather the night before and how he was reprimanded for trying to come up with a concoction that would seduce Potter into loving his best friend, the filthy blood traitor. The words "obsessive" and "not like you to stoop so low" ringing in his ears. Snape really should have known that when it came to Potter, Draco would stoop to the gates of Hell itself for a chance to embarrass the other boy.

Upon entering the classroom, Draco immediately noticed that there was something different. The mudblood and weasel were sitting together and Potter was sitting next to the near squib Longbottom. For a split second curiosity washed over Draco but was soon dismissed once his godfather walked into the classroom and ordered everyone to take their seats. He assumed that the other Gryffindors were simply too fed up with the weekly disasters that came from that corner of the room and Potter, being himself would volunteer to be bait next.

The first hour of class ran smoothly for Draco with no interruption or problem so he was free to his usual obsessive thoughts on making Harry's life a living hell but as soon as he put his last ingredient into his lavender colored potion, there was an explosion behind him. He stiffened in his seat waiting for what was going to happen next.

As much as Draco wanted to ignore the whole thing he couldn't block out the screams of everyone who was hit with a shrinking potion. After four years, he still wasn't used to having a classmate that was beyond hope for not causing chaos.

Draco grabbed his belongings and walked up to the front of the room but was cut short by someone bumping into him. Turning, he was prepared to tell off whoever it was that had hit him because he didn't want his perfectly ironed robes wrinkled. That was until he saw that it was Potter with a shrunken head and right arm.

Draco couldn't control his laughter. He had tears pouring down his ice blue eyes as he watched his enemy walk towards an absolutely seething Snape. Finally taking a look around the room towards where he heard the commotion, he noticed that Crabbe was also with Snape with a shrunken head and torso and Goyles left arm and leg were shrunken, causing him to hop on his right one and grip tables as he passed them to keep himself from falling over. Longbottom, being completely doused with the potion, was the size of a mouse.

By the time everyone that had been hit with the potion were returned to their full sizes and Snape had taken points off of Potter as well as all of the Gryffindor class for not helping one another, the bell had rung and Draco didn't waste anytime getting out of the dank dungeons into the brightness of the Great Hall. Still laughing to himself over the scene from earlier, he sat down in between a fellow 4th year, Pansy, who Draco viewed as his only female friend and Goyle. They spent all of lunch coming up with future names that they were going to call Longbottom in the hall. Little did the group of teenagers know, the roles of teasing would soon be reversed.