Love's Potion [Dramione]

Chapter 13

Draco was in a foul mood for the rest of the day. This was the second time this week he had been hit by Hermione Granger, and in front of his friends no less. His once perfect reputation was slowly disintegrating until eventually he'd be as cool as Neville Longbottom. This did not please him in the least.
"Whatever you said to her last night must have made a lasting impression," Blaise said with a chuckle. They were making their way down to the Quidditch field for some early evening unofficial Quidditch practice.

Draco glared at him. "There was no need for her to hit me. If she had wanted to hit me for what I said last night, she would have done it then. I think she's just gone mad."

"That's a possibility I suppose," Blaise agreed.

Making their way onto the field, the two boys were greeted by a few other Slytherins, including Pansy Parkinson. As soon as Draco saw her, he groaned and attempted to walk away before she noticed him. However, he just wasn't quick enough.

"DRAKIE!" Pansy screeched. She ran over to them as quickly as her legs could carry her. "Drakie, I have been looking for you all day! Where have you been?"

"I was everywhere you weren't," Draco muttered.

Pansy giggled. "You are so funny, Draco! Anyway, I've been looking everywhere for you, because I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?" Draco said quizzically. "For what?"

"For this!" she exclaimed, holding her right hand out for him to see. Blaise looked at it with slight interest, while all of the color drained from Draco's face.

"Pansy," he said slowly, trying to stay calm. "Where did you get that ring?"

"It fell out of your robes! It's so beautiful! I can't believe you would buy something this wonderful for me! Well, I mean, I do believe it because, let's face it – I'm worth it. But I was just so pleasantly surprised and -"

"Pansy, shut up," Draco growled. "I didn't give you that ring."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know that. It fell out of your robes, remember? But it was for me." It wasn't a question; she was stating it more like a fact.

"No, Pansy. It wasn't for you."

Blaise tried hard to stifle a laugh. "Boy, this is embarrassing."

Pansy scowled at him and turned back to Draco. "What do you mean it wasn't for me? Who else would it be for?"

There was an uncomfortable silence, and then Pansy shrieked, "NO! NO WAY! It was for the mudblood, WASN'T IT?"

Draco glanced around at the other Slytherins on the field, who were now listening in on their conversation. "Pansy," he hissed, "keep your voice down, will you?"

"I WILL NOT KEEP MY VOICE DOWN!" she screamed. She took the ring off her finger and threw it at Draco. She missed, and it landed on the ground in back of him. "You had the gall to give me a ring that you were originally going to give to a MUDBLOOD?"

"Pansy," Blaise butted in. "I think you are completely missing the point here. He was never going to give you that ring."

"WHATEVER! Draco Malfoy, I never want to speak to you again! You stupid...horrible...person, you!" And with that, Pansy stomped off.

"Wow, it's your lucky day," Blaise said, bending down to pick up the ring. "Pansy Parkinson just told you she is never going to speak to you again. I wonder what I could do to make her say the same thing to me..."

Draco didn't respond. He took the ring from Blaise's hand and shoved it into his pocket.

"Want to tell me about that ring, mate?" Blaise asked as they continued further onto the field.