When Love Hurts | Dramione - COMPLETED

Forgotten

" - no idea, Professor, he just collapsed, and murmured 'bleach'," A loud voice babbled. 

Draco awoke with a groan, taking in his surroundings. He was in Snape's office.

"What a... surprise," Snape muttered, his lips barely moving. "Do you know what happened?"

Draco turned his head to the side painfully. Hermione and Harry sat there, looking worried.  

Heather was nowhere to be found. 

"Love Potion, I believe," Draco coughed out. That potion really did taste like bleach. 

Snape raised an eyebrow. Just as he was about to say something, Dumbledore swept in, looking majestic in his orange robes. 

"Mr. Malfoy! A Love Potion... let me guess, from our delightful student, Ms. Heather C.?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Severus, you may go to your office, I will take care of this."

Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten that they already were in his office, but Snape got the hint. 

"Yes, Headmaster," he managed to say, before walking calmly away. 

Draco barely managed to restrain a gasp. 

"Yes, Headmaster," Snape managed to say, before rushing outside, nearly forgetting his bag.

"Miss Smith, that was incredibly careless of you" Dumbledore reprimanded, and Draco saw Hermione's terrified face grow white.

"Oh no, Professor, what did I do?" she wailed, covering her face with her hands. "I messed everything up!" 

Again? This entire thing was too scary for words. He saw Hermione looking obliviously at him. 

It happened again, he mouthed to her. 

Her face turned white, just like it had in the... flashback thing. Was this how life was going to be like from now on? Random visions of him and Hermione just confusing Draco forever?

Were they ever going to find out what was real?

Dumbledore kindly looked at him. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, I can assure you Miss Heather will not be trying things like this again."

Hermione clenched her teeth. "Yeah, that mythical jerk better not try!" 

Dumbledore glanced mildly at her. "Mrs. Granger, kindly do not use such words against a fellow student."

Hermione blushed, then muttered, "I was gonna call her something a lot worse, but, well... "

Dumbledore's mouth twitched. "You exactly resemble Smit - I mean, shall we go? I believe Mr. Malfoy is quite cured."

They all walked out quietly, passing Snape, who was sneering. "You missed my class, Granger, Dra - Malfoy, and... Potter. 

Harry's eyes turned wide at Snape's hostile tone. "Sorry, Professor." 

Snape grimaced. "Leave."

Draco nodded groggily. What type of love potion was that? He would never be able to look Heather in the eye again. They trudged into the History Of Magic classroom. 

"Oh!" A hideously pink lady squealed, looking surprised. "Students, come in!" 

Draco stumbled in, avoiding the gaze of his fellow students. Dumbledore nodded at them then left.

"I am Professor Umbridge." The pink lady stared impressively around the room. As I was saying, we will not be using books! Neither will we be learning our history!"