Unforeseen Outcomes

Chapter 9- Draco

"Shit!"

Draco cursed as he jumped from his bed for the sixth time that night, awoken to the sound of fireworks exploding in his room, bouncing off the walls. He dodges a blast of orange glittery light as it flies past his head, singeing the canopy attached to his bedpost.

Snatching his wand off the dresser he mutters counter spells to stop the fireworks, putting an end to the bright bursts of light, spraying the bed with water droplets. Angrily, he yanks his pillow off the bed and stomps out into the common room, throwing it and himself on to the nearest couch.

Goddamn Greengrass, he thinks to himself, setting those fucking fireworks in his room! She was taking the whole book thing way too seriously. Although part of him was smug over her reaction, because it meant he really pissed her off, he was irritated by her cleverness. She easily got a new book. His sleep, however, was irreplaceable.

He turned to his side trying to get into a comfortable position, but the sofa was much too stiff, not meant for actual sleeping. It was five o'clock in the morning, but no matter, it gave him extra time to think of how he could get back her. His thoughts were racing as he remembered the bottle of firewhiskey he had in his room, and he coiled his lips into a devious smile as he settled on an idea. It's brilliant really, and it would screw with her day the way she screwed with his night.

He closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep.

A few hours later Draco joined Theo, Pansy, and Greengrass at breakfast, a small vile of fire whiskey in his robe pocket.

"Oi mate, you look like hell! Did you even sleep last night?" Theo said as he took a seat next to Pansy.

He doesn't say anything as he watches a smirk creep to Greengrass' lips while she pushes scrambled eggs around her plate. His grip tightens around the little vile, turning his attention to Pansy, who was not so subtly resting her hand on his thigh.

He slides his arm around her waist, ignoring as Theo and Greengrass engage in conversation. "Morning Draco," she purred into his ear. She was batting her eyelashes at him as he took a bite of his toast and glanced at the clock.

Twenty minutes before class starts. Perfect.

He turned his attention back to Theo and Greengrass, seeing his opportunity. Making sure they're paying him no attention, he brings the vile out of his pocket, uncorks it and empties its contents into Greengrass' orange juice. Pansy raises her brow at him but says nothing, the corner of her mouth turning up in a sly smirk.

A few minutes later Greengrass reaches over and brings the tainted juice to her lips, taking a long gulp and swallows. Draco turns his head as she coughs hysterically, Theo patting her back as she slams her palm on the table.

"Are you alright?" Theo asks, rubbing her lower back.

She continues to clear her throat before answering. "Yeah I'm alright, I think it just went down the wrong pipe, kind of burned a little." she shakes it off.

Draco gets up and leaves to Potions Class a few minutes early, eager to watch how today will unfold.

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It didn't take long for the alcohol to take effect, and he watched as her eyes began to droop about ten minutes into class. She doesn't have a very high tolerance as far as he can tell as she clumsily knocked one of the potion ingredients into Granger's lap. He could hear their conversation from where he's sitting.

"Somethings not right, you look a bit dazed," Granger said "are you feeling okay?"

Greengrass sat up a little straighter, giggling as she speaks. "Oh I'm grand, thank you for asking." She bursts into a fit of laughter, leaning her head against Granger.