To Dote on Someone

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Professor McGonagall took out her wand, aimed at Draco and said, "STUPEFY!"

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"Mr. Malfoy? Are you alright?"

The words echoed inside Draco's head. He felt as if an iron hammer was pounding inside his head. Draco slowly opened his eyes to find a very bright blur. He blinked his eyes to focus and found a somewhat concerned Professor McGonagall looking down at him. With much difficulty he propped himself up with his elbows and slowly collected his thoughts of recent events.

'Something to do with Granger and love potions... wait a moment, Granger... love potions, oh crap'

"Mr. Malfoy, how are you feeling?" The female professor asked, bringing young Draco back to reality.

"Professor... is she--"

"Yes, Draco I have given her some dreamless sleeping potion."

"Good, no erotic dreams about me..." Draco mumbled

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, ahem. Professor may I ask why on Slytherin's name did you stun me? Why not stun Hermione? She's the one that started this whole scenario!" Draco waved his arms wildly above his head, or at least he tried to do that.

"I stunned you because there are two types of love potions. There is one that can be broken with the one being doted on, that would be you, getting stunned. I didn't tell you this because you would've protested."

Draco said nothing because he knew for fact that was what he would've done, stupid professors...

"And no, it did not work. Instead Miss Granger became rather violent." The professor frowned at this comment while Draco silently sniggered at the image of Hermione... no Granger tackling a professor.

"Hermione is under the more illegal type of love potion, only cured by a very complex antidote which can have some dangerous side-effects if not done properly."

"And Snape is going to make this?"

"Yes, he is one of the most talented potion makers that the wizarding world has to offer."

Draco cursed under his breath. Draco knew Snape took pride in making his potions perfect, even if it was for a Mudblood.

'If Snape will not harm Granger, then I'll make sure that she does she will pay and also the person who is responsible for starting this, for I am a Malfoy after all.'

"Mr. Malfoy are you well enough to get to your dormitory or would you rather sleep in my office?" The professor gave him a quizzical look and placed her hand on her hips.

Draco jumped on his feet (actually it's more like crawled) and left the room without another word.

After two and a half steps outside the office Draco managed to bump into someone... again.

"Will everyone stop jumping in front of me for Merlin's sake!" Draco yelled frantically

Draco took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and opened his eyes to see who was going to be his victim for tonight.

"Longbottom?"

Yes, that's right folks, Neville Longbottom was outside of the Gryffindor tower, AFTER curfew.

"What the hell are you doing here squib-boy?" Draco sneered at his own remark and took a step back

"I-I'm no-n-not a squib." Neville barely managed to say that, barely

"Oh please don't go crying on me Longbottom, its sickening."

"I-I uh...I heard some noises and-um.. and went out t-to see what hap-p-pened." Neville tried to pull off a brave looking face but ended up looking like he needed to go to the toilet, badly.

"Oh, how very Gryffindor of you, trying to act all brave without even considering the consequences. Fifty points off Gryffindor, goodnight Longbottom."

Draco tilted his chin up and stomped off to his dorm, without bumping into anyone.

Draco changed into his custom made silk pajamas (A/N: Yeah baby...) and slipped into his four poster bed. Draco fidgeted with his Slytherin quilt a bit before falling into a troublesome sleep, full of love hearts and brown bushy hair, yech...

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"Ugh"

"Ugh"

'That must be Crabbe and Goyle exchanging their morning greetings. Must be time to get up then.'

"Morning Crabbe, Goyle" Draco climbed out of bed and started to get ready for the morning.

The two bodyguards grunted in response, typical really.

After Draco got er... refreshed he went to his wardrobe and began to take out his school uniform but then a few thoughts of the night before were coming back.

"Bollocks..." Draco muttered

Draco thought that he should wear black today since this was such a depressing time in his life. And well also so he could hide from Hermio... no Granger, in the castle easier. Just to be on the safe side, and as a plus he thought he looked quite attractive in black. As a matter of fact he looked dead sexy, but that is a completely different subject.

After putting on his black apparel he put up his black hood to look very well... black, but not in an ethnic sort of way.

Draco made his way through the common room and proceeded to open and walk through the portrait door. Draco scanned the corridor for any sign of a clingy bushy haired Gryffindor.

'The coast is clear...'

After half a step forward Malfoy tripped, not bumped, but tripped over a soft lump on the ground. Malfoy landed on the ground somewhat elegantly if that's even possible. After a good amount of groaning Draco examined the lump. His eyes came across a pair of chocolate brown eyes, surrounded by bushy hair, oh no.

"Draco? Honey? Is that you? I waited all night for you my love!"

"Wrong person, sorry!"

Before Hermione could protest Draco bolted down the corridor.

After running blindly (not literally) for a few minutes Draco stopped and took a few gulps of air.

The sound of the clatter of forks and plates caught his attention.

He ran straight into the dining hall, what luck...

Draco turned around to find a safer place to hide but saw Hermione walking briskly towards the hall. Our beloved Malfoy turned around again and jogged over to his fellow Slytherins, sat down, and tried to fit in.

'That wasn't too difficult, now was it?'

Draco watched Hermione frantically search for him but her luck ran out, or so the fair-haired Slytherin thought. Draco was just half-way through his toast until disaster struck, yet again.

He felt someone sit next to him and when he looked to see who it was.

He immediately regretted it.

"Good morning Draco! Isn't it a lovely day today, Draco? Oh black is definitely your color Draco, you should wear it more often!"

"Pansy will you shut up!"

Yes, Pansy Parkinson, one of Draco's many admirers, blew his cover, big time. He tried to stop her but knew it was too late.

The young Malfoy looked towards the distance and saw Hermione, red faced, wand out, and she wore a most deadly glare that would make any Malfoy proud, well under different circumstances that is.

Draco Malfoy had a feeling that today was going to be a bad day, a very bad day actually...

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