Draco Malfoy's First Love

Chapter Sixteen: What the hell is going on?

It was dinnertime.

Hermione had finally been able to ditch Harry and Ron, and was now aimlessly walking around the castle. She had already visited Moaning Myrtle twice, and even she couldn't stand Hermione's sobbing.

In the past hour, though, Hermione had turned her thoughts from tears to terrible. All she could think of was what she wanted to do to that bastard. Tear off his limbs, use the Unforgivable Curses, oh yes, it seemed like pure pleasure.

Hermione was walking down the stairs when she tripped, and fell right into the arms of a boy. They were very familiar arms, she thought.

"Hey where you going sweetie?" a soothing drawl escaped Draco's lips. "I've been looking for you all afternoon."

Hermione looked up at him with the worst expression on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked her lovingly.

"It was just all a sick joke to you, wasn't it, Malfoy?"

"What joke, what are you talking about Hermione?"

"How dare you call me that," her voice was so low, it was almost a whisper. "You are a disgusting pig and I'm sorry I ever met you!" she screamed the last part, pulled a sparkling chain off of her neck, and left. Draco stood there, stunned. He then picked up the sparkle he saw her throw on the floor. It was her Gryffindor necklace. What happened? He asked himself.

* * *

Pansy looked at the stunning figure of Malfoy's and sighed. "You remember what to do, right?"

"No, what?"

"Honestly, Goyle, you think that the Polyjuice Potion would raise your brain capacity to Draco's level!"

"Sorry," Goyle ran Malfoys's fingers through his blond locks. Pansy continued to explain the plan, but Goyle let his mind wander. It was nice to look good for a change, he thought. But why did Pansy make him do it? He had to drug his best friend last night and cut some of his hair. Goyle was no genius when it came to using scissors, and he ended up cutting a noticeable bald spot in Draco's fine locks. Then he had to forge a letter to that mudblood and send it to Gryffindor tower. It was a big hassle, and Goyle had been very hungry all morning. But Pansy was too busy to realize they needed a snack break. Lucky he had some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in his robe pocket. He secretly popped one in his mouth while Pansy had her back turned. Mmmm, dirt. Pansy looked pretty, he thought, and she seemed to be standing very close to his face. She also seemed to be speaking to him. Goyle snapped out of his thoughts, and heard a snippet of Pansy's lecture, "...then he'll come running back to me. Do you understand it now, Goyle?"

Goyle looked at Pansy, "yup!" he said, not knowing what else to do.

"Okay then, go get um, tiger!" she said and pushed him on his way in an encouraging manner.

* * *

Malfoy was still standing on the empty staircase when it finally hit him: she had left him! "What did I do?" he asked aloud.

A painting nearby spoke to him, "I believe, dear sir, that the young lady saw you kissing another young lady this morning in the charms corridor. I was there, in fact, visiting my friends, the monks, in a woodland scene. I remember, she was terribly upset."

"What, I was sick all morning! I didn't go anywhere near the charms corridor at all! What kind of sick joke is this? Who was I 'apparently' kissing?"

"Well, I don't want to insult your taste in women, sir, but she wasn't that attractive. In fact, if I may, comment on her face?"

"Huh? Oh yes, go ahead."

"Well sir, her face resembled that of a...a pug, sir!"

Malfoy looked up in horror. "Pansy!" he hissed.

Chapter Seventeen: The Shoe Clue

About a week had passed since the fateful day in the charms corridor. Hermione had tried to forget what happened, and acted like the normal Hermione. Although Ron and Harry knew she was still upset, they didn't press the subject for fear of upsetting her. As they walked to Hagrid's hut one afternoon, Hermione didn't look very well at all. Malfoy had come up to her that morning at breakfast and asked for her forgiveness. Hermione had scoffed at him, for he was trying to act normal. It was very strange, she thought, when I first saw him after the 'incident,' he looked like he didn't know what was going on. Then later he came up to me and told me that he was using me, and that Pansy was his true love. Why do I never see them together? She asked herself. Dra...I mean Malfoy seems to avoid her in the halls. Now he comes and asks for my forgiveness, and I see him five minutes later snogging Parkinson again! What kind of game is he playing here?

Hermione had been playing the weeks events in her head over and over as she sat in the hut and drank tea. Finally Hagrid spoke, "Yer too good fer that slimy git, 'ermione! You deserve be'er than wut he has tuh offer."

"Thanks, Hagrid, but really, I'm fine," she put on a smile, "I'm totally over it now, and I realize it was just a stupid mistake. Like Malfoy could really change!' she forced a laugh. Inside, though, she thought, I really thought he did change. But there's Malfoy for ya.

"Just don't worry your head over it, Herm," Harry spoke in a low voice, "after all, it's all over now."

Yeah, she thought, it really is...

* * *

Draco sat thinking in a high-backed armchair in the Slytherin common room. What had he just seen? He saw himself, as if in a dream, kissing Pansy as he exited the Great Hall. How could he be in two places at once? And why didn't he remember doing it? Draco played with his un-styled hair, and suddenly noticed a spot on the side where it was cut short and very spiky. He ran to the mirror--a large chunk of his hair was missing. Why hadn't he seen it before? I guess I didn't notice it when it was slicked back, he thought.

Suddenly Draco put two and two together--hair missing, another Malfoy. "It must be Polyjuice Potion!' he exclaimed. But how did Pansy manage to get some of his hair when the dorm rooms where locked magically from the inside to prevent any midnight affairs? And who was using the potion to be him? Draco didn't even notice when Crabbe and Goyle entered the room and sat down opposite him.

"Hey," said Crabbe, "so you and Pansy must really be heating things up, hmmmm?"

"What the devil are you talking about, Crabbe?"

"I just saw you guys snogging over by the library a while ago. Say, how did you beat us back?"

Goyle sat quietly--Crabbe didn't know the plan and now he was probably making things worse. He had strict instructions from Pansy to not address the subject if it came up. Now he was sitting here, looking very guilty indeed. Goyle had already changed back into his own robes, but he forgot to change his shoes. Now he was sitting there in shoes that were five times too small. His feet hurt and a grimace was apparent on his face.

Draco looked down at Goyle's fidgeting feet--he looked awfully uncomfortable in his...Armani shoes? Goyle didn't own anything Armani. At that moment, Goyle got up and started walking to the dorms. "Goyle," Draco asked casually, "when did you get shoes like that? Where did you get them--I have a pair just like them. My my, your taste must have improved!"

Goyle stared at Draco, trying to not look frightened. He then continued up the stairs with a lame explanation.

That night when everyone was asleep, Draco got up and went to his trunk. He took out his brand new Armani dress shoes and looked at the side stitching--they were breaking apart at the seams. "Oh God," he whispered, "it was Goyle!"