章節 2: 2
For Malfoy, Saturday and Sunday were the longest days of his life. Draco was in a constant state, scurrying from one side to the other, literally burning with impatience. To pass the time, he did all his homework for the week ahead, drove the Quidditch team to practice three times, and on Sunday night he even helped the first-years with their Potions homework, after which the Slytherins were seriously worried about their leader's mental health. Besides, the blond's gray eyes lit up as if he was about to take over the world.
The mysterious acquaintance of Blaise (whose name Malfoy had never managed to extract from his stubborn mate) had promised to get the aphrodisiac by Monday morning, so when Draco woke up on that day at first light, he was not at all surprised to find his comrade's bed neatly made. Just a little more patience left! Malfoy purred happily, hugging his pillow. How long since he had been in such a good mood! He had waited two whole days, so he was just as obliged to endure the last hour steadfastly. In the meantime he could lie down some more.
Sleep was no longer an option, and Draco looked around in the hope of doing something to occupy his head and distract him from the lingering wait.
Although he was supposed to have his own room as head boy, he had voluntarily refused the privilege, throwing a full-on hysterical fit about the fact that none of the rooms on offer suited him. In reality, he was terrified of being left alone; he was still remembering his childhood memories of his father locking him in an empty bedroom on one of the floors for the slightest transgression at home. Of course, he was grown up now, but the feeling of boundless fear and resentment settled in his soul forever. No, better to sleep in a shared bedroom than to be alone with his fears every day.
Draco grinned as he looked around at his sleeping classmates: wrapped in the blankets like a cocoon, Theodore Nott sniffling quietly a few feet away, while Crabbe and Goyle snored in sync on the adjacent beds, towering mountains on the horizon, even managing to hit the same tone. Malfoy was very glad that this year these two were finally off his back. After all, he wasn't a little boy anymore and he didn't need a gorilla bouncer behind him. The boys were not stupid at all, but they were really slow to grasp it. Contrary to popular belief, they were not his friends - acquaintances, classmates, bodyguards, but certainly not friends. Who Draco did have a very warm relationship with was Pansy and Blaise.
"That's it. Time to go! I'm sure Blaise will go straight to breakfast." It took Draco about thirty seconds to pull himself together, and he ran almost skittishly into the Great Hall. Zabini had indeed turned up at the table, and was now enthusiastically shredding a casserole. "Still, what a sneak! Could have come in for me!" Draco almost whirled over to the table and plopped down next to him, staring eagerly at his friend.
Blaise gave Malfoy an odd look and a crooked smile, taking his time at all to answer the dumb question. The silence lingered, the young men staring into each other's eyes.
- Zabini, do you want you dead? - Draco hissed, realizing that he was making fun of him. Blaise laughed resoundingly, but almost immediately turned serious under Malfoy's murderous stare.
- Did you get it or not? - Even though there was hardly anyone around at this early hour, Draco still leaned in as close to his mate as possible.
- I got it," he nodded. - Don't burst with happiness.
Blaise opened his palm, revealing a tiny pouch tightly tied with a ribbon. Inside was a seemingly ordinary round white pill, but Draco could feel subtle magical impulses emanating from it.
- My source told me that it was the most powerful substance of its kind at the moment. It's called Dragonflame. The effect is almost instantaneous, the boner is rock hard, and most importantly, the mental abnormalities will be evident in as little as half an hour.
Always stingy with emotion, Draco could barely contain a shriek of joy this time. This is it! Potter was going to have a fun day!
- Besides, the excitement would only increase with each hour, causing his victim to climb the wall, bang his head against it, or fuck, of course, if there was anyone to do it with. - Blaze grinned and Draco clapped him on the shoulder.
- Blaze, you're a genius!
- Since it's magical, it lasts for as long as twenty-four hours. - Malfoy whistled in amazement. - The only "but" about sex is that if he does sleep with someone, he'll forget all about it. Poor Potter wouldn't remember anything about his first time, if it happened at all.
- Hmm, unusual characteristic... Listen, won't he die of unsatisfied desire? - Draco asked, looking at the pill. - I don't want to end up in Azkaban because of him.
- Relax, mate! Sperm toxicity hasn't killed anyone, not yet anyway.
He was a bit of a mess," he said, and his face was a bit of a mess.
****
After a while, the Great Hall began to fill with sleepy, hungry students. Draco turned his head at every rustle, afraid of missing the moment when the coveted figure appeared in the doorway. Impatiently tapping his fingers on the table, he finished his third bun with marmalade with unprecedented gusto, glancing behind him now and then.
- Stop fidgeting. - Zabini threw up his hands. - Unthinkable! The cold and arrogant Slytherin prince has turned into a neurotic!
- I'm fine, I just can't wait to...
- Calm down, it'll be fine. - Blaise hummed. - There's our victim.
It cost Draco a great deal of effort to turn his head slowly and carefully towards the entrance. The Gryffindor trio were heading towards their table in all their glory, bantering merrily along the way. "Smile, smile, Potter, let's see how you smile in a few minutes!" Granger sat down between Weasley and Potter. What a stroke of luck!
- We need to act while there aren't too many people at their table," Draco muttered in Blaise's ear.
- I agree," Zabini nodded. - I'm staffed up and fully prepared for action.
- Good luck then!
At that moment, however, Professor McGonogall entered the hall, and to everyone's surprise, headed straight for the Slytherin table.
- Mr. Malfoy, would you be kind enough to inform your class that instead of Char, you have Magical Creature Care with Gryffindor today. And the fourth pair is Transfiguration practice, as I won't be here tomorrow.
Draco couldn't believe his ears! They would be with the lions for all four couples!
- 'All right, Professor,' Draco replied, glancing at Blaise meaningfully. "Just a gift from fate!"
McGonogall went to her faculty table. After listening to her, the Gryffindors murmured grudgingly, which made Draco crack a dreamy smile. This was the first time he'd been so happy to be in a class together with the hated red-gold faculty.
As soon as the professor took her seat at the faculty table, the boys looked at each other again.
- Go already.
Blaise gave a playful half bow and boldly walked over to the Gryffindors, who had already started breakfast.
Draco's heart was pounding like crazy, as if it wasn't Blaise but himself who was about to slip the tiny "weapon" into Potter's glass unnoticed. Zabini, on the other hand, was remarkably calm, though he'd never been known for his composure. Well - this time they switched places.
As if in slow motion, Draco watched as his mate approached the Gryffindor table and, quite unceremoniously, placed his hand on Granger's shoulder.
Malfoy discreetly threw an eavesdropping spell in their direction.
- What do you want, Zabini? - Weasley was the first to leap to his feet as usual.
He was totally oblivious to Ron's posturing. Blaise smiled his most charming smile, looking Hermione in the eyes.
- Miss, you look beautiful today..." he murmured, watching the Gryffindor nerd's ears blush. Potter eyed the Slytherin suspiciously, turning halfway around, but remained silent for now. He didn't seem to care much about what was going on. Well, he shouldn't. The Gryffindorian calmly sipped the juice from his glass, never letting it out of his hands. Blaise unceremoniously flopped down on the bench between him and Granger, leaning against the table.
- Are you out of your fucking mind, Zabini?! - Ron was beside him in two steps, about to toss the insolent aside, but Hermione stopped him with a wave of her hand.
- Blaze, what do you want? - She asked sternly, pulling herself together.
- I just want to ask you out on a date, beautiful.
Draco watched as Weasley blushed with anger, making his hair seem even brighter than it actually was.
- She has a boyfriend! - The redhead howled again. But Blaze continued to ignore him. The scene began to attract the attention of students from other faculties.
- Get out of here," came Potter's calm voice. No anger or aggression, just indifference.
- I'm not talking to you, Potter," the Slytherin poked the Golden Boy in the chest with a finger. Nothing was visible from the outside, but Draco still caught the moment a discolored spell pill flew out of Zabini's sleeve, immediately going into the phlegmatic Potter's glass.
- I don't know what your aim is, Zabini, but you'd better go," Hermione said sternly, her nose held up proudly.
- You don't know me at all," Blaise sang ingratiatingly.
- I know enough to know that Slytherins don't do anything for nothing. Now, if you would be so kind as to leave.
- Did you hear what she said? Get out of here! - Ron hovered over him, eyes flashing angrily.
- All right, all right...
Raising his hands in surrender, Blaise stood up, but before he could leave, he turned back to Hermione.
- You think about it, though," he winked at the girl and, whistling a tune smugly, headed back to his seat.
Draco was ready to burst into applause - pure work!
- What do you think of me? - Zabini asked smugly.
- Excellent as always!
Malfoy glanced at the Gryffindor table and met Granger's suspicious gaze. Ta-rah, the brain of the inseparable trio had clearly smelled a catch. Meanwhile, next to her, Weasley was reprimanding Potter. The spy spell was still working.
- Harry, why are you so calm?! Zabini clearly didn't have a date in mind! Let him try to approach her again!
- Ron, relax, Hermione can handle annoying suitors without our help, right, Herm?
- Yes, Harry," the girl smiled. - Don't patronize me, but there's some truth to what Ron said. Something he's been sniffing around..." she was pensive, and the boys went back to eating.
- Actually, I meant..." the redhead started, but Potter interrupted him.
- Come on, Herm, it's no big deal, Zabini just wants to put you on his list of victories. You're way out of his league.
- I also thought Malfoy was looking over here a bit too much. What if they're up to something? - finally said the girl.
- "Hermione, no offense, but I think you're being paranoid," said Weasley sympathetically. - 'I can't believe it... All day in the company of disgusting slugs! I'm going to throw up!
Draco grinned. "Granger figured it out first, as usual!" Malfoy held his breath as he watched Potter say something to his friends, then turn, meeting his gaze, bring his pumpkin juice glass to his lips, take a few sips... And (oh, lucky!) the next moment the indifference in his eyes was replaced by wild primal terror! There was contact! Yes, this was definitely a good idea!
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