Amortentia
Title: Amortentia
Author: charlotteschaos
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Words: 700
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. I move them at a whim.
Warnings: AU, as it was started before HBP was out.
Summary: Draco finds a way to use others to his advantage.
Notes: No beta, as always. Written for the continuing series propercourting
Draco licked his lips after observing Harry's intense stare from across the room. Tasting the chocolate, he tried to decide what to say to break the incredible silence.
"Eep!" was what he ended up with as Snape grabbed his elbow and yanked him to his feet.
Stupid soundless walking Snape.
"Come with me, Mr Malfoy."
As if he had much of a choice if he wanted to keep his arm attached. Draco stood and started to shove the box into Goyle's meaty hand; however the greedy look on his face made him reconsider. He pulled the box closer to his chest and looked up at Snape, whose glare at the box told him he wouldn't have the chocolate long that way either.
Nott snatched the box from him and gave him a quick nod that he'd keep it safe. That would cost him, he wagered. Nott was neither friend, nor enemy and wouldn't help out of the goodness of his heart.
--
After a long, boring lecture from Snape that Draco was already ignoring as it was given, the last thing that he wanted was to have to tangle with Nott. It was just the hand he was dealt that he would have to.
Draco's heart sank as he entered his room. No Crabbe or Goyle to protect him. Even Zabini had ditched. Obviously whatever this was, it was going to be bad. The idea that Harry thought he was a queer flitted through his mind and his stomach knotted up with dread.
Nott sat on Draco's bed with the chocolates on his lap. He was eating one. Draco could smell it. He wanted to whine. No, wait, whining was what girlymen did. He wanted to throw punches. That's it. Punches.
"This really is good, Malfoy. Maybe I should keep it for myself."
"Maybe you should remember who is acing potions before ingesting too much."
"These came from Potter. The only potion on these would be a love potion."
"That's even worse," said Draco, crossing to sit on the edge of his bed. If he could just get close enough, he could snatch them. "Even if he meant for it to work he'd've bunged it up. Or, y'know, he didn't, in which case you'll be in love with Potter."
Nott was savvy to that and pointed his wand at Draco, clucking softly. "They're not poisoned. I checked. You forget my brilliance with charms and detection spells. I haven't lived with you for six years without learning them."
Draco was pretty sure that Nott didn't check everything he ate, and if this kept up, he was going to need to. Not to mention that if Potter knew, Nott would have a very angry Gryffindor up his arse. Up his arse. Draco paled. "Fair enough. What do you want?"
"I want you to get Pansy to like me."
"What?" Aside from the fact that it was in his best interest to find Pansy someone else to fixate on, he wasn't sure how to do it. How would anyone go from obsessing over him to Nott?
"You don't want her anyway, you have Potter!"
Taking advantage of Nott's outrage, Draco snatched his sweets back. "I don't have him. I'm not sure I want him yet. The courting isn't over." Nott looked read to fit. "But I know I don't want Parkinson. I'll... think of something."
Nott eyed the chocolates. "You took my leverage."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You don't need it. Believe me." Love potions were forbidden at Hogwarts, but then again, the champion rule-breaker was courting him. Somehow, this would work.
Later that night, he drafted a note.
Potter,
I am in need of frozen Ashwinder eggs and a private place to brew a special potion. You are resourceful; I know you can find these things. There will be a reward.
Malfoy
Watching his owl soar towards Gryffindor from the owlry, wondered if Harry knew that was the chief ingredient in Amortentia. If he did, he imagined that Harry would ask for an explanation. The idea of not giving him one was quite amusing. Let Harry stew on why Draco would be creating a love potion. It promised to be a good show.
Author: charlotteschaos
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Words: 700
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. I move them at a whim.
Warnings: AU, as it was started before HBP was out.
Summary: Draco finds a way to use others to his advantage.
Notes: No beta, as always. Written for the continuing series propercourting
Draco licked his lips after observing Harry's intense stare from across the room. Tasting the chocolate, he tried to decide what to say to break the incredible silence.
"Eep!" was what he ended up with as Snape grabbed his elbow and yanked him to his feet.
Stupid soundless walking Snape.
"Come with me, Mr Malfoy."
As if he had much of a choice if he wanted to keep his arm attached. Draco stood and started to shove the box into Goyle's meaty hand; however the greedy look on his face made him reconsider. He pulled the box closer to his chest and looked up at Snape, whose glare at the box told him he wouldn't have the chocolate long that way either.
Nott snatched the box from him and gave him a quick nod that he'd keep it safe. That would cost him, he wagered. Nott was neither friend, nor enemy and wouldn't help out of the goodness of his heart.
--
After a long, boring lecture from Snape that Draco was already ignoring as it was given, the last thing that he wanted was to have to tangle with Nott. It was just the hand he was dealt that he would have to.
Draco's heart sank as he entered his room. No Crabbe or Goyle to protect him. Even Zabini had ditched. Obviously whatever this was, it was going to be bad. The idea that Harry thought he was a queer flitted through his mind and his stomach knotted up with dread.
Nott sat on Draco's bed with the chocolates on his lap. He was eating one. Draco could smell it. He wanted to whine. No, wait, whining was what girlymen did. He wanted to throw punches. That's it. Punches.
"This really is good, Malfoy. Maybe I should keep it for myself."
"Maybe you should remember who is acing potions before ingesting too much."
"These came from Potter. The only potion on these would be a love potion."
"That's even worse," said Draco, crossing to sit on the edge of his bed. If he could just get close enough, he could snatch them. "Even if he meant for it to work he'd've bunged it up. Or, y'know, he didn't, in which case you'll be in love with Potter."
Nott was savvy to that and pointed his wand at Draco, clucking softly. "They're not poisoned. I checked. You forget my brilliance with charms and detection spells. I haven't lived with you for six years without learning them."
Draco was pretty sure that Nott didn't check everything he ate, and if this kept up, he was going to need to. Not to mention that if Potter knew, Nott would have a very angry Gryffindor up his arse. Up his arse. Draco paled. "Fair enough. What do you want?"
"I want you to get Pansy to like me."
"What?" Aside from the fact that it was in his best interest to find Pansy someone else to fixate on, he wasn't sure how to do it. How would anyone go from obsessing over him to Nott?
"You don't want her anyway, you have Potter!"
Taking advantage of Nott's outrage, Draco snatched his sweets back. "I don't have him. I'm not sure I want him yet. The courting isn't over." Nott looked read to fit. "But I know I don't want Parkinson. I'll... think of something."
Nott eyed the chocolates. "You took my leverage."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You don't need it. Believe me." Love potions were forbidden at Hogwarts, but then again, the champion rule-breaker was courting him. Somehow, this would work.
Later that night, he drafted a note.
Potter,
I am in need of frozen Ashwinder eggs and a private place to brew a special potion. You are resourceful; I know you can find these things. There will be a reward.
Malfoy
Watching his owl soar towards Gryffindor from the owlry, wondered if Harry knew that was the chief ingredient in Amortentia. If he did, he imagined that Harry would ask for an explanation. The idea of not giving him one was quite amusing. Let Harry stew on why Draco would be creating a love potion. It promised to be a good show.