Dramione 6: Hot and Dangerous

Hot and Dangerous

Draco's last classes for the day consisted of Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and charms. At the evening dinner, Draco didn't eat much. Like in his last few classes, his mind was preoccupied. When he left dinner, earlier than usual, he ignored Pansy and her attempts to make contact with him.

Soon, Draco found himself standing in his room. He got the sack and rummaged through the sack, taking the items within out one by one. Then, he started to attempt making the polyjuice potion.

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Draco did nothing in his room for three nights except trying to make the potion. He locked himself in his room so no one could come in. Not that anyone would, anyways. It was just a small precaution. On the third night he was all ready except that he needed the lace winged flies. On the fourth night, again, he left dinner early and went to his room. Retrieving the jar of flies, he opened the lid, used 'Petrificus Totalus' to immobilize the flies, and dumped them in the small cauldron, along with the rest of the polyjuice potion ingredients. He rid himself of his blasted robes, leaving him with just his long sleeve, white cuffed shirt with a sweater vest, embedded on it, the Slytherin's crest.

Then, upon leaving his room, he transfigured into his animagus form. A fox. Exquisite was it that he still had platinum blonde even as a fox. He broke through Hermione's room barrier and transformed back into his human form. Draco spotted the Time-Turner and snatched it off the desk. He looked thoroughly at it. He had made a few visits to the library and did a little research on the object he held in his hand. He shoved the Time-Turner deep in his pocket and turned to leave and return to his room. When he opened the door he came face to face with Hermione.

"Oh! Granger! Just the person I wanted to see," said Draco with a fake smile.

"Malfoy! What are you doing in my room?" Hermione demanded. She took hold of Draco's collar and pulled him out of the room.

"Nothing," replied Draco. "I was just seeing if you had hall duties tonight." His lying skills were so brilliant that it actually sounded like the truth.

"And why would you want to know whether or not I have hall duties tonight?" Hermione asked, suspiciously.

"I just wanted to see if you were because if you weren't then I would've asked you to take over mine. I won't be able to do it tonight." Half of that was true. Draco would be too busy doing something that evening.

Hermione, although still a bit cautious, replied, "Well, I actually don't have duties tonight. And maybe I can cover for you, but why wouldn't you be able carry on yours?"

"Well you see, I've got to…go and…serve detention with Blaise."

"Because?" Hermione Inquired.

"Ah, I did something stupid and-"

"Say no more," cut in Hermione, holding up her hand. "You've said just enough. Alright, I'll take over your duties. But next time, just come and ask me. No need to break entry and trespass again. If you do, better pray to Merlin that I don't disfigure that face you treasure so much."

Draco reacted by smirk and patting her on the head as if she was a little kid. "Fine by me, Granger. Fine by me." Then he walked passed her to his room.

Draco entered his room, shut the door and leaned against it. He reached in his pants' pockets and took out the Time-Turner. He looked over the object for a few seconds before holding it in one hand and placing the other right above the hour-glass, barely touching it. Before doing anything, he calculated how many he'd have to push the hour-glass forward. Moments later, Draco cursed.
' Bloody hell!' Draco thought. ' Five-hundred and four goddamn times.'

He put his hands down, still holding the item in one of them. He sat down on his bed. Using his free hand, he took out his wand and held out the hand holding the Time-Turner out again. " Compello ventus, " whispered Draco, tapping the tip of his wand once on the hour-glass with the number five-hundred and four in his mind. Not soon after, the hour-glass began spinning forward rapidly. Draco held it out, mesmerized. He watched until it stopped. Then looking around him everything became blurrier by the second. He closed his eyes cause it was hard to keep them open without making him sick cause it also felt as if he was spinning. Not a second later did the feeling stop. He opened his eyes and then…

"Where…?" Draco was confused. Didn't the book say he'd be transported to the exact same spot where he stood before he time travelled? Then why was he here!? He squinted due to the very low lighting. " Bloody…cauldrons?" It took him a minute to piece it together. "I'm in the damn cauldron cupboard!" Draco cursed and searched for the door. Later, it became inevitable that he'd need more light to find the door despite the rooms small size. "Lumos," he said. Following after, the tip of was provided lighting that enabled him to find the door.

"Nox," Draco said and the wand's light went out. He looked around. The hallway was barren. 'Good,' he thought. He began to walk down the hallway and made his way back to the Head boy and girl's dorm.  He was walking by the library when Hermione came out.

"Malfoy?" She asked, bewildered.

Draco stopped. The book said that the Time-Turner's user must be very careful not to be seen by their past or future selves. Did it say anything about interacting with other people? He couldn't remember! Draco decided it'd be best to keep walking and ignore Hermione.

"Malfoy!" Hermione said a little louder. She began walking right behind him, trying to catch up. "Draco Malfoy! Stop right now!" She barely touched his shoulder before he turned around.

"What, Granger?" Draco said as if he was annoyed.

Hermione took a step back confused. "Why are you here? How can you be here?"

"I'm here because my mother wanted me to go to a school close to home. I can be here because I can do magic. Happy?" Draco said, wanting Hermione to go away. The sooner she did, the sooner he'd be able to retrieve the potion and return back twenty-one days before.

Hermione shot him a sarcastic look. "Ha-ha. I'm dying of laughter right now." She crossed her arms together. "No, what I meant was why are you here when I just saw you in the bloody library before I left!"

Draco gaped. He started glancing around quickly trying to come up with a perfectly good excuse! Finally…

"Aha! Tricked you, didn't I?" Draco exclaimed, changing the tone of his voice and trying to imitate Blaise's personality.

Hermione was confused. It showed in her eyes and face. It was pretty obvious. Shaking her head, she said, "I'm not following, Malfoy."

Draco put a finger in the air. This is something Blaise would never do. Blaise would never act like a muggle ace, putting a finger in the air, as if to exclaim that he'd just found the cure for some muggle disease. "It's me. Blaise. I transfigured in Draco because I've just decided to pull a prank on him… yeah… that's it!" Draco smiled pretty confidently.

Hermione's eyes dropped and her mouth slanted. " Zabini, I'll inform you just in case you've forgotten, but it's against school rules to create the polyjuice potion without permission. Even worse, impersonating another student! Even if it is Malfoy."

Feeling he needed to get the job done already, Draco held his hands out. "Alright, Granger. Just trying to nick some amusement here."

"Steal some amusement else where, Zabini," said Hermione. She turned to leave, but looked back at Draco. "Next time I see you as that idiot Draco Malfoy again, even if we just happen to bump into each other ten minutes from now, I'm petrifying you and dragging your arse to the headmasters quarters." And with that, she left. From the direction she went, Draco knew it'd be safe to go to the Heads' dorm.

When Draco reached the dorm, he said the password, went past the common room and into his own room. He scanned the room. It was a bit messy. A lot messier than it was before he left. He turned his attention to his desk. There on his desk was the cauldron. Perfect. He walked over to it. While looking at the perfectly brewed potion, he patted his torso and his pockets. Draco then realized that he'd forgotten a container of sort to put some of the polyjuice in.

Draco began fumbling in his room and rummaging through all his things. By the time he found a decent container, his room got two times  even messier. To this, Draco said, "The hell with it."

After scooping up a decent amount, he shut the cylinder capsule container close. Holding the container in one of his hands, he used his other hand to take the Time-Turner and also place it in the same hand as the container. Using his, now, free hand, he grabbed his wand. "Retro Compello Ventus," Draco said. Then feeling the same way he did before, he closed his eyes. When the feeling vanquished, he opened his eyes. He was in his room. "Bloody Time-Turner," mumbled Draco, remembering where the damned object had set him last time he had used it.

He placed the container on his table. All he needed now was that blood-traitor Weasley's hair.

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At breakfast, instead of heading straight to the Slytherin's table, Draco walked over to the Gryffindors table. To Harry, Ron and Hermione to be exact.

Ron had looked up to see what the ruckus was going on among the other Gryffindors down the table. When his mouth gaped, crumbles of his food fell out.
"What…is that bloke, Malfoy, doing here!?"

"What?" Hermione and Harry said in unison.

Before Ron could say anymore, Draco had reached them. "Morning Granger," he said nodding to Hermione. Then to Harry and Ron, "Potter…Weasley."

"Malfoy, turn around and go back to your table," said Hermione in a warning tone.

Malfoy replied, "No, Granger. I have something important to do."

Ron gulped down his food. " Go away, you stupid bloke! Cant you see you're not welcomed here, you daft bum!"

Draco shot him a look and sneered, "I'd shut up if I were you, Weasley."

Harry, trying to be level-headed, jumped in. "Malfoy, just do what you need to do and leave. We don't want to cause a scene."

Lifting his chin, Draco smirked and sneered, "Gladly, Potter." Then, much to everyone's surprise, he reached for Ron's hair and pulled violently back and let go when he felt pieces of hair in his hand. He quickly put it in his pocket. Soon after he let go of Ron and the terrified shrieks of some nearby Gryffindors, Harry and Hermione stood up, wiped out their wands and pointed point blank at Draco.

"Malfoy, you get away, now!" Harry said in a loud voice, dangerously.

Hermione backed him up. "You better git, Malfoy, before we hex you so severe, you'll be deformed, mentally daft, and into next week! Harry and I aren't afraid to do so."

Draco's smirk slightly faltered. He knew Hermione wouldn't hex him. Well… not in this state. She'd have to be a lot more angrier. Besides, she was Head girl and needed to be a goody-goody role model.  But Harry was another story. He would do it without a second thought. He acted on impulse. Although Draco had some doubt he'd hex him with Professors present, he wasn't taking the risk. Oh, the depths he goes just to win a bet. "Fine, Potter. I'll leave. "

Draco threw him a look of contempt before walking off. Behind that look, was the feeling of success and accomplishment. He had gotten the last thing he needed and that was all that mattered at that moment.