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Silver Green	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling characters and anything related to Harry Potter do not belong to me; only names of characters not aforementioned in the books or movies. I also do not profit from this story in any way.

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Author's Note: Blah, blah, blah. You know this part.

Chapter 6: Love Is In The Air...And The Pumpkin Juice?

An hour and forty-five minutes later, the third year Slytherins and Ravenclaws exited the dungeon classroom of Professor Malfoy. The blond, twenty-two year old was just getting done with putting away ingredients into the Student Store when a red-haired Slytherin girl strolled casually into the classroom as if she owned the place. The air of smugness around the youth clouded Draco's concentration. He looked up, seeing that she was standing in front of him with mischievous intent glittering in her envy-green eyes.

"May I help you, Miss Berkly?" The professor asked, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity coloring his voice.

"Perhaps." The girl clucked her tongue, eyebrow raising in a questionable gesture. Her pale arms were crossed behind her back, a foot tapping to a tune only she could hear. Her red hair reached down to her chin; black circles outlined her eyes, making the green vibrant-almost neon; the girl's bow mouth was set in a smile similar to what a demon's would be, the teeth looking almost like daggers; and she wore her usual Slytherin robes, a prefect's badge, her shirt undone to her collarbone with the tie hanging over her shoulders, and fishnets peeking out from under her skirt to her knees where her socks came midway up her calves. Allison Berkly was a fifth year Slytherin. He had taught her since she was a first year and he had started working at Hogwarts. Ever since the first day, Allison had always tried to capture his attention, outdoing the other students, and even doing her best to seduce him. However, unfortunately for her, Malfoy's are known to be stubborn when it counts. But that didn't stop her from altering her uniforms to capture his interest.

Ignoring her obvious flirtatious remark, Draco put the last of the verbena root in the cupboard and faced the red-head. "What can I help you with then? Do you need help with yesterday's potion?"

"No, not particularly."

"Then do you need help with the assignment I assigned for you last night?"

"I get the assignment. You need two vials of crushed beetles and stir the cauldron counter-clockwise four times until the potion turns silvery-blue-"

"Then what about it do you need help with?"

"-just like your eyes." She sighed, drowning herself in his gaze. Silence greeted the pair.

The blond professor turned to his desk and began to stack papers, avoiding looking at the student in front of him. "I suggest you get to your next class, Miss Berkly, I am very busy."

"I thought you said you were going to help me." A giggle.

"Well, apparently, you did well on your assignment and I'm most assured you can handle it."

"But I don't need help with the work in class." She got closer, her hands delicately folded behind her back. "I need help with satisfying my desires."

Malfoy paused, letting the pages in his hands drop to the stone floor. He closed his pale eyes. "Please leave." A calm command. He reached down and began to pick up the strewn parchment. A small, black clog stepped on a scrap just as he was reaching for it.

"I desire you, Professor." The girl's voice dropped in tone, giving it a more sophisticated sound.

Malfoy stood, forgetting the paper. "And you need to leave, Miss Berkly. This is inappropriate."

"But is it really?"

"You're fifteen."

"Only two years from being legal, Professor. Besides," she took a step forward, "the boys around my age are immature, anyway. I only go for smart, mature men. Who see me," Allison stepped forward again, a sparkle in her eyes. Draco stepped back and fell onto his desk. Trapped. "For me."

The young witch started to straddle him, placing her hands on his inner thighs. The hem of her skirt pulled up as her legs went on either side of his waist.

"Miss Berkly!"

"Please, call me Allison." She crawled further up his torso, pinning him to the desk. Malfoy squirmed, trying to throw the adolescent off. "Don't deny your feelings for me! You want me, I can see it in your eyes!"

"No!" She fell to the floor. "I don't want you, Miss Berkly. I do not date or even have any remote interest in my students." He pulled on his robes. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to talk to the Headmistress about your behavior and what discipline will be best suited for you."

"Professor Malfoy, don't!"

"I thought I'd never have to do this, but you just cost your house fifty points." Icy judgement flashed in his eyes.

"But I can't help this feeling, Professor! I love-"

Malfoy rushed at Allison, putting a marble-cold hand on her forehead.

"Have you taken anything lately, Berkly?" Worry whispered from his throat.

"I don't think-"

"Did you take anything?" Draco screamed. "Drink anything?" He shook her.

"Well, I think I drank some pumpkin juice at breakfast, sir."

The handsome Potion's master's eyes grew with dread. "How much do you love me, Berkly?"

"So much, Professor, it hurts. I want you now!" Malfoy avoided her lips.

"Just as I thought." The blond-haired youth murmured under his breath. "Love Potion." He looked her over, noting her eyes and their unusual glossy shine. There was no reflexive flinch when he suddenly threw his hand in front of her face, trying to startle the girl.

"Come here." He grabbed her wrist and took her to his private stores that were located near his study.

Malfoy had Berkly stand at the threshold-admiring him no less-as he looked over the shelves of ingredients and mixtures he personally had categorized over the summer months. Boxes of beetles eyes pulled seventy percent of the lower shelves, vials of unicorn hairs sat in trays on the rest of the lower shelves. Bottles of dragon scales and powdered unicorn horns were labeled and carefully categorized according to potency. Phoenix tail feathers filled a glass box in one corner of a higher shelf. Boomslang skin, in a small quantity, sat in a neat pile on a mid-shelf. More bottles of various pickled animal parts and serum stocked up in groups on another mid-shelf. Herbs, carefully harvested by Professor Longbottom, were separated in their own cardboard boxes. Veritaserum, the clear essence in a small pewter cauldron with a preservation spell over it.

Shoving aside the herb boxes in haste, Draco finally unearthed the cure to the Love Potion in a small crystal goblet, also protected with a preservation spell. The potion was yellow in color, the shade of daffodils, and gave off a fiery, brimstone odor. The taste was a sweet mixture of cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger.

The professor grabbed it, knowing full well that it'd be like handling ice pops that had been set in the freezer for too long. He blew away the steam that rose from the cup and tilted Miss Berkly's head back, measurements so she wouldn't choke.

Draco knew full well that Allison did indeed have one of the hugest school-girl crushes on him, but he also knew that she wouldn't have probably dared to confront him about it and try to seduce him all in one go. He gave her until her seventh year that she'd then seek him as a partner, if she didn't have a boyfriend by then. And she was perfectly within her rights by then to seek the interest of older men, but he'd thought that-no matter the age-students weren't allowed to pursue their teachers. And he didn't want to get in the middle of that controversy.

After two minutes, the small cure was drained and he set the sleeping Berkly in an armchair over by the empty fire grate. With a wave of his wand, he lit a fire and grabbed what looked like dust from a box sitting on the onyx mantle piece. Throwing it in the fire, the flames turned emerald and he leaned his head into them. Instead of heat, the fire was cool. Choking on ashes, Draco muttered, "Madame Pomfrey."

A moment later, he was seeing the Hospital Wing in which an older witch was giving a seventh year Griffindor boy a dose of Skele-gro, for what seemed like a broken knee cap. He waited for a moment when she'd be done tending to her patient. As she started walking to her office, Malfoy said, "Pomfrey! You have a minute to talk?"

Without turning around, the witch responded, "This is no time to chat, Professor, I have patients to watch over."

"This is no idol conversation, Madame Pomfrey. I have a student who has passed out in my office. Apparently, she was drugged with a huge quantity of Love Potion. She needs treatment right away."

The healer witch turned around with a suspicious glance. "Okay, I'll be down there right away."

"Thank you."

Returning back through the flames, the Potion's master stood in his office once more and waited. Ten minutes later, Madame Pomfrey was walking into his office.

Author's Note: R&R Thanks! Yay for a long chapter!
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