Drarry ~ Twisted Dread

A Date With The Devil

Harry
"Come on Harry!" Hermoine shouted at me begging for me to come to class. "I really don't feel good Hermoine, I just want to lay in bed. Do my homework for me and I'll look for Crookshanks later?"

She barely got the chance to mouth the words 'definitely not' when a dreadful sear of pain shot from my knees to my abdomen sending me down to the floor. Hermoine dropped her book bag and rushed towards me screaming in fright.

That was the last thing I remembered before all went a buzz and blurry.

Draco
After putting a tremendous amount of gel through my hair, I slogged down the stairs from my dorm into the Slytherin common room to meet Blaise and Pansy. "Any ideas guys?" Blaise replied with enthusiasm, "To your delight we have, and it's a good one too."

The foul git, Potter, needs to be taught not to spy on people. I guess stomping on his face didn't do the trick.

He probably thinks he's up to something good, but there's no way he could know I'm a death eater.

Or the dreadful task I have to fulfill for the dark lord.
I scoffed and sat in the chair next to the two.

"Well, what's the plan then, Blaise?"

"Pansy here found out that Harry is knocked out sick in the hospital wing and we were thinking we could sneak something into his medication for the perfect payback."

It was a good plan but it seemed like a big hassle and a tad bit desperate. "Whatever the both of you can go find something to fuck with Potter from the Weasley twins wizard wheezes shop and bring it to me after supper".

Blaise and Pansy both nodded and stood up in unison and left the common room. I'm not like how I was, I'm not obsessed with torturing potter but he's gotten on my nerves and he needs to know how to piss off. This plan should do the trick, and then I can get back to my real task.

Pansy
I was scanning the tall shelves starting to feel worried that we wouldn't find anything good enough to mess with Harry.

"Pansy! Look what I found!"

"It's perfect Pansy, it's called Skiving Snack-box. If Harry eats one of these chocolates, he'll become so ill he'd rather die, it says it can be unbearable and should only be used against a person of bad or evil which Harry is of course."

A small smile began to form at the corner of my lips, Harry is already sick but this will make it a 100 times worse. 

"Draco will be so pleased, good work Blaise. But how will we sneak the chocolates into the wing?"

"Aren't you neutral with that puffball Granger? Maybe you can ask for tutoring seeing as she's such a smartarse and find a way to get them to Harry."

"I guess..."

He rolled his eyes and we walked out of the store making our way back to the castle.

Puffball? Hermoine isn't a puffball, she just has waves.