When A Dragon Slythered In...

Dizzy Drinks

I sat down at the garden table which formed within the vicinity, I breathed in the air, it smelled fake, but gorgeously silky, like spring in summer....

What was I saying? I felt dizzy. I didn't like this at all. I felt trapped. Claustrophobic.

"Pumpkin Juice?" Malfoy picked up the jug and gestured towards my glass.

"Sure." I replied quietly, holding back the gagging and sick.

"Feeling okay?" He asked so sweetly, Draco was a lovely boy. He always knew what to say. Come to think of it, he may have sounded sweet, but it felt sour, something was wrong.

I downed a glass of Pumpkin Juice waiting for the effects to wear off. But they didn't. I began to bend over, anticipating my gag reflects that never submereged.

"Malfoy... I think I'm going... to be... sick." I breathed heavily as I could as I tried to help submerge the notion of my juice coming back up.

"Don't worry, those are just the side effects."

My the back of my ear began to hurt and the room began to spin uncontrollably. I didn't know what to do or say. I didn't know what was coming over me. But all I could think of was him.

But who was him?...