Let go of his hand, I told myself. But I couldn't bring myself to do so. I was enchanted with Draco. I wanted to stop, honestly, but the sensation that holding his hand sent through my body was mesmerizing. I couldn't let go. Draco walked me to a place that was practically isolated. It was isolated actually. It was a shack that was supposedly haunted. Odd. I let that part drift to the back of my mind. No funny business with Draco, got it Corrine? I told myself. Just... Don't... Don't enjoy yourself to much. You have to fight this stupid potion. God this stuff is strong. I looked to my hand and forced myself to release Draco's hand. Good. It's starting to die down.

"So..." Draco stated. I bit my lip. Don't say anything stupid I told myself.

"So..." I repeated.

"What do you think of Hogsmede?" Draco asked.

"It's a charming little town" I stated. So far so good. I put my hand in my pocket and remembered my pan. I pulled it out. "I really do need a new one... Do you think there's a store here where they have a pan?" I asked, wiping it off. Draco side nodded.

"It's a possibility, why? Do you want to get a new one?" Draco asked. I nodded mindlessly. Ugg. If I hadn't actually wanted to I would be mentally slapping myself right now. "Who am I to keep you waiting? Let's go find you a new flute"

"Pan, Draco, it's a pan" I mumbled. I'm surprised I was able to mumble anything, considering that the potion was supposed to make me agree and disagree with everything he said.

"So where shall we go first? Perhaps window shopping?" Draco asked. I nodded. Honestly, I would have done that anyway. Draco offered his arm to me and I leached on to it immediately. I then mentally slapped myself. No. Bad Corrine. Bad Corrine. No more Pan for a week. Of course I didn't pay much attention to the rational part of my brain. We walked a little while before seeing a store with any kind of instruments. As soon I saw the instrumental store I immediately detached myself from Draco and went to the window. I looked all around. Keyboards, guitars, ukuleles, drums. No. No. No. No. Flutes, whistles, and- I gasped- Pans! I opened the door and went to the section with the pans. I looked at all the sizes. There's one that was my pans size and two that were slightly bigger. I turned to the wizard at the counter.

"Can I try this out?" I asked. He nodded. I smiled. I then pulled out my wand and preformed a wind spell to test out the Pan. It worked wonderfully, the sound of the pan even more precise then my own. I NEED THIS PAN, I instantly thought. I turned to the clerk. "How much is it?!" I asked a once.

"13" he replied. I looked to my bag. 13. Oh dang. I only had 9.

"Oh. Well thanks. I hope it goes to a good owner..." I announced and put it back, then slumped almost all the way out the door, before I realized Draco wasn't outside anymore. I looked back into the shop to see that Draco had made a purchase in a large bag. "What instrument do you play?" I asked as he got to the door.

"It's more of a guilty pleasure, Corrine, I play the penny flute, for mothers enjoyment..." Draco blushed. I nodded. That explains the large bag. To hide his little flute from everyone. I know how that can get.

"Oh man, I wish I had 13." I blubbered like a blooming idiot. "Maybe for Christmas" I sighed. Draco nudged me playfully.

"There's always birthdays too" Draco laughed. I rolled my eyes. Hey. I just rolled my eyes! That potion is wearing off! Finally!

"Well, my birthday isn't till summer, Draco. I can't wait that long, it will probably be gone by then." I explained.

"Well if it's still there tomorrow, I'll buy it for you." Draco stated, and stuck out his hand. I gasped.

"I can't ask you to do that Draco"

"I don't recall asking you if you agreed" Draco announced. I rolled my eyes again.

"Fine" I announced finally giving in. Though on the inside I was squealing. I shook his hand and we walked back to Hogwarts.