A/N: Yoz ppl! This is the first time I had ever written a story on fanfic… I have wrote others though but it's not about Harry and Draco sry about that! But if you wanna read it while reviewing u could ask for it and give you're e-mail or e-mail me straight! But I'd rather you'll review… heehee! Have fun ya?

…Draco's thoughts…

'Droco's inner voice speaking'

Caramel Hurts

The seventh year Gryffindor rolled over onto his back and slid his eyes open. Darkness invaded his vision, but he very well knew it was morning. He always woke up so early. The first thing he thought of was…I'm going back to hogwarts tomorrow… He got up and walked to hedwig's cage feeling happier than he had in ages. He reaches out to stroke hedwig when he spotted a pile of letters at the corner of his eyes. The letters that had been exchanged from himself, Ron and Herm. He allowed his mind to wander as he stared at the letters

…. Ron had told him not to come to The Burrow for a certain reason. Ron didn't specify. I wonder why though. Weird. And Herm told him that she was also not allowed to go to The Burrow too, when he asked her…

He snapped out of his thoughts when the heard a sound coming from the windows... He looked up and got a shock out of his life… Ron! What was he doing here? At least Harry thought it was Ron. Boy didn't he look different… His hair was now spiked up and he dyed it a darker red, He certainty grew much, much taller during the holidays and was now wearing all new clothes made up of dragon skin and leather. A sliver chain hung from his hips, which was also wrapped by skintight black leather pants…combining them… making him look sexy… Harry felt himself grow hard.

And who was that behind him on his new 'LaserBeam' broom? A dark silhouette emerged from behind a grinning-from-ear-to-ear Ron. When Harry saw who it was, he could not get any more surprised, could not think and could not comprehend. All he could do was to sputter out carelessly "Who are you! What are you doing here!"

Harry Potter's eyebrows rose. They arched like cathedral doorways, thin and pointed, vanishing under his jet-black and tousled hair. With his eyebrows up, his eyes were very wide, too wide, as if they were glass balls that would fall out. Or was it his glasses that make it so big? … My glasses I mean…

Harry then stepped backward in shock as Harry mounted from the 'LaserBeam' and landed smoothly onto Harry's bedroom floor. "What am I doing here? Why my darling, to see you of course." Then he stepped out of the shadows he had been hiding behind all the time. Harry let out another gasp… A very sharp one if truth was to be spoken.

For in front of Harry was a completely naked Harry potter. "Oh for fuck's sake! Put some clothes on your body," Harry rolled his eyes and added "Well… my body… Oh fuck who gives a fucking damn? Just put some fucking clothes on would you!" Harry's eyebrows arched itself again. "Language Harry. Even I'm not as 'crude' as you are… Four 'fucks' in one sentence? Tsk Tsk Tsk Tsk"

Harry took a step forward eating up the space between them. Harry felt himself grow hard that Harry…Well…He was standing so close to him…Himself. ...Fuck this is ridiculous…

But this Harry didn't seem to think so… Harry reached out to stroke Harry's cheek…His hands moved closer…Harry felt himself trembling now… Closer …No please don't… As if on cue… Hands move downwards instead. Pass his chest, pass his stomach and pass his belly button, almost landing on his erection …No way… No way… No way…"

"NO WAY!" Draco shot up right so that he was now sitting in his school, in his house, in his room, in his green and silver four-poster bed …Not in number 4… Not in Harry's bedroom…. Fuck! Since when did I start calling Potter… Harry? He knew the answer of course. Since that fucking blasted son of a bitch dream!

He calmed himself down and looked around as if checking that it was a dream after all… thank goodness it was! It was very dark; he squinted to look at the time and groaned out loud to the fact that the floating orb was missing…again. He swore late into the night except that it wasn't night it was morning… He very well knew it was morning. The dungeons were always so dim. He took a glance over at the spot that lay next to him. The cover was pulled back, the sheets were disheveled, and the pillows was out of place, but it was empty.

…Another one night stand?… Draco's thoughts grumbled, …Can't one woman stay with me long enough so that I at least get to kick her out?…

He pondered this for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, which suddenly became suddenly particularly interesting …Whatever, not like I care. The sex wasn't even that good anyway…

Draco finally threw his legs over the side. His foot tingled sending the taresthesia sensation running up his leg. He stood and walked toward his private bathroom… came with having your own when you're a prefect.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was a Slytherin prefect. It however did not surprise him, I mean… this is Slytherin and everyone was fraudulent one way or another. What did surprise him, however, was the fact that he was one of the so-called better Slytherin… I mean… Come on! He's a Malfoy?

He dressed quickly taking a long look in the mirror. Nothing really changed… Really … He still had his hair gelled back blond hair and gray eyes. The only thing that was an alteration was that he looked older… His face thinned a bit more …due to certain nightmare I've been having all summer and which bloody dared to replay itself again… without me asking it too! … And became manlier looking …making the girls go wild… Draco smirked to himself. His good mood did not last long.

Draco stormed out of his room slamming the door a little harder than necessary. The common room was empty. Apparently having cleared out for breakfast… Those pigs… I wish I had the mood to eat! Bloody nightmares… blast it!… He took a seat in one of the green armchairs by the fireplace and relaxed, enjoying the stillness of the silence.

The only light in the common room was the small fire set in the fireplace. It crackled every now and then, but mostly just flickered silently curling around the wood it was casted upon. The flames transmitted a dull orange shadow against the room creating the image that it was the beginning of hell and the flaming torture was just one door away… But Draco knew better, this was worst then Hell. This was Life.

Somewhere a few hundred meters away, a certain jet-black tousled hair young boy felt the same way doing the same thing… this was life… another one nightstand? … Stupid nightmare!…This is worst then Hell… This was life…Those nightmares… Got it ever since I drank that potion…Like I did not even wanna drink it… Blast that Ron and Herm… Whatever! Who the fuck gives the damn anyway?

Draco's stomach gave a low gurgle. He cursed himself because he didn't really feel like moving at the moment, but when his stomach churned again he pulled himself to his feet and headed toward the Great Hall.

He opened the doors and walked toward the Slytherin table taking a seat between his two idiot 'bodyguards', Crabbe and Goyle. Draco began piling his plate with food. His head began throbbing which had been happening quite a bit over the last few days. Caramels were awful, but he chose to ignore it as he stuffed a spoon into his mouth.

Crabbe and Goyle were talking about something or another, which must have been obviously boring because it looked like the two are going to fall asleep. Draco didn't really fell like putting his two cents worth in either… He was already too tired.

Instead his eyes floated around the room watching other people talk happily to their friends. Everyone was so cheerful in the morning… Which made Draco fell worse… But he eyed the Gryffindor table and well, well, well… There sat Har—Potter looking glumly into his plate.

…Potter, I wonder why or rather what has him so depressed this morning… Draco smiled to himself. Beside him Blaise Zabbini spoke to him in a low tone. "Drake (Draco winced at this… God how he hated this name) what's with you today? You're smiling like the all time golden-boy!" In response Blaise found himself thrown against the wall… without even using magic. "Don't you ever say that again!" Draco spat.

He looked around the room and sent death glares to anyone who dares to look at him in the eye. He finally sat back down… Blaise seems to be out cold … serves him right talking about Harry like that…Wait! What the fuck did I just call him Harry andwhy didIsay that! No Way! What I meant was how dare he talk to me when I'm in a bad mood!… 'Ya right! As if Drake' An inner voice nag at him… He pushed it away impatiently.

He continued to stare at Potter… As if the Gryffindor felt someone watching him, he lifted up his head and stared straight into Draco's eye. Draco sneered and looked away.

"Stupid Gryffindork!" Draco murmured. "That's more like you Drake…" Blaise found himself thrown bodily at the wall again …Thank goodness no teachers are in here today… Wonder where they are though… Whatever like I give a damn anyway…

As fast as Draco arrived, he left…Wanting nothing more to do with the noisy hall… Probably whispering about Draco's attitude to his 'Boyfriend' There is a rumor that Draco is two timing Blaise and Pansy …It was because they clung on to me!… He rubbed his forehead to try to keep the pain down and made a beeline down to the dungeons. Draco grabbed his potions book from his room and escaped just in time… as soon as people started pilling into the common room from breakfast …people with not a care in the world… I wish I had such a life… Sigh…

The Potions room was nice and quiet …Just the way I like it, unlike the noisy "Great Hall". Damn! What is with the headache anyway? Oh fuck! It must be the caramel taking effect… As if it obeyed Draco, the headache ceased. The Potions Professor soon walked in… Followed by the rest of the class. Slytherin/Gryffindor seventh years. The class settled down quickly, especially the Gryffindors …Yeah…Bet they don't want about 50 points being taken away from them… Draco smirked to himself …But what made Harr—Potter so glum and moody though… I've got to get out of the 'Harry' habit…

As soon as the class settled down, Snape began to preach about something called 'Connection Potion'. It was supposed to tell whom you were emotionally attached to and who u are in love with. If you want to check if the potion is brew correctly, justthink about or look atthat specialperson in your lifeand stir it at the same time. If the potion is brew corectly, the colour of the potion will turn a darker blue. Ifit remains the same colour,it means that u either brew it wrongly or you have no emotion for that particular person.

Why he didn't just say love was beyond Draco's reasoning…

Almost at the end of the lesson Draco's cauldron was soon steaming with ingredients and looking a healthy magical purple… Unlike Harr—Potter's… Draco thought with a smirk. But it soon left his face… What the fuck is the problem with me? Cut that 'Harry' thing out damn it!… He slowly stirred it but his mind wasn't really on it. The headache is back. His eyes glanced around the room…Perhaps it was the steam from the potion… Looking at how everyone else was doing. Neville's potion was boiling over and looked orange.

"Longbottom can't brew anything if his life depended on it," Draco smirked to himself.

His eyes scanned over a few Slytherins then landed on Harry… again. He still looked miserable… If possible even worst then before. Harry was stirring his potion sighing in process. Hermione leaned over and whispered something in his ear…probably telling him that his potion is smoking and would sure get a 'D'… But the Gryffindork shrugged and looked back into his cauldron…That bloody idiot sure doesn't care about potions… But it is tolerable… Draco reasoned.

Harry looked up again and caught his eyes with Draco's. Emerald green locked itself with Silvery gray for a moment before Draco resorted to sneering before breaking eye contact and looking back towards his own perfectly brewed potion. He noticed it was turning a darker blue almost purple …huh? Oh no! Something's wrong! How's that possible… Then something hit him…It's a connection potion that means its something got to do with feeling and love… Like Snape mentioned earlier… Who did I look at earlier… POTTER?! No way!… Not possible…. Hmm… what if… Draco turned to look at Pansy for a while and looked back to his potion. It was periwinkle blue again.

"Oh Fuck it! No way!" Draco shouted out loud to the class…I don't love potter!…

"Now, now what do we have here? Found your true love in this class Draco? Found out how does this potion work? You don't have to drink it to make it work you know. Oh and no more vulgarities in my classes Draco… Even your Godfather can't help you the next time round." Snape taunted.

…Snape can be so stupid sometimes. He just gave our 'godson' 'godfather' secret away… Bet he doesn't realize it … But then again… He isn't that stupid... Or careless for this matter… But what fucking reason does he have to purposely leak it out?… Draco questioned himself… Oh my headache is getting worse… I don't wannathink…Wait a moment... Since when did I catch on that 'wanna' thing? I'm starting to sound like potter.. Right for once... Fuck! It really hurts IDon't want to think anymore...Really don't...

"No … I-I just realized that I didn't bring my most important ingredient so I won't be able to complete it." Draco replied and mentally kicked himself … I'm the worst liar in this century… If so then why is mine perfectly completed?…Man i'm really not thinking...

Snape however... let the matter rest. All that was left to do was to let it sit until next Monday. Draco went to hand up his potions to Severus but he didn't see Harry doing the same and they bumped into each other almost making the two potions spill.

"Watch it, Potter!" Draco sneered.

"It was your fault Malfoy. Watch where you're going!" Harry retaliated.

"Look, Potter, I don't need to fail this assignment just because you can't see in front of you!" Draco spat.

Harry huffed in a cute way and continued, "I'm in no mood for this! Just back off!"

…Whoa! Did I just say cute? Man I must be more sex deprived than I thought… Draco skewered his face at the thought and snapped back, "What? Potter not having one of your fun-loving, Gryffindory, cheerful days?"

"What is going on here? Dray?"…Even Snape's in all out to torture me with that name…

"Nothing sir," They both said in unison…Why is Harr—Potter giving me that 'What the Fuck… What? Dray?' look… Damn that Snape…

Later that day when he couldn't take the pain anymore, Draco swallowed his pride and elegantly marched to the Hospital…Hey Malfoys have to live up to their name no matter in what situation… Bare the pain Draco… You're a Malfoy you can take it…

Madam Pomfrey was busying herself with a few bottles at the far end of the room. He walked over silently. She reached for a blue vial and handed it behind her back to Draco. Without looking away from what she was doing.

…Honestly, that woman has eyes in the back of her head… He gulped down the potion and the headache immediately ceased…Oh yeah… Caramels are awful. But damned!This is awful as well… Draco managed to keep it down …Fuck it!…