Chapter 1

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Warning: This is a crossover M/M Slash! If you feel uncomfortable please leave this site immediately! And no Flamer!

A/N: This story is un-beta'd but I've edited as much as I can. I'm sorry beforehand for the grammars and mistake. Hope you guys enjoyed reading.

Rated: M (for safety)

Wrong Ingredients?!

In a long deserted corridor, a frantic footsteps was heard near the corner of a potion classroom. He was late. Two minutes late and when he reach the classroom it will be at least three minutes late. Only three minutes late! But it doesn't matter because anything he do wouldn't be appreciated by his potion teacher; Severus Snape. Ever! So, when he bump into someone around the corner, he wanted to cursed out loud but he bit down his tongue, prevented Snape having his pleasure from taken more of his house point or worse, detention.

He was not fancy wasting his time in the dungeon polishing cauldrons!

He look up and saw the grey eyes look back at him in shock for a split moment before rearrange his expressionless face back in place and sneered at him. Harry rolled his eyes. That was the last thing he need; bumps into Malfoy of all people when he was five minutes late now. Five minute late! His eyes widened as he curse under his breath before quickly getting up.

"Look where you go, Scar Head!" Malfoy sneered down at him.

"Yeah, right. Look where you walk, Ferret!" Harry retorted.

Malfoy lift unimpressed eyebrows, "Watch your mouth, Potter!" Malfoy glare before walking pass him and walk towards the classroom.

Harry rolled his eyes. He doesn't have time for this nonsense. And walk briskly into classroom at the same time with Malfoy.

"Twenty point from Gryffindor for being late, Mr. Potter." Snape sneered down at him. "Sit down!" Harry fuming quietly while glaring dagger at the back of Malfoy's head and went to sit between Ron and Hermione.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Harry hissed at his friend, who looked at him sheepishly.

"I thought I'll let you sleep because you look exhausted, mate." Ron explained. Harry blinked, he didn't know Ron of all people notices and he feel grateful for his best friend's concern but that didn't make his annoyance any less than before. It was unfair that Malfoy always get away with everything while Harry always got punished or point taken from him for being five minutes late, or for no reason at all!

Harry was exhausted, yes, because he was having nightmares and it was becoming more vivid every night, added few visions he got from over excited, angry snake face! Harry know what it means and he know the time is close and he was prepare for the worst. At least now he know what's keeping Voldemort's imperfect immortality; Horcruxes! The only problem was where and what is the item the monster was using for keeping his piece of soul. If only he was prevented from creating those Horcruxes. . .

Mr. Potter, you will be pair with Mr. Malfoy!" Snape's voice snap him out of his mused and he look at Hermione who gave him a sympathetic smile. He sigh and get up of his chair and sat down next to Malfoy. He looked around and saw half of the class was pair with the other houses.

"Ms. Parkinson with Ms. Brown. Ms. Granger with Mr. Zabini. Mr. Goyle with Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Nott with Mr. Weasley…" and on and on until all student was pair followed by annoyed grumble as they get up from their chair to their supposed partner.

"Listen here, Potter! If you messed this up I swear I'll hex you into oblivion!" Malfoy hissed. His voice was serious and threatening. Realizing whatever reason make Malfoy this serious was a perfect chance for Harry to get under his skin. He gave Malfoy sadistic smirked; at least that's what he thought. Realizing this Malfoy's eyes widened, "No, you wouldn't!"

"Yes, I would!" he threatened back. Oh, how sweets revenge was. Malfoy at the front class, opened his mouth on telling Snape and whatever complain he had at the tip of his tongue was swallowed down forcefully when he hear Harry's next words, "Are baby Malfoy too afraid to defense himself and need a protection from uncle sevvy?" he chuckle darkly.

Malfoy glare, "you wish, Scar Head!"

Harry can see he was fuming and take pleasure at Malfoy's clearly uncomfortable gesture and worry line on his face. Well, that a first. He smirked satisfied before look around in confused. He was too engrossed in his thought he didn't heard what Snape was explaining at the moment and what they will be working on. He think about asking Malfoy but thought better of it. Not like he will tell me, he thought to himself.

"Now get started!" Snape wave his hand and ingredients magically appeared on the board in front of the class. Immediately Harry write it down and from the corner of his eyes he saw Malfoy doing the same.

"Okay, you go and get the ingredients and I'll prepare the cauldron." To say Harry was surprised at Malfoy's civilly tone is understandable but he shrugged it off and went to get the ingredients in the cupboard at the back.

"Harry!" Ron called and walked up to him.

"Ron!" Harry smile at his annoyed friend but it disappeared the moment he saw Harry. "Nott, huh?" Ron scrunch up his face, making Harry laugh.

"Stupid git he was!" Ron grumble. They talk some more as the get the ingredients, "I'm sure we'll messed up!" He sighed.

"Why?"

Ron gave him incredulous look. Immediately Harry remember, realize it will be a disasters and to think Snape pair him with Nott, Harry can't help but think that the Dungeon bat was doing this on purpose.

"I've mean to asked, what potion are we making?" Harry asked as he grabbed the ingredients on the list.

Ron opened his mouth to answered him but his eyes widened as he spun around to face the dark look of the Potion Master. "Are you two done yet?"

"Yes, sir!" Ron stammered, glance at Harry briefly before walked out of the ingredients cupboard. Then he realize it was only Ron and him the only one left in cupboard and immediately went to his seat beside Malfoy.

"What's taking you so long, Potter?" Malfoy hissed impatiently.

"Why don't you get the ingredients yourself, Ferret!" Harry snapped.

Malfoy raise an eyebrows and smirked, "What's got into your knickers?" Harry glare before ignoring him. They continue to work in silence as Malfoy occasionally hissed at him. Harry got the cutting task while Malfoy brew.

"Same size, Potter!" Malfoy snapped and Harry feel the urge to throw the knife at the slimy git then walked out of there, but he do as he was told anyway.

After an hour, the potion almost ready and Harry let out a sigh of relieved. At least I'm not screw up this time, he thought happily. The plan to messed it up was forgotten. Even though my partner was Malfoy, he thought again, bitterly.

"Last ingredients, Potter." Malfoy instructed and Harry grabbed the last ingredients he got and put into boiling cauldron. Malfoy's eyes wide with horror, "Potter, what are you doing?" Harry look at him and frown when he saw the horror look on Malfoy's face. He glance back to their cauldron and instead of turning crystal clear, the liquid change into a thick green of goo and started to bubble up sluggishly. The smell was disgusting and in a second when Harry realized this, he raises his wand to cast a protection charm as the cauldron exploded. He was too late and it splash onto him and Malfoy as the other hastily step away from them when they know what was going to happen; too much cauldron exploding with Neville.

Harry feel his eyes dropped, too heavy to stay awake and his legs buckle down as he slumped forward and fall onto floor. His mind started to shut down and the last thing he saw was bushy hairs and the sound of panicked Ron yelled his name as well as Snape's billowing robes before he was wrapped around by darkness.

Draco was slowly awake. He grunted at the cold hard bed he was sleeping at. No, it wasn't his bed! His bed didn't feel like this, it as if he was sleeping on the ground. His eyes flutters as he heard some noises; a chirping noises. Chirp. A bird? Then he feel the warm breeze brush his face and a sudden dread crept on his well being. He was afraid to open his eyes. Afraid of what he will find, because now he was sure he wasn't in his dorm room. Is he on Hogwarts ground?

Only one ways to find out!

He opened his eyes and squinted as the sunlight assaulted his pupil. He groaned and rolled around, feeling his body gone numb and sore all the while he take in his surrounding. He was lying on the ground but it wasn't Hogwarts. The forest was familiar. Is he in Forbidden Forest? He slowly stand up and look around him. He frown as he realizes the forest is a bit different than the one he know. Is he accidentally appeared deeper in Forbidden Forest? And how the hell he ended up here? He shuddered to think what will he bump into here.

A groaned sounded from his left has him jump in shock, only to face with the wild haired boy who covered in a green liquid from his head to his chest. Draco look at himself and was no better than the boy. As if on cue, the previous event flow back to the surface of his mind easily. He remembered! It was Potter's fault he was covered in this disgusting green of goo and feel the urge to kick him right then and there. He never failed in potion, it has to be Potter's fault since he saw Potter throw something that wasn't the ingredient they need.

He contemplated to do just that; maybe kicked his nose like in the train those months ago, only to be startled out of his wits as he raise his left foot when suddenly Potter opened his eyes.

"Merlin!" Draco cried as he steps back and frowned.

Potter groaned and grabbed his head. He look around, "Where are we? What happened?"

"Potter, it should be me who asking that! What have you done to our potion?" he waited for Potter's explanation. The way Potter's face come to realization to what was happening before they transported to this forest almost funny. Draco wants to laugh but this is not the time for laughing. He was panicked –not that he show it, mind you- and he wasn't fond bumps. . . no, run into whatever creatures that lurking around here. The thing might pounce on them anytime by now. He look around him to make sure those creatures hasn't sense them here.

"You!" Potter's face red in anger. "What are you playing at, Malfoy?" the Gryffindor growled at him. His expression look murderous and for a second Draco cowered until he remember he was not at fault here. "What did you do with that potion? Are you so keen to get me into trouble that you will go this far?" he almost shouted.

Enough with the accusation, Draco sneered down at him, "I didn't do anything! Tell me, Potter, did you know what potion we brew? The name?" when Potter didn't answers, Draco narrowed his eyes. "Are you seriously didn't know? You didn't know yet you didn't asked!" Draco lose his cool and yelled at him. Potter's clenched his teeth. Trying to calm his nerves, Draco asked, "What is the last ingredients you throw into cauldron?"

"What are we brewing, Malfoy?" Potter whispered and his look less than murderous, more like he look terrified now.

"Draught of Living Death!" Draco gritted his teeth. He can't believe how stupid Potter is.

Potter makes a choked sound and he really looks green in the face.

"What?" Draco snapped and Potter looks guilty. Draco feels smug that he was right. Potter screwed his potion, not him. At least he has someone to blame and when they going back later, he will tell Severus it was Potter's fault. Then Potter will-

Draco stops his thought as he heard strange noises which cause him to whip around trying to make sense of the sound. Draco makes to grab his wand but he can't find it. It's gone! He saw Potter do the same and meet the same result. Great! Now it was just great! They were in the middle of nowhere in the Forbidden Forest. Without his wand. It was just the matter of time before those wretched creatures come and attack them. Draco started to move, has every intention to survive in this damn forest and get back to Hogwarts in one piece before he stop and tilted his head to the side; listening.

What kind of creatures is that? It seems like a hundred herd of hippogriff running towards them. "Horses." Potter said.

"What? You mean the centaurs?" Draco asked hopefully. They are safe. Surely the centaurs will show them the way to get back to school or maybe help them.

"No, it horses." Draco look at Potter perplexed.

"What do you m-.." he shut up when he saw what Potter means by 'horses'.

It wasn't hippogriff! It wasn't the centaurs either or any other creatures that Draco thinks will come out but as Potter said, it was horses! It was horses and it riders. Sit on its back. The riders had the strangest outfit on them. Chain mail, full armors and cape draped on their back. The bloke who leads them in the front has dark blonde hair, tan skinned and muscular body. From the gesture, Draco knows that this is their leader.

The rest has the same outfit except for the raven haired man behind the leader. He's tall and muscular but not much. He wears a dark brown breeches, blue tunic and brown coat, so much different from the other. He's not sure with others but in Draco's eyes he was perfect, with that high cheek bone, sweet full lips and his eyes as clear as the sky that make Draco's breath hitched when the man looked at him.

Draco also notices the leader gave Potter a strangest calculating look as they nearer and stop in front of them. One of his followed jump off of his horse and pull out a sword! Draco's eyes wide with horror.

"State your name and your business!"

Surprise at this sudden situation, Draco unconsciously step back and reach out to Potter. "P-Potter, what exactly the last ingredients you put into the potion?" He hissed softly.

Draco can feel the body beside him stiffened. At least he wasn't the one that scared out of his mind. He likes to think that Potter was scared as well! "Adder's fork."

Draco whip around to stare at Potter incredulously, "WHAT!?"

TBC...

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