Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or settings in this story. The only thing that is mine is the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

This story will at some point be YAOI! As in Boy/Boy. If you don't like it, then don't read it. If you do read, I will not be held responsible for scarred minds or anything else that may befall you. You may hold me responsible for having awesome imagination. This is my first fanfiction ever, so read and review please!

P.S: The title sucks, so if you ever think of a better one, let me know!

Takes place during 8th (7th) year. Voldemort is dead, but rivalries between Slytherins and Gryffindors are still strong.

Chapter One

I looked over my schedule at breakfast and groaned. "Double Potions with the Slytherins today, guys." I looked across the table at my friends. They hadn't heard me, they were too busy making googly eyes at each other. "Ron. Hermione. GUYS!" That time they heard me. They snapped out of their trance and blushed. Geez, ever since their kiss in the Chamber of Secrets they have been caught in each other's eyes nonstop.

"Oh, sorry Harry," Ron said. "What did you say?"

"I said, Double Potions with the Slytherins today." Ron groaned.

"Damn, and here I was hoping for a good day for once."

"Yeah, it's gonna suck. Malfoy's gonna be such an ass."

"Hey, maybe it won't be so bad," Hermione said. "Now that Professor Slughorn is teaching the class, Malfoy won't be able to do anything horrible."

We heard that familiar drawling voice getting louder as none other than Draco Malfoy walked into the Great Hall, with his nose in the air, like he owned the place.

"Speak of the devil, or rather, the pompous, self-centered ferret," Ron muttered, causing us both to snicker under our breath.

Hermione smacked him on the hand. "Stop that. I'm not saying we have to be nice, but we will not be mean. No matter how irritatingly loathsome he is."

Malfoy sauntered past our table on the way to his. As he walked by us, he flashed his signature stuck-up smirk. What a jerk. I turned back to the table to see Ron and Hermione staring into each other's eyes, all lovey-dovey. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore.

"Hey guys, I'll see you later."

"Mmmm," they replied, too lost in each other's gaze.

I made my way to the new classroom that Professor Slughorn had taken up after the war ended. I was the first one there. Professor Slughorn greeted me.

"Harry, my boy! How good it is to see you after such a long summer. How are you, how have you been?"

"Hello, Professor. It's nice to see you too. I'm fine, spent the summer with the Weasleys. How have you been?"

"I've been fine. It's a good thing that you're here, I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Really, about what?"

"I can't talk about it now, the other students are coming. Can you meet me tonight? Around 8:30?"

"Of course Professor, I'll be there."

"Good, good. Well, take a seat, it's time for class!"

I made my way over to a table in the middle of the room. Just then, all of the other students came pouring in through the door. I waved to Hermione and Ron.

"Over here!"

They made their way over to me and sat down. I made sure I was sitting in the middle, between them.

"Hey, mate," Ron greeted me.

"Hey, guys, I just found out from Slughorn that I have to come see him tonight at 8:30."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. He wouldn't say."

"Weird."

"Blimey, mate, in trouble on the first day," Ron remarked.

"No, I'm not in trouble. He didn't seem angry or upset, just excited."

"Hmm, I wonder why," Hermione mused.

"Me too."

"Today we will be brewing the Blood Replenishing Potion," Professor Slughorn boomed from the front of the classroom.

For the rest of the hour, we were chopping and slicing and dicing and brewing and stirring counter-clockwise 7 times per minute. Finally the bell rang, signaling the end of class. As everyone rushed out the door, Slughorn shouted after us.

"No homework tonight!"

The rest of the day went by in a blur, while I waited for tonight, when I would find out what Professor Slughorn wanted to talk to me about. At the end of our last class today, Transfiguration, the new professor, whose name I can't remember, told us to write a 6 inch report on Human Transfiguration. Everyone groaned, as this was the only homework we were assigned today. Well, everyone groaned but Hermione, who just sat wishing it was more.

We made our way back to the common room, to work on our homework until dinner. We finished our essays, and then went down to dinner. Hermione and Ron began to fill their plates with food. Hermione notice me not eating, and asked me about it.

"Harry, aren't you hungry?"

"No, I'm too anxious," I replied.

"Don't be. You said it yourself, Slughorn didn't seem mad at you."

"I know, but I can't help but be nervous."

"Well you should at least eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"All right then."

Finally the clock said 8:20.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna head over to Slughorn's room."

"See you later."

"Good luck."

I made my way to Slughorn's room with a knot in my stomach. He hadn't seemed angry with me, but I was still kinda scared. To calm my nerves, I told myself firmly, You defeated Voldemort, several times, even when you were a baby! I felt better. Unfortunately, I found out my nervousness was for good reason. I walked into the classroom, and found, not Slughorn, but none other than Draco Malfoy. We stared at each other in surprise. It seemed that he hadn't known that I was going to be there either. Just then, Slughorn came out of the potion supply cupboard, carrying an armful of different types of ingredients, some of which I've never seen. He set the ingredients down on an empty desk.

"Ah, Harry, it's good that you're here. I know that you are acquainted with Mr. Malfoy here."

"Yes sir, we know one another."

"Well, you two probably want to know why you are here, so I'll tell you. You both are quite good at potions-"

"Ha! Potter couldn't brew tomato soup without help!"

"Mr. Malfoy, that is enough! As I was saying, you are both quite good at potions, and I feel that you two will be quite bored with this year's curriculum. So I am placing you two in your own small group to work together on more advanced potions than the rest of the class. Do either of you have any questions?"

"Yes, am I allowed to give Potter a poison?"

"No Mr. Malfoy, you may not poison Harry."

"Damn."

"Any more questions?"

"Will we work on these potions during regular class time?"

"Yes, you will work on them in this small room over here." He showed us a door hidden behind a room divider. We opened the door and saw a smallish room, with a counter, a table with a cauldron, and some cabinets containing potion ingredients. "This is where you will work during the regular class time. The first potion you will brew is the Personality Swapping Potion. Obviously, it switches the personalities of two people. You will work on this tomorrow during class. Do you both understand?"

We both nodded.

"Good. Then I'll see you both tomorrow."

I made my way back to the dormitory. By now, it was 9:30. When I got to the special dormitory for 8th year
Gryffindors, complete with our own common room, it was deserted. I went up to the room I shared with Ron. He was dead asleep, with his curtains drawn. I put on my pajamas, and climbed into bed. I drew the curtains shut around my four-poster bed, and went to bed, thinking about how awful it was going to be to work with Malfoy all year long.