Two drops of phoenix tears, stir three times to the right, add an other incredibly rare ingredient, stir four times to the left, listen to Snape yelling at you… Wait what? Harry looked at the piece of parchment that Hermione left for him. And as if Snape knew that was his clue, he looked up at Harry.

"Mister Potter, you can't possibly be done yet, so what excuse do you have this time for stopping?"

"Nothing sir." Harry responded, knowing fully well that if he said anything else, Snape would once again deduct points like there was no tomorrow. He looked at the piece of parchment again, only to find it gone. He looked around him and saw Malfoy smirking at him. Malfoy walked towards him.

"Troubles with your potion?"

"None at all, you?" Harry was determined not to let Malfoy know he had no clue how to do this potion without Hermione's little cheat parchment, even though he knew Malfoy probably had it.

"So you won't be needing this then?" Malfoy grinned at him, while he held the piece of parchment in the air and set it on fire with a little spell.

Harry sighed, he should have seen it coming, so now he really had to do it all by himself. He turned his back on Malfoy and took a ingredients from the self that he thought he needed.

9 feathers of something disturbing, stir a few times to the uhh…left? Just add a little of this, cut a little bit of that and throw it in. Stir a few times more to the uhh…right, yeah the right is probably right we just had the left. Just adding this, and then it should be done. He graped a vial and poured it in. Walked up to Snape and turned it in.

"Mister Potter, what might this be?"

"The nerves potion?"

"No actually it is not, it is not even close. The nerves potion is supposed to be blue, yours is green. The nerves potion is not supposed to bubble, but somehow yours does. The nerves potion is not supposed to have a significant smell, yours smells like…well strawberries. So in conclusion one could conclude that this is in fact not the nerves potion."

"Maybe I made a little miscalculation, or it could be a different form of a nerves potion that just has a better smell." Harry knew the moment he said that, that one way or an other, he was screwed.

"Well mister Potter, if you know it so well, drink it and we'll see what happens." Snape smiled at him evilly. "Or, I could deduct more points."

Without thinking it over Harry drank the entire vial empty. He shook his head from the side effect, which was a little drowsiness and a little headache. Which was soon followed by the ability to no longer being able to stand on his feet.

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"Harry, Harry, can you hear me…Harry??"

Harry opened his eyes slowly and looked into Hermione's worried eyes.

"Oh thank god you're alright, how do you feel?"

Harry thought about that question for awhile. Obviously he was lying in the hospital wing, but he didn't feel like anything was wrong with him. He felt better, he felt good.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I feel fine." Madam Pomfrey looked at him and after a little examination of a half hour she too could only conclude that he was fine. So she had to let him go. Harry walked through the halls on his way to his first class. When of course fate had to bother him again, with the best measures fate had: Draco Malfoy.

Before Malfoy could even open his mouth Harry knew exactly what he wanted to say to the prick, and had every intention to share this with him.

"What do you want now? I don't have a cheat note for walking through the halls that you can burn. So what can it possibly be this time?" Malfoy looked at him for a moment.

"Uh, I wasn't up to uh anything." Harry looked at Malfoy like he was the lowest scum of the earth, walked by him and ignored him for the rest of the day. Which irritated Malfoy to his very core.

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Harry walked down the stairs on his way to breakfast, he looked totally different. His hair was no longer untameable, he no longer needed glasses and he wore clothes which showed his nicely formed muscles that were formed through Quiditch over the years.

"My god, you look good Harry." Hermione looked at her friend, while wondering if he ever had looked that good. Harry smiled at her in a different, unknown way.

"I know." Was his only response. As he opened the doors to the great hall. He walked to the spot where he always sat with a knew found confidence. As soon as Ginny saw him she walked over and sat down next to him.

She scotched over to him and turned to him, sitting closely as she whispered in his ear. "Harry, seeing you like this makes me want you, I want to see you naked on my bed, while I fur fill your every desire." Harry stood up from his seat, and spoke clear and loud. "Ginny, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not interested, no matter what you offer me in bed or on the kitchen table, I simply can and will do better." With this he left the table.

Just before he walked out of the great hall he realized that everyone was staring at him He turned around and said: "You like the show?" and walked away.

Ginny was blushing at the table, now that everyone was looking at her. Blaise Zabini walked over to her.

"What do you do on the kitchen table?" He smiled at her seductively. She turned even more red.

"What I do on the kitchen table is only meant for Harry." She stood up and wanted to walk away as well when Blaise held her back. He leaned forward and said: "I don't mind it if he's there as well." Suddenly Ginny smiled at him. She knew Harry had a secret, they were dating and suddenly he told her he didn't want her anymore. After her he could have gotten all the girls he wanted, but he never did. If you combine this information with the fact that Harry had always had an obsession with Draco. One could say that Harry might be considered gay, or at least bi.

"You know Blaise that might just work. What do you have in mind?" Blaise smiled at her, he knew that if he put Potter into the equation she would think differently, plus he looked really hot today.

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Authors note: The rated M part next chap :P