Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is not my daughter. Therefore, Harry Potter does not belong to me in any way (unless you believe in the bible and Adam and Eve). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ "Go on! You know you want to ask her out!" a bubble in Harry's mind said. "No! I go with her everywhere! This ball is different!" another said. Harry toyed with the idea of asking Hazel, this girl in Ravenclaw a year younger than him or Lucy, a friend of Hazel's. There was always Ginny and Hermione, but Harry didn't feel like there company. Oh, the possibilities were limitless. Nearly everyone girl wanted to be his date but he didn't want to be hers. Life was rotten. Harry was in his room, lying on his bed thinking about which girl he would take to the Hala Ball. The Hala ball was something that year 5 onwards kids got to take. Harry, being in six, would be able to take quite a number of girls. The bell rang and he packed up his stuff for Potions. How was he going to get things done with so many women on his mind? Who knew. As he hurried down the dungeon corridors that he knew so well he wondered why he was even thinking about the Hala ball. It wasn't that exciting. Just another ball, I think. Snape charged in, silencing everyone with a flick of his cloak. "The Yoohoo Potion is what we will make today. It is a complex potion and requires pairs. I have done the liberty of doing so. Unlike the name suggests, you will not call out 'Yoohoo' after you have drunk this potion," a few snickers from the Slytherin were overlooked by Snape. "The Yoohoo potion does however make the person feel hot or cold, depending on a situation. It also changes your eye colour with your mood. For example, if you were feeling romantic or in love your eyes would go a pink and you would probably feel warm. Get it? Now, groups. Bullstrode, Potter. Parkinson, Weasly. Longbottom, Crabbe. Finch-Fletchy, Goyle. Finally, Malfoy and Granger. Now with these people you are working with you must add something of your own to it, a hair, paper, anything. This means that you and the other person will share a sort of bond for a few weeks. Begin!" Hermione and Draco glared at each other with steel coloured eyes. Hermione read that the potion goes a bright pink when done and she and Draco began reaching for ingredients. But there was one she couldn't quite reach, just a bit further. A hand reached up with ease and turning she saw it was Draco. Her eyes narrowed and she stormed back to the cauldron. They began to add this and that, continually referring to the book. Hermione added a hair whilst Draco cut part of a piece of parchment. They dropped it in and the potion went a sky blue. Then it reverted back to bright pink. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and got two glasses and gathered up enough for each one to drink. She drank it quickly and found that surprisingly it didn't taste too bad. However, Hermione hadn't seen in small print to let the potion settle. Draco began putting things away, so by the time he had his it had indeed settled. *Why does he not acknowledge anyone but himself? * Draco jumped. It sounded like Hermione but she was glaring at him from the other end of the room. He read the potion and saw in tiny print that if someone had drunk the potion too early, whoever had drunk it later would hear the other person's thoughts. Keeping this to himself, he heard the bell go and he strode out of the classroom. *Great. Left me to do the work. Thanks jackass! * Hermione thought. Draco strode to his room. *Draco's interesting. I love him in a different way. I wish he could get through the MudBlood thing though and just give me a chance. He could be so good as a caring person. * Draco quietly thought to himself, ' I could be a caring person. But my dad would murder me, so that won't work. A/N: Was that totally crap? Or was it ok? If I get enough reviews I'll try to get a plotline. Erm.someone else had this idea, of reading someones mind. However, it is an entirely different concept. I am NOT, repeat, am NOT copying that idea. Well, I am, but I'm twisting it in my own way.

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