Summary: Draco is, as usual, coming up with unique ways to ruin Harry's day. Of course this one doesn't exactly go as planned, and the result is much worse than ones in the past. Their new found constant interaction causes a lot of complaints, but in the end they both realize it isn't all bad.

AU: This is an alternate universe of Harry and Draco's sixth year. There are several differences, like Lupin still teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape is still Potions Master, and Draco is not trying to kill Dumbledore.

Warning: This is rated M because there will be some slash in later chapters. However, if you're looking for the usual sex here sex there I write, don't look at this. This is a particularly long story I'm making, and it will be as realistic as possible, so any smut will be way way wayyy over there in chapter 28 or something.

Schedule: This is the schedule I made after I was halfway through writing the plot, which was difficult since I'd just written down random classes until then. Look at it, and please tell me if you find a mistake.

Draco-

Monday- Morning; Care of Magical Creatures, After dinner; free period...Tuesday- After breakfast; Potions, After lunch; Transfiguration...Wednesday- Morning; Defense Against the Dark Arts, Before lunch; free period...Thursday- Morning; free period, After dinner; Herbology...Friday- Before lunch; Alchemy, After dinner; Ancient Runes

Harry-

Monday- Morning; Care of Magical Creatures, After dinner; free period...Tuesday- After breakfast; Potions, After lunch; Transfiguration, Before dinner; Herbology...Wednesday- Morning; Defense Against the Dark Arts, Before lunch; free period...Thursday- Morning; free period, After lunch; Charms...Friday- Before dinner; Ancient Runes, After dinner; free period

Draco's PoV

Draco sat quietly inside his dorm room, working alone. It was a Monday and currently his free period. Normally he would be spending his time milling around Hogwarts grounds or inspecting the secrets of the Room of Requirement. It was the one room he actually liked in Hogwarts. The only room that truly reflected him.

However, today he was brewing a love potion. Surprisingly Goyle had suggested it as a joke. He hadn't expected either of the dolts to come up with a satisfactory idea, but this certainly was one. Draco was debating on who he would give it to; Hermionne or Ron? But what he did know was that one of Potter's best friends would be draping themselves on him for at least fourty-eight hours.

Draco himself didn't have too much of a problem with the supposed Chosen One, but he did have a reputation. And when an opportunity to humiliate Gryffindors arrived, just about the whole of Slytherin expected him to strike. Had Potter accepted his hand during his first year he wouldn't have to put in so much effort into bullying the Golden Trio. It was a pain in his arse.

Sighing quietly, Draco returned to his brew. Draco had always been good at potions, and help from Severus was appreciated as well. Scattered around him were several ingredients, measuring devices and a cauldron.

A copper cauldron, he might add.

He cracked three more Ashwinder eggs into the cauldron, mixed it lightly with the dash of peppermint, and then added a spoonful of rose thorns. Fifteen minutes of stirring, another extract of peppermint and three pints of powdered moonstone and the simmering potion was done.

Spooning a small amount out of the cauldron, he placed it into a tiny vial. Draco decided it'd be more humiliating and uncomfortable if he used it on Weasel King, so he stood up and enchanted the potion. It now whispered 'Harry Potter' delicately. When he slipped this into the redhead's drink the potion would direct all his thoughts to the Boy Who Lived.

Smiling smugly, Draco dusted his robes off lightly before waving his wand and watching as the various ingredients closed their lids and hopped over to the bottom drawer of his second dresser. Then he collected the rest of the love potion, stored it in a tightly sealed bottle and levitated his cauldron away.

Draco left his dorm feeling satisfied with the potion's outcome. Shame it had to be used on such pests.

Exiting from the portrait in the common room, Draco made his way upstairs from the dungeon. He needed to meet his two goons. The school day was almost over, and he wanted them to administer the potion tomororow at breakfast.

On his way up Draco almost rammed into a group of second-year Hufflepuffs. Having not been looking where he was going, Draco skidded and fell to the ground, a pink substance pouring from its vial and onto his face.

Draco was too busy being consumed by the taste of the love potion he'd just swallowed to notice the pale and shaking Hufflepuffs starring at him in fear.

What was that taste?

Coffee with caramel, coconut and cream. Fudge-covered strawberries. Honey-drapped Baklava.

It was a delicious mixture of a billion delicacies, so good he couldn't even describe it. Draco marveled at the taste, before he remembered he had someone very important to speak with.

Harry Potter.

Standing up Draco brushed off his robes and smiled politely at the quivering second-years who were stumbling over themselves in apology. Draco had a reputation among everyone- and it wasn't for being forgiving. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going! My bad, I'll see you later." Draco said calmly before he turned and walked away, leaving behind four shocked and relieved Hufflepuffs.

He dashed up two stairs at a time, simply enjoying his good mood. Thoughts about his trick on Ron and love potion brew were forgotten. All he could think about was Harry.

'Why haven't I stared into those green eyes yet? Their so vibrant and lush. And his hair...ruffled yet perfect, just like the rest of him!' Draco thought, continuing down a random hall, waving at passing students (who starred at him in wary confusion). He continued thinking about Harry and his flawless skin and muscled body and plump, kissable lips. And that famous scar that only made him sexier.

Eventually the time for sleep came and Draco found himself in the dungeons, slipping into the Slytherin common room easily. Inside was Blaise, Goyle and Crabbe, Daphne, two seven years he didn't know and Pansy. Pansy skipped over to him almost immediately, pulling him closer to her by his arm.

"Draco," She whined dramatically, starring up at him through mascara-covered eyelashes. "Where'd you go? You were supposed to meet me earlier..." She reached up and kissed him smoothly on the cheek. Draco recoiled immediately, shoving her away from him. She starred at him in surprise and anger.

"Drakey? What was that for?!"

"There's only one person I want snogging me, and that person isn't you."

His thoughts went back to Harry, all black haired, green eyed and beautiful. "Wha...who is this other girl?!" Pansy shrieked, glaring and pouting. "He," Draco emphasized, "Is the most beautiful person in the world!" Draco whispered dreamily.

"Hey, Malfoy, did you...er...finish the potion?" Turning, he pointed at Goyle. "What potion? It wasn't something cruel, was it?"

Blaise raised an eyebrow and walked over to Draco. "You alright, mate?" He turned to Blaise and smiled. "Blaise! You are such a good friend! Have I told you that? I'm sorry I haven't told you that." He grabbed Blaise by the shoulders and grinned, before spinning and going into his dorm room.

Once again he left a group of stunned students behind.

Draco woke up in the same good mood as before, and he got dressed cheerfully. His fellow Slytherins were already awake when he descended into the common room.

Narrowly avoiding Pansy's attempt to grab him, he left from the portrait, not bothering to see if the boys behind him would follow. Normally when Draco made his trip to the Great Hall there was an air around him that said, 'I am royalty, you're lucky to breath the same oxygen'.

This time, however, he didn't crowd the hall and cause students to hop out of the way. Draco stepped out of the way of everyone, smiled at every passing student and almost skipped across the smooth floor.

Once again his Slytherin friends were concerned. "Draco, you alright?" Blaise repeated, "Why're you so eager today?" "Harry Potter." Draco replied in an adoring tone. Even the two dunces were worried, and they shared a look with Blaise.

"Draco...why don't we take you to Madam Pompfry, you seem a bit-" But Blaise was cut off when they stopped in front of the Great Hall and Draco yelled out, "HARRY!"

Draco swiftly left his friends and bounced into a chair on the Gryffindor table, right in front of Harry Potter himself. The majority of Gryffindor had noticed, and they were starring. Harry leaned back in surprise, before his gaze darkened. "What do you want, Malfoy?" The green-eyed boy said coldly.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?" Draco started, ignoring Harry's question. "They're so pretty. Like emerald gems, and they sparkle." Draco had reached across the table and twirled a finger in one of Harry's black locks. "Woah! Your hair is even smoother than I imagined..." He exclaimed in awe.

By this time all Four Houses were starring at Draco. Knowledge of Malfoy's hatred toward Harry was well known, and no one was prepared for this.

"Malfoy, wh-what are you 'doing'?!" Harry sputtered, slapping away Draco's hand.

Draco starred at him like he was a piece of treasure. Then he got serious. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I was so terribly mean all that time, but you'll forgive me right?" His expression brightened, "Of course you will, Harry. You're so noble and kind and courageous and handsome."

The entire Great Hall was silent, everyone anxious to hear what was going on.

"Just what are you getting at, Malfoy?" Ron snapped, a bit of something that sounded like fear in his voice.

Draco turned and suddenly grabbed both of Ron's hands in his. "Ron, Ron I'm sorry to you too! You're not all that bad-" "Did you just call me Ron?!" "-I rather like your hair now that I'm looking at it."

Ron glanced at Harry with a look that said, 'He's gone bloody mental!' Draco out of nowhere grabbed Ron but the cheeks and pulled him so he was starring right into his eyes. "You don't like Harry, do you, Ron? Because Harry's mine and I'd hate to have to take you out of the pictur-"

Draco stopped mid-sentence as Crabbe and Goyle gripped him by the arms and started dragging him away. "Guyys," Draco whined. "I was talking to Harry! Where are we going? Bye Harry, I love you, BYE!" Draco called before the doors closed behind him.

Other: I'm definitely working on this, but updates won't be weekly or anything until later. I will be continuing this though, and working on it more than any other stories.