His eyes seemed to survey him through the room, and as the light hit them, Harry could swear that he'd never seen anything such as glorious as them. The sneer was fixed on his expression, however Harry had long since given up on his countless attempts to understand it. He had no idea how we felt about him - Draco had never been the one to portray such emotion in public, and as they were from two completely different houses, the two were segregated completely. Hidden glimpses across the Great Hall at dinner were frequent, so frequent in fact, that a profound amount of students had already picked up on them, so rumours were soon spread around the school that Harry and Draco were bitter enemies. Neither Harry nor Draco did anything but to encourage these rumours, because for Harry personally, hating Draco meant more of an excuse to see him and to spend time with him, to look into those eyes once more. However nowadays he wasn't even sure if Draco really did hate me or not. You see, they had no time in private. The connection that they had was surely pronounced every time they were in the same room, the silent yearning, but still no time alone. If only their was a way - no matter how small the time, for them to have some frequent time alone, for them to speak together without having to argue or to fight. Suddenly, it hit him. The answer seemed to have thrown itself into his brain, ready made without any form of growth: Polyjuice Potion.

The simple fact that Polyjuice Potion was a very complicated Potion and took three months to make didn't seem to bother Harry much, as his mind brew the idea steadily. Draco's glorious blue eyes moved from his, as Vincent Crabbe started to make a conversation. Harry still held his steadily towards the Slytherin table, and soon enough, he saw Draco laugh and point at Harry, before grabbing his Goblet of Pumpkin Juice and motioning drooling. Harry looked down and indeed saw the wet patches on his robes. 'Merlin!' thought Harry, as he grabbed a napkin and started to dab at the patch. 'I should really watch out when I'm looking into those eyes…'

Gregory Goyle proceeded to roar with laughter at the impression, before Draco stopped and turned to Harry, winking at him. Harry grinned at the sight, and Harry and Draco had a moment of happiness before it was, regrettably, ruined by Hermione Granger.

"Harry… Harry?" she said, before waving a hand over Harry's glasses, and bringing him back to his senses. "Why are you staring at Malfoy?" she asked, as Harry turned and looked at her, hurrying for an excuse.

"Nothing, he was laughing at me because I spilled my Pumpkin Juice…" he said feebly, knowing the excuse sounded flimsy.

"Just ignore him Harry, he's not worth it …""-Hermione, do you still have any Polyjuice Potion?" Harry interrupted, and Hermione looked flabbergasted.

"Polyjuice Potion? Harry that's a complex Potion…" she said.

"I know, but we used some in our Second Year, and their was a lot of Potion for just three people." Harry said exasperatedly, hoping against all hope that some of the batch remained."But that was different Harry, we were trying to find out important information." said Hermione, looking around the Great Hall in an attempt to see whether anybody else was close enough to overhear them. Ron wasn't sitting with them, which was a rarity, for he was today sitting with Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom, celebrating his first win at Quidditch. Harry was glad that Ron had taken today to depart them, for he could never feel comfortable portraying his true feelings to him, and Ron deserved to enjoy his time being the centre of attention.

"Well, so am I." concluded Harry, looking Hermione straight on in the eye, though he knew that he was lying. It wasn't really so important to anybody else other than to him, or hopefully to Draco."Why do you want it?" asked Hermione smoothly. "I can help.""You're just going to have to trust me." said Harry, and Hermione sighed.

"Okay, I'll give you some tonight in the Common Room. I'll meet you after Ron's gone to sleep, and I'll fill up a flask." said Hermione, smiling slightly, and Harry turned away guiltily.

"Thanks, Hermione." he said, hating the fact that he was technically lying to her and betraying her trust, for she was his best friend; but all the feeling seemed to leave as he looked at Draco. He knew that to carry out the plan would be worth it eventually.

The rest of the day seemed to pass like a blur as Harry's mind ticked through the plan hourly, like clockwork in his head. Over and over, the same pictures in his mind until the time for Potions class arrived. Harry walked from Charms with his best friends Ron and Hermione, and as they scoured the corridor's, he could feel the other two giving him strange looks. He wasn't sure whether Hermione had told Ron yet about his request, but he had never told Hermione to keep it a secret from him, so he had no form of excuse to be angry at her. The three arrived in the class and sat down in their designated seats, barely minutes before Professor Severus Snape stalked into the room, bat like and menacing as per usual. Harry couldn't help but snigger as he saw him, for he knew what was to occur next. Ron, Hermione and many Slytherin's turned and stared at him as he snorted, but luckily Snape didn't witness or hear it. He turned with his cloak, and stared at the students all in one, like a predator with his prey.

Moving like an eagle, he started to circle the class.

"Put your wand away, Miss Parkinson, I trust you do not want me to repeat the rules I told all of you in your first lesson of this class. Their shall be no foolish wand waving." he said, as he turned and saw a Slytherin Girl with a pug-like face pointing her wand. Pansy scowled and put her wand back into her robes, and Draco turned and smirked at her. Harry gasped as he first saw his face - he hadn't bargained on seeing him like that, so unexpectedly .But their he was, sitting next to Pansy Parkinson instead of in the middle of Crabbe and Goyle as per usual.

The plan was going to be easier than he thought.

His aim, of course, was to annoy Snape. That in itself wasn't very hard, but he wanted to get moved next to Pansy Parkinson. It was common knowledge to most people that Draco and Pansy were incredibly close, and if their was anybody that Harry wanted to change into through the Polyjuice Potion, it was Pansy. Not because she was very pretty (in fact, Pansy was the most vulgar looking girl that Harry had ever had the displeasure to view), but because it would be the perfect disguise for him to get time alone with Draco, and really, if all went to plan, nobody would bat an eyelid if they spent some… extra time together. Harry gulped at the thought, and turned to look Snape dead in the eye.

"What are you staring at, Potter?" said Snape softly, glaring at him.

"Nothing, Sir."

"You'd better hope it is nothing, Potter." scowled Snape. "Because nothing can't give you detention."

"No, but it would probably teach a better lesson than you." said Harry smoothly, trying desperately not to look into Snape's eyes, for Snape sometimes gave the impression he could read minds."Malfoy, get up, come sit next to Granger. Potter, sit next to Miss Parkinson." said Snape. Harry gave Hermione an apologetic look, as he stood up, packed up his things, and moved them across the room to where Pansy sat. As he past, he bumped shoulders with Draco accidentally; it felt like a surge of electricity was soaring through him, but he fought against the reaction to smile to himself, instead keeping his scowl firmly set upon his face as he sat next to Pansy.

Quickly, Harry extracted a flask from his pocket, and whilst Pansy wasn't looking, swiped one of the black hairs from on the side of her robes. He placed the hair into the flask and put it firmly back into his pocket, finally allowing himself a grin. It was worth having to sit next to the most disgusting female in the universe, for the times that he knew were to come.

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.