Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters in this do not belong to me, but to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling

WARNING: Slash! Homophobes, children, and those who will be offended by guy on guy action,I suggest you get friendly with your back button.

words denotes a thought or dream
Harry ran down the dimly lit corridor toward the door at the end, the torchlight flickering as he ran by. Harry stopped in front of the door to momentarily catch his breath. Pushing open the heavy oak door, he saw Draco, bound and gagged on the cold stone floor. There was blood matting his white blond hair, and Harry rushed toward him. He kneeled next to him, relief and anger welling up at the same time. Looking down at Draco, Harry could clearly see fear in Draco's chilling silver eyes. Harry felt the burning in his forehead increase to an excruciating pain and then….

Harry woke with a start; sitting straight up in bed, sweat poring down his body and his hand clutching his scar. It was the second time since returning to Hogwarts a week and a half ago that he had the dream. The first one had been after seeing Draco at the start of term feast. They weren't like the dreams last year, where he was seeing Voldemort's actions, they were more like warnings of what was to come. Why was he dreaming about saving Draco anyways? Everyone knew they hated each other. Draco's father was a Death eater who wanted to kill Harry for God sakes! How could they ever be anything but enemies?

Harry pulled open his bed hangings and saw that the sky was starting to lighten. He figured he might as well get up now. He walked to the foot of his bed quietly, opening his trunk and gathering his school robes so he could go wash up.

Harry walked into the Great Hall sometime later, sullen and dark eyed from lack of sleep. He sat in his normal seat across from Hermione and Ron.

"Are you ok Harry? You look like you are exhausted." Hermione said, concern in her eyes.

"Yeah, mate. You look like bloody hell!" Ron added.

"I'm fine. I just haven't been sleeping very well lately." Harry replied, picking at the waffle he had placed on his plate.

"Well, we have double Potions with the Slytherins first thing this morning," Hermione warned him, "I have a feeling that after Neville's mistake Friday, Snape will be particularly vindictive."

Harry smirked, remembering how the basilik venom that Neville had added too soon in his potion had burned through the bottom of the cauldron and then Snape's foot. Snape had deserved it; he had been intentionally breathing down Neville's neck, making him nervous.

Harry let his mind wander, ignoring Hermione's constant chatter about some new book she was reading, and barely remembered walking to the dungeons.

"Silence!" Snape bellowed as he walked into the dungeon and everyone immediately stopped talking. "Today, you will be working on an extremely difficult potion. This potion, called the Draught of Sleeping Death, can only be reversed with an equally difficult to brew antidote, which you will begin to brew next week, while your Draught of Sleeping Death is maturing. This is going to be a very long project, and you will be working very closely with the partners I assign you." Snape began to pair off students. He put Hermione with Blaise Zambini, Ron with Pansy Parkinson, and Harry with Draco Malfoy.

Harry groaned as he gathered his stuff to go sit next to Draco. This was going to be living Hell for the next two weeks. His life could not get any worse.

"Potter." Malfoy spat his name out like it tasted foul in his mouth

"Look, Malfoy, I don't want to fight with you for the nest two or three weeks. I just want to get through this without fucking it up to badly." Harry replied, tired of fighting with Draco during the day and having dreams of saving him during the night.

"Fine. Have it your way, Potter." Draco was slightly taken aback. Harry looked so sad, and so tired. Draco had the urge to reach out and smooth his forehead. \God NO! Not now. I have kept my attraction to him quiet for five years, and I will not give into it now/ Draco forced his mind back to the task at hand.

The rest of the class passed with both boys being relatively silent, each lost in thought. They worked well together when not fighting, and toward the end of the class, their potion was a deep, swirling scarlet.

"Very nice, boys." Snape remarked. "I knew if I put you with someone who knew the difference between a Draught of Peace and a simple sleeping potion that even you wouldn't be able to mess up, Potter." Harry felt the familiar anger bubbling up inside him. He had put just as much work into the potion as…

"Professor, to be fair, Harry did as much of the brewing as I did." Snape glared at Malfoy, not contradicting his favorite student. He stalked away towards Neville and Crabbe, whose potion had begun to emit a thick black smoke.

"I never thought I'd say this, but thanks." Harry said

"Don't mention it. Literally. I have a reputation of hating you and I don't want it getting out that I stood up for you."

Harry thought about this statement for a moment. "Do you? Hate me I mean?"

"As a matter of fact, not particularly." Draco replied, seeming just as puzzled by this revelation as Harry.

Harry opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by Snape. He gave them a foot on the effects of the Draught of Sleeping Death, to be completed together. The bell rang and Harry turned to gather his stuff.

"Do you want to meet in the library tonight? Around 7?" Draco asked.

"Sure, You know, Malfoy, when your not being a total git you not half bad." \Not to mention totally hot. WAIT! Did I just think that/

"Don't let it get around." Draco replied, smirking.

Harry met up with Hermione and Ron as they were exiting the Dungeon.

"You looked awfully chummy with Malfoy. What was that all about?" Ron asked.

"Just talking about the homework." Harry said nonchalantly, already wanting the day to be over.

I hope you guys like it! Please review. This is my first fanfic and constructive criticism is appreciated.

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