Draco Malfoy was set upon one of the large stone benches that lined the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. He was pillared by Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. He was tossing a vibrant green apple softly between his two pale hands, and staring absentmindedly at nothing in particular. He was quite drowsy. from spending an extra long and frusterating night cabinet mending, and was therefore not at all looking forward to his morning Potion's class. Something quite as green as his juicy apple caught his eye from across the room, and he switched his gaze quickly and peered down into his lap. "Bloody, Potter," he muttered to himself.

"Hm?" Came a female voice to his right.

"Nothing Pans. C'mon, let's go to class."

"But it doesn't start for another-"

"Let's just go."

Draco chanced another glance around, and found out very quickly that he shouldn't have done so. Potter was very skillfully twirling a banana between his lips. 'Oh, that boy.'

"Malfoy was staring at you all through breakfast, mate," Ron said, upon reaching the door that lead to potions.

"Oh, he was not."

"He was, actually. It was a bit odd." Hermione said , coming up behind the two with Neville in tow.

"What did I do you anger him this time?"

"Well, he didn't exactly look angery, did he Ron?"

Ron shook his head, and the four Gyrffindor's entered the dim classroom.

"What did he look, then?" Harry would have asked if Draco himself hadn't been standing right on the other side of the now backward swinging door. The platinum haired boy, upon spotting Harry, took on a very odd sort of expression indeed.

"Harry," the boy said, with a small nod, as the Gryffindor's passed.

"Did he just use your first name, Harry?" Asked Neville once they were out of Draco's earshot.

"I do believe so." Harry said.

Ron and Hermione exchange glances.

Draco Malfoy took his usual potion's seat, and Professor Slughorn came bouncing into the classroom.

"Good moring, ladies and gents.." Slughorn began.

"What's that you've got in your pocket, Blaise?" Draco asked.

Six or seven decent sized lumps could be seen through the fabric of his robes.

"Muffins," the boy with the darker complexion said. It came out in a muffled sort of way for his cheeks were stuffed with the cakey stuff and a dozen or so little purple berries.

Draco shrugged. "Well let me get one then."

Blaise extracted a muffin from his pocket and set it on the table before Draco. But it was quickly forgotten. Almost every student in the room ceased their discussion and began to focus on Slughorn's little speech, for he had mention what sounded an awful lot like, 'today we will be making a love potion,' several jaws dropped, "it's mild, mind you, not terribly strong. But very long lasting."

A love potion? The six years had yet to make a love potion. Magical, or not magical, these students were teenagers; if love potions began to regularly float about, it would surly mean disaster.

"These potions are not to leave this class, mind you." Slughorn spoke over the newly formed commotion. "No, no. This lesson is merely for experience sake. You will find that I have written to instructions of the board. You may proceed."

Predictably the students set off at once. Soon the air was full of a pinkish mist, and an oddly sweet sent, if this had been a video game, pink hearts would be floating all around.

Harry's potion was coming around rather swimmingly, and he had to admit that he felt a bit foolish.

"Me, as well." Ron said, when Harry told him this. But Ron wasn't receiving all of the overly obvious stares that Harry could feel from every direction.

"Well, what do you expect mate? The Chosen One, brewing a love potion. Just about every girl in the room is getting her hopes up."

But it wasn't the girls' stares that would putting Harry on edge. Not at all. The eyes that Harry couldn't shake off, were a slate gray pair, defiantly male.

Class ended quite abruptly, for Slughorn set to vanishing the potions after catching Romilda Vane trying to smuggle a bit of hers into an empty blue perfume bottle. Slughorn hurriedly ran around the classroom waving his wand over each cauldron. But when he got to Draco's he accidentally bumped the pot with his round belly and sent the contents spilling over the table and onto the floor.

"Sorry, m'boy," he said, cleaning the mess.

What he didn't notice, however, was that he had spilled the potion over the pocket muffin Blaise had given to Draco. No one else noticed this either.

Disappointed, and a bit sour faced, the Slytherins and Gryffindors exited the classroom.

"Harry, could you hang back for a moment. I have something of yours."

"I'll meet you in the common room," Harry said, to Ron and Hermione before turning heel and heading back towards the center of the room.

"Let me go and get it. It'll only take a moment." Slughorn disappeared into his office, and Harry took the nearest seat. When he sat down, he noticed a particularly yummy looking muffin set on the table before him. His stomach growled at its scrumptiousness. Another student must have left it behind. Harry figured he might as well take a nibble or two, since he was stuck here anyway. What harm could it do?

More to come, if I get a decent number of reviews.

As always, I love to take suggestions.

Ah, Drarry. I, personally, am looking forward to some DracocHarry snogging, (maybe more,) in following chapters, so review, review, review.

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