A/N – Warning this results in mpreg if that offends you then don't waste your time reading, simple as :) Do review people please! x
When Love and Hate Collide II
Chapter 1 – Buttonz
Malfoy picked up the pace; beside him Harry did the same. They were both running flat out to get to Potions on time, if they were late again well the consequences just didn't bear thinking about. Snape had already given them detention and made it absolutely clear that Malfoy was not his number one student anymore.
Regardless of how fast they ran they were still late and managed to slip into the back of the class without being noticed. They both held their breath but Snape didn't say anything, in fact he pretended not to notice. It wasn't their fault they were always late…if potions wasn't the first lesson of the day then they wouldn't be late for it.
"As I was saying," Snape said icily and his eyes skimmed over the two boys. Malfoy and Harry rolled their eyes; had they really thought they could get away with it? "Fertility potions although are common are extremely hard to concoct, therefore the Education department at the Ministry have decided to add this potion to the syllabus. This decision was made because 1. the potion will test your abilities to the extreme and 2. because many of you will use this particular potion when you decide to start a family." He waved his wand and the instructions appeared on the board, "You may wish to consult your relevant texts before you proceed," Snape advised, "Oh and detention tonight for Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter." They both sighed but continued with their work. Harry looked up at Malfoy who smiled at him darkly…detention was worth it.
Snape wasn't lying when he said that this was one of the hardest potions they had ever made and it was clear that by the end of the lesson they would be spending much more time on it. Not even Hermione had managed to come close to making a perfect potion it appeared that she had skipped concentrating on her own potion in favour of muttering instructions to Ron, with the end result of them both unable to produce a decent potion. "You will all leave a vial of your potions on my desk so I may mark them at my leisure. Tomorrow I shall point out your faults and you shall work to improve them, dismissed," Snape barked at them all, "Malfoy and Potter remember your detention. Be here at eight on time or you shall be serving detention with me every night this week." Draco and Harry mumbled a 'yes sir' as they dropped their labelled potions into the box on his desk and retreated with the rest of the students who filed towards the Great Hall for food.
Since it had become official that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were an item and they didn't care what the others thought of them the rumours and slanderous whispers had stopped. Malfoy was still an outcast to the Slytheryns but in as much as now they just declined to talk to him rather than actively persecute him. Harry and Ron appeared to have made up in as much as Ron could hold a conversation with him, but their friendship had been thrown by Harry's reluctance to come out to his friend.
They parted ways and took their seats at their respective tables but even then they could face each other from across the Hall. Hermione and Ron had become accustomed to this but only after a major argument. Ron had exploded in the Common Room (again) over Harry making him and Hermione feel uncomfortable. They were willing to accept that he was gay, that was something they could not change nor would want to if their friend was happy…however Ron did not appreciate Harry flaunting his relationship in their faces. To which Harry had replied rather calmly that he had had to put up with Ron and Hermione with their faces glued together the majority of the time and so won the argument with Ron reluctantly allowing the gestures across the dinner table aimed at the blond behind him. It bothered him but now he was not so stupid to tell Harry that.
They didn't get to see each other until detention that night. Snape had already set up the front desk to hold a mixture of different plants which Harry couldn't help but notice were poisonous. Snape was waiting for them, his eyes fixed on an ornament in the corner that kept the time. They both decided to arrive ten minutes earlier just so there was no chance Snape could have accused them of being late. Unfortunately they only added ten minutes to their detention and being early did not lighten his mood.
"Here are three varieties of Lindon-root," he gestured carelessly to the table and moved to his own desk where the potions their class had prepared earlier were lined up ready to be marked. "You will identify them and separate them. No mistakes and no talking," he hissed and returned to his seat where he began to examine each potion individually.
Harry and Malfoy settled into a dull routine of sniffing each individual plant and by the scent they managed to separate them. They were true to their order and did not speak to each other…the occasional brush of their hands as they sorted the roots out was enough to sustain them.
"Mr Malfoy," Snape called from the desk after an hour of sorting the roots, "Come here." Malfoy stepped up to the desk. Snape held out his potion out to him, "Smell that," Malfoy did what he was told but instantly regretted it as the overwhelming smell of mint overpowered his sense of smell and made his eyes water. He spluttered and stepped back, he felt as though the inside of his nostrils were on fire. "Does that smell "pleasantly and vaguely of peppermint?" the Professor asked. Malfoy could only manage to shake his head. He was clutching his nose; every intake of breath made them sting. "Your potion is so strong that I'd wager the fumes alone would impregnate your future lover…that is if you had any inclination to stat a family," is eyes flickered towards Harry for the briefest of moments before he stood up, "You may leave it there for tonight. I trust you both to be on time for my lessons in the future, understand?"
"Yes sir," Harry mumbled, Draco was still unable to say anything. They both picked up their bags and left the class, Draco stumbled along, still blinded by his own potion. The effects started wearing off by the time they left the dungeons and Harry pulled him into a secret passage.
"Ow my nose really hurts," Malfoy cursed, still unable to shake the burning feeling from within it. Harry pressed his lips lightly to Malfoy's nose and then down to his lips. Malfoy smiled and lost himself into Harry's embrace. Malfoy started leaving small kisses down Harry's neck now that he had decided that the pain wasn't so bad that he couldn't do other things. Harry moaned slightly and fell back against the wall, "Draco," he said, his voice catching somewhere in his throat, "Not here…" he was ever aware of their proximity to the corridor with only a hanging tapestry to hide them. If anyone wanted a shortcut then they would walk straight into this little love scene which as well as being exceptionally embarrassing for all concerned would probably also result in yet more detentions…but that didn't seem to deter Draco. He knew exactly how to play Harry, he started biting his neck lightly whilst his hand stroked one side of his body. Then he shrugged, "You're right," and pulled away. Then as he turned to leave the younger boy pulled him back and forcing him back against the wall claimed his mouth with his own…just as Draco knew he would.
TBC