Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they are all owned by the one and only J.K Rowling. If I did happen to own Harry and Draco, I can assure you there would be a lot less fighting, and a lot more kissing...

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Chapter One – A Potions Disaster

Harry Potter was in a very bad mood. First off, his so-called best friend Ron Weasley had "forgotten" to wake him up that morning, and when Harry finally had woke up, he found all his roommates gone, and had fifteen minutes left before his first lesson of the day started. Which just so happened to be Double Potions with the Slytherins. Harry had jumped out of bed, got quickly dressed, not caring that his uniform was in a huge disarray, grabbed his books, and was whizzing through the common room and out through the portrait hole, all in the space of ten minutes. Maybe I'll make it to class on time after all, Harry thought hopefully while sprinting through the corridors down to the dungeons. But of course, being the-boy-who-lived, nothing ever went smoothly for poor Harry. Oh no. Hereby introducing the second thing to worsen his mood, who happened to go by the name of Draco Malfoy. Harry, who had been running fast enough to rival a Cheetah, hadn't noticed the other standing in the middle of the corridor until he was right on top of him. Literally. The two fell into a heap on the stone-tiled floor, body limbs entangled together, and items from their book bags sprawled around them.

"Potter!" Harry heard the form beneath him try to shout, although it was muffled, as his knee was jammed in said person's mouth. Harry groaned. He did not need this on a Monday morning, especially when he was running late. He moved his knee only slightly, but enough so that the other person's mouth was free.

"Potter! Would you mind getting OFF me?" Malfoy said irritably, trying to wriggle from underneath the body that was on top of him. Harry pulled himself up and gathered his school supplies, shoving them back into his bag, while Malfoy brushed off his robes and tried getting his normally perfect hair back to how it was, as it had become slightly less…perfect.

"You know Potter," Malfoy drawled, "You'd think with those big ugly glasses of yours, you'd be able to see where you're going. But apparently not."

Harry smirked. "You know Malfoy, you'd think with that over-sized head of yours, you wouldn't be able to fit it in through the door. But apparently, you can."

Malfoy just sneered, but said nothing.

"Running out of things to say, eh Malfoy?" Harry teased. "Loosing our touch are we?"

"For your information, Potter, I have plenty of things to say, I just choose not to waste my precious time talking to the likes of you,"

"It's not as if I take pleasure in talking to you, either. I take pleasure in seeing you hurt," Harry grinned wickedly, and Malfoy had to admit, it did not suit the Gryffindor one bit.

"So you're going to punch me right here in the middle of a corridor?" Malfoy asked, raising a perfect eyebrow.

Harry took a few steps forward, backing Malfoy into the wall. He raised his arm above his head, looking ready to swing a punch, but stopped half way. "Well, I would," started Harry. He looked at his watch. "But we're already 5 minutes late for class." And with those words, he backed away from Malfoy, and turned to make his way down to the Potions classroom.

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"You're late, Potter," Snape sneered as Harry entered the Potions classroom. "Twenty points from Gryffindor."

Harry groaned quietly and made his way to his seat beside Ron and Hermione, who gave him a sympathetic glance. Snape began his start-of-the-lesson lecture, and after about five minutes, the door once again creaked open to reveal Malfoy with his usual superior smirk in place. Once he had sat down in his seat next to Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, Snape stopped his lecture to question Malfoy. "You're late, Mr Malfoy."

"I'm sorry Professor, I was, er, temporarily detained." Malfoy said with ease. Snape looked at him suspiciously before saying "Yes, well, make sure it doesn't happen again." Harry's jaw dropped at Malfoy's lack of punishment. "That's so not fair!" he whispered to Ron once Snape had continued with his lecture. "How come Malfoy gets let off for everything?" Ron glared at Malfoy. "It's favouritism, innit?"

Harry silently agreed, and decided to tune out Snape and let his mind wander to anything except Potions. Harry was about to drop to sleep when his ears perked up at Snape's next words. "Today I will be assigning you partners and the potion you will be brewing is the rather complex Histethro Potion. I wonder, can anybody tell me the purpose of the Histethro?"

As usual, Hermione's hand shot in the air as fast as lightening, almost knocking Harry's glasses clean off his face. Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Yes, Miss Granger?" he asked resignedly.

"The Histethro Potion was given it's name in the late 15th century, and was discovered by a Wizard who had tried brewing a potion to transport himself to the future, but had somehow gone wrong, consequently giving him the ability to cast his mind into the past. If brewed correctly, the drinker of the Potion is able to have an insight look into the past of any chosen year, by swapping his or her mind with that of someone living in that certain time period for fifteen minutes. The person of the past will have no recollection of the incident after the fifteen minutes are up." Hermione looked proud of her answer and almost beamed when Snape said "That is correct," although it looked as if it took a lot of effort in praising her.

"Now you know what the potion is for. In your partners you will make it and test it at the end of the lesson, which should prove interesting." Snape said taking a second to glance at Neville, who gulped. "When I call out your name you will go and sit with your partner." He waved his wand at the blackboard and a long list appeared. "The ingredients and the method are on the board so I want NO excuses. Right then. Parkinson, you're with Granger. Zabini, with Weasley. Finnigan, Goyle. Thomas, Crabbe. Bullstrode, Longbottom. Potter with…" Snape gave an evil smirk, feeling amused for the torture he was to put Harry through. "Malfoy."

Harry groaned and dragged his bag, making his way to Malfoy's table.

"Let's just hope you don't fuck this one up as per usual, Potter," Malfoy drawled as Harry took his seat beside him. "Although you should feel lucky to have someone as skilled at Potions as myself for a partner. At least you'll get a pass for once."

Harry just gritted his teeth but said nothing, not willing to alert Snape and risk loosing further House points.

"Get the ingredients, Potter," Malfoy ordered leaning back on his chair, once Snape had finished assigning partners and was sat at his desk.

"What?" spluttered Harry. "I'm not getting the ingredients! You may get waited on hand and foot at home, but I for one do not take orders from you."

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Honestly Potter, you're such a prude. Just get the ingredients and I'll start setting up the cauldron." Harry huffed, but obeyed and went over to collect the ingredients needed for the potion, while Malfoy slowly and carefully set up the apparatus. Once Harry had returned, Malfoy had finished setting up, and so the two boys prepared and added the ingredients to the bubbling cauldron in silence, one of them only ever speaking every so often to voice an instruction.

"Right," Malfoy said after twenty minutes or so, adding the last ingredient (three spoonfuls of Lavender Essence). "That's it. We just have to wait another half an hour for it to brew." He gave the potion one last stir, then sat down in his seat, followed by Harry who sat in the one next to his. They sat in silence for half an hour, barely moving, and when the potion had finished, both were more than relieved to actually do something. Harry peered into the cauldron and eyed the colour of it, frowning slightly.

"Hey Malfoy, wasn't the potion supposed to be purple?" he asked.

"Not sure. What colour is it?"

"It's pink." Harry replied. "We must have done it wrong somehow."

Malfoy sighed. "Potter, I know you're absolutely useless at Potions, but I on the other hand am extremely talented at it. If it's pink then that must be what it's supposed to be like."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, eyeing Malfoy with uncertainty.

"Yes, Potter. If I've done it then it must be right," Malfoy said smugly, and dipped a Potion bottle into the cauldron, filling it to the top. Harry did the same with his bottle, and then both boys corked them before sticking on a label with their names on. Harry looked around the room to see how his friends were doing. Ron seemed to be having an unpleasant time with Blaise Zabini, Dean and Seamus were trying to get their partners Crabbe and Goyle to actually do something useful, Neville and Millicent Bullstrode were having a hard time stopping their cauldron's bubbles overflowing, and Hermione, to Harry's surprise, seemed to be getting along with Pansy Parkinson, although he knew neither would admit to it.

"Looks like we're ahead of the others," Harry said. "We'll just have to wait for them to finish so Snape can check our Potion."

Malfoy scoffed. "I don't think so," he said. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"So you think we should take the potion now, then?" he offered sarcastically.

"Exactly," Malfoy said proudly, missing Harry's sarcasm.

"Fine," Harry said shortly. "But you better not be wrong about this potion."

"Don't worry, Potter." Malfoy said while uncorking his bottle of the pink potion. "Trust me."

"Why have I got the feeling that's a bad idea?" Harry muttered quietly to himself, but still followed Malfoy's lead, uncorking his bottle as well.

"Well, here goes," Harry breathed. "After three, then?" The two boys looked at each other nervously. "One…Two…Three." They rested the bottle on their lips and downed half of the bottle's contents, then corked the bottle lids. The two sixteen-year-olds waited in anticipation for what was to come, and were slightly disappointed when after three minutes nothing had happened.

"It didn't work," Harry stated, plopping into his chair.

"No shit, Sherlock," Malfoy sneered sardonically.

"Hey don't blame me!" Harry snapped. "You're the one who said the potion would work!"

"I wasn't blaming you! I was just thanking you for stating the bloody obvious!" Malfoy shot back.

Harry was about to reply, when he abruptly felt a slight buzz inside his head. His vision suddenly went incredibly blurry and he felt himself spinning quickly on his chair. He didn't know if the same was happening to Malfoy, as he couldn't focus on anything except the spinning around him and the growing nausea he was feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was all too much at once, and Harry immediately saw everything go black.