A/n: My other Drarry
Disclaimer: I own nothing
"Have you seen this Harry?"
Harry walked over to where Ron, Hermione and a small group of other fourth years were stood. On the wall in front of them was a large piece of parchment with a picture of a mountain, and underneath were the words:
To all fourth, fifth and sixth years.
For the first time in 300 years, Hogwarts is arranging a school trip to the Alps for 2 weeks of skiing, hiking and muggle research.
You will be staying in log cabins, with roaring fires and fat marshmallows, but you will also have to be strong, a good team player and calm under pressure. You will be living as a muggle ie No wand or magic allowed.
If interested, please write your name underneath.
Cost: 12 Galleons
"What do you think?" Ron asked, "Would get us out of here for a while - away from Snape"
"I dunno - I'm not really a skiing sort of person" Harry replied
All around them, students were talking excitedly to each other. Fred and George were the first to write their names on the parchment, huge grins on their faces.
"Anything to get away from studying" George winked, before he and Fred walked off, closely followed by Angelina and Katie bell.
"Come on, Harry. We deserve a break don't we? And Hermione can teach us to ski - will be fun"
Harry raised his eyebrow and looked over at Hermione, "You can ski?" He asked, amazed.
"I told you - my parents take me skiing every year. I knew you didn't listen" She replied, throwing him a dirty glare.
"So, we're settled then?" Ron grinned, pulling a quill out of his pocket.
Harry sighed, resigned. "Ok, why not. It'll be nice to get away" He muttered, taking the quill from Ron and writing his own name on the parchment.
"Move out of the way Potty - Weasel" A voice drawled from behind them. Draco Malfoy stood in the corridor flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He strutted over to the sign and read it quickly before turning around, a smirk on his face.
"Potter - Why are you going? It says you have to be strong and work well under pressure - That's like the opposite of you isn't it?" He sneered, his steel grey eyes narrowed on Harry.
Harry clenched his fists, feeling his face going red. "At least I'm not a mommy's boy, Malfoy" He snarled.
Malfoy's eyes flashed dangerously, and Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward flexing their muscles.
"How dare you, Potter! I'll show you" He grabbed the quill out of Harry's hand, and wrote his name on the parchment, before turning round and stalking off, Crabbe and Goyle hot on his heels.
"Nice one, Harry" Ron smiled, patting him on the back. Hermione just glared at him, her eyebrows lost in her fringe. Harry shook his head at her and they both followed Ron into the Great Hall. Ron didn't know about Harry being gay - but Hermione did. She also knew who Harry wanted.
They sat down at the Gryffindor table and Ron pulled a large plate of sausages towards him, moaning happily at the sight of them. Harry couldn't eat, he could feel Hermione's eyes boring into him, and had to get out of the room. Quickly.
He stood up hastily, swinging his bag onto his shoulder, " I just forgot - I have um - homework" and with that he swung his leg over the bench and headed towards the Entrance Hall. He could hear footsteps behind him, but didn't slow up. He didn't need a lecture now, he just wanted to go somewhere quiet and clear his head.
Someone grabbed his arm, and he felt himself being swung round. His eyes landed on a bushy head, and fiery brown eyes glaring at him. If looks could kill, he thought to himself.
"What is it Hermione?" He muttered irritably.
"What was that all about?" She whispered angrily, pulling Harry to one side as a group of students walked past, eyeing them curiously.
"What was what all about?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Harry Potter. Why were you winding Malfoy up?"
Harry glared at her, "He started it - remember?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, sighing in annoyance. "You two are as bad as each other - you know that?"
"That's really insulting Hermione - I'm nothing like that blonde git" Harry muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"You like him though - Even if you didn't tell me, it would be so obvious. The way you look at him, like you just want to pounce on him and do it in the middle of the entrance hall"
Harry swallowed, trying not to think about Malfoy lying underneath him, moaning his name. He could feel his stomach tingling, and he suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable. Hermione was watching him with a satisfied expression on her face.
He glared at her, "What am I meant to do Hermione?"
"Tell him"
Harry looked into her eyes, looking for any sign of laughter, any sign of those words just being a joke. No seriousness behind them, but he couldn't find it.
"You are kidding, and make him hate me more?" Harry snarled.
"Well you can't stay like this forever - and the way you look at him, he's going to figure it out sooner or later" She replied, before turning and walking back down the corridor towards the Great Hall, leaving Harry alone and confused.
X_X_X
Potions was Harry's worst subject, and the fact that Malfoy was in them didn't help. Especially not after their encounter earlier on in the Entrance Hall. On the plus side, Hermione was talking to him normally again, for which Harry was glad. He didn't need more problems at the moment.
They made their way to the back of the classroom, and Harry sat between Ron and Hermione. He could see Malfoy's blond head out of the corner of his eye and felt his stomach tingle and flutter again. He swallowed and turned his head, so that the blonde head was hidden from view.
"Quiet" Snape drawled, "Today we will be doing love potions - you will work in pairs, and then at the end of the lesson, you will be testing the potion on each other to see if it works, and how well. Now, I want to split the group up a bit, to make the results more - ah - interesting"
He smirked, his eyes landing on Harry, who didn't like where this was going.
"I have made a list of the pairs. Granger, you are with Parkinson. Weasley, you go with Blaise. Finnagin, with Goyle. Thomas, with Crabbe. Potter -" He paused, his eyes lingering on Harry, and his lip curling in a satisfied smirk. "With Malfoy. Go"
Harry exchanged a nervous look with Hermione, before getting up and moving over to Malfoy's table. He pulled out his potions book, and quickly found the correct page, before walking over to the supply cupboard. Hermione was already there, lingering over the ingredients and Harry went to stand next to her.
"Hermione, what am I going to do?" He muttered, pretending to look for powdered lacewing.
"Don't worry - it's a love potion. It will make everyone in this class love each other. Malfoy won't suspect a thing - just don't do anything - stupid" She murmured, watching him carefully.
"What do you mean by that?" Harry said. He cast a quick glance at Snape, who was busy bullying Neville.
"Well, don't go snogging him" Hermione replied, a small smile on her face.
"Would I do that?"
"Quite frankly, Harry, Yes. You would" She whispered, giving him a strange look.
"Granger. Potter. Out. Now. You can get all lovey later!" Snape snapped, causing both Harry and Hermione to jump. Hermione hurried back to her table, her arms full of ingredients.
Harry made his way back to Malfoy's table, and dropped the ingredients on to his book. He turned to face Malfoy, who was still sat down, twirling his wand between his fingers.
"Are you going to help?" Harry muttered irritably.
Malfoy shook his head, smirking.
"Fine" Harry snapped. He began to cut all the ingredients, making sure they were the correct size and shape, then dropped them into the cauldron at correct intervals.
A loud bang from behind them shook the tables, and Harry spun round to see Seamus, his face blackened and his hair on end. His cauldron had turned into a black liquid, and was slowly sliding down the table leg. Goyle grunted and jumped out of the way, as the black goo dripped onto the floor.
"Idiot boy!" Snape snarled, waving his wand and causing the liquid to vanish. "Granger, take this imbecile to the hospital wing"
Hermione grabbed Seamus's arm and pulled him out of the room. The rest of the class started to laugh until Snape glared at them.
"If you think it's funny, you can leave. Now get back to work!" He snapped.
Harry turned back towards his own cauldron, which was now a light pink colour. He added the last ingredient and watched as the cauldron changed to a deep red, he felt proud. For once he hadn't messed up a potion.
"Times up. Now we shall test the potions. Who shall start? Potter and Malfoy, yes that will be interesting" Snape drawled, walking over to Malfoy's table.
He pulled out a small tube and dipped it into the potion, before handing it to Malfoy.
Harry held his breath, half of him excited and half of him nervous. He watched as Malfoy swallowed the potion, his grey eyes resting on Harry's. Harry could see him biting his bottom lip, and felt himself becoming hot. Malfoy was looking at him with such intensity that he couldn't look away, he didn't want too. He wanted to kiss those thin lips, feel Malfoy's warmth against his.
The next thing he knew, both he and Malfoy were on the floor, lips pressed together.
