Okay, so it's not that bad. Harry argued with himself. It was a simple potion they had to brew, just this once and all would be well. Harry Potter, The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, was in internal conflict with himself. He had been late to Advanced Potions due to an oversleeping issue he would really need to confront, but now was not the time. Because now, there was a bigger issue at hand. Snape was glaring leeringly at his only late student, who has yet to even realize Snape's glare. Oh no, that was another thing on Harry's Deal With Later list. His current problem was that there was only one seat left, and said seat was next to one Draco Bloody Malfoy. The blonde was laughing at something one of his Slytherin friends had said, and was completely unaware of Harry's staring.

"I'm glad you could join us, Potter." Snape drawled once he realized Harry wasn't going to snap out of his daze anytime soon. Harry's eyes snapped to his Professor, who he still couldn't believe was alive-and because of his quick thinking, nonetheless. Of course, not much changed in their actions towards each other. Snape is and always will be a git to Harry, even if Snape had underlying meanings behind his cruelness.

"Five points from Gryffindor. And sit before I decide to deduct more." He sneered, which caused Harry to quickly make his way to his seat next to Malfoy, who seemed too amused at Harry's predicament. At least, until he realized he would be working with Harry on a potion. The horror that came on Malfoy's face in realization almost made Harry snicker. Almost.

"Please do take note of who you are sitting next to, because they will be your partner for this class for the rest of the year." Snape stated in a slow manner, which arose many protests around the room. Blaise was glaring at Neville, who simply looked miserable. He had no other choice than to sit with either Malfoy or Zabini, and Zabini had seemed to be the best bet. But oh, how Neville had been wrong. Pansy and Hermione were bickering about who would be the one to actually do the work, neither wanting the other to do their work for them and have the risk of sabotage hanging over them. There were a few pairs of Slytherins who seemed pleased. Then there was Draco and Harry. Draco was outraged, being stuck with incompetent Potter for an entire year as a potions partner. He'd get a Dreadful for sure. However, Harry was absolutely silent. That had confused Snape the most. He figured the hot headed Gryffindor would be pulling his hair out at the idea of being anywhere near his godson for a whole school year-but he simply remained quiet.

"Cease your irrational outbursts at once. I will not change my mind, you are not to trade partners." Snape stated with a finality that had everyone shutting up. He glanced around the room before seeming satisfied.

"Turn to page 265." He demanded, tapping the board with his wand and neat, white writing appeared on it.

"Today, we will be brewing a weaker version of the love potion known as Amortentia." Many murmurs erupted around the room, causing Snape to sneer. One hand shot up.

"But Professor, isn't Amortentia illegal?" Hermione asked, not flinching when Snape turned his glaring into her.

"Yes it is, Granger. However, weaker love potions are not illegal. The Weasley twins sell many of those, if I do recall correctly." Snape drawled, and Hermione blushed at her mistake. Hermione began scribbling furious, her head down low.

"Now that we've gotten past all of the unnecessary questions, the ingredients and instructions are on the board. You will be testing these potions, so you better make sure you do them correctly. The potion will be effective for an hour. Begin."

All of the students wrote down the ingredients and instructions quickly, then began to bicker about who would be brewing and who would be drinking. Harry glanced over at Malfoy and sighed dejectedly.

"I'll get the ingredients." He muttered, knowing there was no point in arguing with his nemesis over who did what. Harry managed to find the ingredients quickly, despite the other wizards and witches in his way. He came back with them all in hand, placing them onto the table as he sat down.

"Potter, what has gotten into you today? You're like a house elf." Malfoy sneered, but Harry raised an eyebrow up at his potions partner in slight amusement.

"I'm sure you'd like that, Malfoy, but I'd rather get this over with than argue about it. We both know the outcome if we argue-I get house points taken away, my temper blows out of control, and you still get the job." Harry replied, grabbing the pearls and easily crushing them into dust.

Malfoy gaped at his potions partner for a moment, although he would argue that he stared incredulously, because Malfoy's do not gape. The two fell into a quiet lull of chopping, crushing, and stirring. Harry's nerves continued to grow on edge, as he was unsure of how his drinking the potion would go. He had time to think over the summer at the Dursley's, and he had quickly discovered reasons behind his obsession with Malfoy. The bloke was hot. And he was very much attracted to him. As he thought about it, he had continued to discover that he not only thought he was hot, but witty and willing to hold his own.

"-er. Potter!" Malfoy snapped, pulling Harry from his thoughts. "What?" He muttered, unable to meet his rivals eye and keep his blush down at the same time. "Drop the sliced bat wings in." He ground out quietly, and Harry quickly did as told. Malfoy stirred the potion four times clockwise, and the potion turned a pleasant pearl color. Malfoy looked satisfied, while Harry simple looked sick. He was terrified, because he knew if he took the potion, he'd be made fun of the rest of the year. He wouldn't mind, if he wasn't in love with the bloody git.

Harry watched as Snape nodded at their potion, Malfoy ladled it into a flask, and proceeded to hand it to Harry. Harry inhaled a shaky breath, and downed the potion. He winced at the taste, but at least the smell was pleasant. Pine, magic, a hint of honey, and cinnamon. All things associated with Draco Malfoy. He glanced at the man of his infatuation, curious that he wasn't feeling any different than normal. He just felt the same longing for the pale Slytherin next to him.

"Well, Potter?" He sneered, and Harry shrugged. "Nothing." He muttered, and Malfoy looked positively pissed. "Nothing? You must have screwed it up. I did everything perfectly." He stated angrily, and Snape gave Harry a curious look. The only student he would know to read the introductions of each chapter would be Granger, and she was currently too infatuated with Blaise Zabini to pick up on her friend's dilemma. The potion had not worked on Harry Potter, meaning one thing.

He was already in love with Draco Malfoy.