Chapter One: The Discovery and the Start of the Experimental Process

Potter and Malfoy are studying in the library. Malfoy's head is buried in a book, while Potter is obviously contemplating something and keeps glancing at Malfoy. Here's the following conversation…

'Malfoy?'

'Yes?'

'Nothing.'

'…' ((goes back to studying))

'…'

'…'

'Malfoy?'

((a bit irritated)) 'Yes?'

'Nothing.'

'…' ((gives Potter a glare and eventually tilts head back down towards homework))

'…'

'…'

'…'

'…'

'Malfoy?'

'WHAT?' ((quite a bit wide eyed and mad looking (the crazy kind) by this point))

'…Nothing.'

'… ((grumble))…' ((humph))

'…'

'…'

'…'

'…'

'… Malf-'

'Potter, if you say my name one more time- you're toast.' ((deadpan and apparently quite serious))

'Oh.'

'Yes. Oh.'

'…'

'…'

'…'

'What did you want anyhow?'

'Just this.'

And with that, Potter leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Malfoy's lips.

'Oh.'

'Yeah.'

'Hmm.'

'Hmm?'

'I suppose we should address each other by our first names now… Now that we've… we're… Well, what shall we tell our parents? I mean, this will be catastrophic news to them. We can't just blurt it out. What should we say?'

'Mores the question, when do we tell them?'

'I don't know. This is all so very… wow.'

'Yeah.'

'Did you know I've liked you since second year?'

'Really? I started secretly liking you ever since I've known you.'

'It feels like it's been forever.'

'Mmhmm.'

'So what are we going to do? What do we tell our Houses?'

'We don't have to tell them I suppose.'

'What do we tell my dad?'

'That we're definitely not doing for a while. If we have to tell them sometime, we have to make sure that we at least have some seniority type thing that tells them that this is serious and that we've been dating for this long, so there's no way that this is just a fling.'

'Oh. That's true.'

'I'd rather not have him kill me on the spot.'

'That would be a problem.'

'Sooo… Hogsmeade with me Saturday? Honeydukes, Flourish and Botts (for you, because I know that's where you usually go), Quidditch supply store (I need a new practice Snitch- my old one's wearing out), and Three Broomsticks for butterbeer?'

'Sure, but just make sure to meet me near the Shrieking Shack and not right outside the Great Hall. It'll make getting away from our friends easier.'

'Okay. I pay on Saturday.'

'No, we go Dutch.'

'But Malfoy….'

'What?'

'I want it to be special.'

'Yes, but it already is going to be special because I'll be with you. And since we both know that we can afford a day on the town, let's just go Dutch.'

'Fine. But someday, I'll pay.'

'If you say so.'

'Stubborn.'

'Ditsy.'

'Ditsy? Who calls anyone ditsy anymore? Does your mother use that word?

'No. But she has a better vocabulary than I do. She uses big words…'

'((laughs))'

'Don't laugh at me. Very few people can laugh at a Malfoy and live to tell what happened next.'

'Is that a family saying? It has the ring of a family saying.'

'It's a semi new family saying. My mother started it when someone laughed at her when Father called her intelligent. Boy, that was one big cat fight, let me tell you.'

'Oh… doesn't quite know what to say…… Well, now that we've come to the conclusion that this next Saturday, we're going to Hogsmeade together, I think we better go back to studying for the test. sighs How I hate Snape. I think he hates me. No, that was a dumb statement. I know he hates me.'

'Uncle Snape doesn't hate you. And Potions are the world's easiest subject.'

'For you!'

'For the rest of the Slytherins, too. And quite a few Ravenclaws agree with me.'

'((sigh))'

'Aww, you poor baby… Let me make it better…'

And with that, Charms homework and the upcoming Potions test were forgotten.