A/N. Thanks, again, to HogwartsApprentice. Please go check out the collabs I've done with her on her account! If you don't laugh, I'll eat my hat.
Also, I'll try to put a bit more action into the next chapter, if you guys want ;D

Disclaimer: I, most unfortunately, do not own Harry Potter or any characters in this fanfiction.

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"Ah, young love."

"Talking to yourself again, Albus? You should find yourself a partner! It has been much too long. Have you even been on a date since Grindlewald?"

The Albus Pervical Wulfric Brian Dumbledore in question, however, just chuckled at the portrait of Professor Dippet.

"Armando, I have been much too busy. Besides, it brings me great joy to watch the students fall in love during their teenage years."

"You paedophile!" squealed an old woman from one of the portraits, her eyes widening and her hands waving all over the place. "I knew we shouldn't have let a homosexual man become headmaster-"

The portrait of Ambrosus Swott interrupted. "That's enough, Phyllida. Albus is an outstanding headmaster, and you know it."

Albus smiled softly at the compliment, but nevertheless tuned out the squabbling portraits. Instead, he walked over to the fireplace and grasped a handful of Floo Powder. He needed to talk to Severus.

Perhaps the Potions Master might not be adverse to a little, ahem, match making.

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Theo grinned at Draco. They were in the Slytherin Common Room, in front of the fireplace, and opposite Theo was one of his best friends unknowingly confirming his ironic crush on the one and only golden boy.

Unbeknownst to both Draco and Harry, Theo had shipped them together long before getting to know them both. Drarry, Theo had decided to call them. Their arguments just screamed sexual tension; not to mention, they looked utterly cute together.

Right from first year, when Harry rejected Draco's handshake and ultimately friendship in general, the blonde couldn't stop talking about him. Not necessarily in a good way, of course, but Theo swore it was borderline obsession. This only increased, year after year, until Theo decided he could definitely call it 'obsession' when not a day went by without hearing something that had happened to do with "Potter".

Theo finally realised that he couldn't trust the two hot-headed seekers to figure something out by themselves. Although many wondered why he had been put in the house of snakes rather than badgers, Theo had rather a devious way of thinking when he put his mind to it. And now was the perfect time to do just that.

That day in Charms class? When they just so happened to have an assignment and neither Harry nor Theo had someone to work with? Totally coincidental.

And how Harry found out that Draco wasn't 'evil'? And learnt a bit about his backstory? That topic just randomly came up into conversation.

And how Theo convinced – sorry, helped - Harry to realise about his bisexuality?

Yeah, that was definitely not set up for during weeks of subtle inclinations and backhanded comments. Definitely not.

"… and then my stomach felt like an overpowered Tickling Hex had been sent straight at it…"

But it was, and still is, worth it. The smirk on Theo's face was one of satisfaction.

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Hermione walked in to the Great Hall, quickly spotting Harry amidst the sea of red and gold. As she drew closer, she noticed his eyebrows were furrowed and he was staring at his plate.

"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked, sitting next to him.

She could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he looked at her.

"Don't laugh, Hermione. I think Malfoy has cursed me."

"Harry, I'm not going to laugh at that, it could be serious! How do you know?"

"Whenever I look at him I think I start trembling, and when I touch him the part of my skin in contact tingles madly! This hasn't really happened before, so I think he has done something."

Hermione suddenly found it hard to control her giggles, but somehow kept a straight face.

"Harry, I haven't heard of that particular jinx but I will do some research for you, if you want?"

"Thanks so much, Hermione. If you haven't heard of it, I'm willing to bet Malfoy has used some sort of ancient and obscure curse for getting rid of enemies."

Hermione couldn't keep it in. She let out a large guffaw, but quickly slapped her hands over her mouth when Harry looked up sharply.

"What was that?"

Hermione suddenly started coughing as loud as she could and started to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't feel well, I will pop into the Hospital Wing on the way to the Library," she said, hurriedly retreating backwards.

"Are you okay Hermione?"

She nodded quickly, signalling wildly with wide eyes at Neville sitting on the opposite side of the table, who looked startled, but unfailingly shoved the pumpkin pasties in front of Harry's face.

"Harry do you want some chicken wings?"

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"Dunderheads! Didn't I tell you just last lesson that your assigned partners were for the year? Go back to the seats you were in yesterday!"

The Potions Master sneered at the sheepish looks on his student's faces as they shuffled around the room. When everyone was once again seated he spoke.

"Today, we are brewing Amortenia. Open your books to page three hundred and four."

He didn't particularly like the looks on Theodore Nott and Hermione Granger's faces as they turned and whispered fiercely into each other's ear. He sighed.

"Instructions are on the board," Snape said, flicking his wand at the board, on which chalk immediately sprung up and started scribbling down on, "and the ingredients are, as always, in the student storeroom. Get to work."

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Harry glared at Snape as he stood up, his chair sliding back a few inches more than intended, and sulkily moved his books and cauldron over to where his partner was sitting.

"Malfoy."

"Potter."

Harry ignored the weird feeling in his stomach – bloody curse, – pulled out his chair, and slumped into it.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well aren't you going to get the ingredients?"

"I did it last time, it's your turn."

Harry saw Malfoy roll his eyes before getting up and heading towards the store room. Harry let out the breath he didn't know he was holding and looked over to Theo who, for some reason, winked at him before busily getting his cauldron ready.

Harry just shook his head and opened his textbook.

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As he walked closer, he saw Potter turn the pages with the cutest frown on his fa– wait, what? Did he just think that? Did he just – no, he must have been mistaken. There's no way that anything about Potter could be considered – cute.

Draco shook his head as he came over. What had come over him then? Never mind, he will forget about it soon and never bring it up again.

However, he spoke too soon. The very image of Potter biting his lip softly as he read over the ingredients made his thoughts go haywire for no apparent reason.

Draco was shocked at his own behaviour. He forced himself to look away from Potter's adorable face – no, Draco! Stop thinking that! What the hell is wrong with you?

As they worked, he finally came to the realisation that it must have been the potion fumes in the air. Darned love potions!

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Harry looked over to Malfoy. He was muttering to himself and shaking his head.

"Having conversations with yourself is the first sign of madness, you know." Harry said.

Well, he meant to say. The words refused to come out of his mouth, for some reason.

Harry eventually gave up, and instead tried to say this.

"Let's start on the potion, okay?"

This time, the words fell out easily.