Summary: What if Draco and Harry had both won the Felix Felicis in sixth year potions? It would probably have gone something like this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/Draco

"Draco, are you sure you're alright? Blaise says you've barely been sleeping at all anymore. Are you sure that your…assignment…isn't taking too much of a toll on you? Maybe you should-"

"Pansy, stop, you know I can't do anything about this. I must do this or else…ahem. Anyway, I'm not even that tired. I'm fine."

Pansy sat on Draco's bed while he did his hair patiently in the mirror. It was a Hogsmeade Saturday and most people had left already. Pansy and Draco, however, would have to be fashionably late (okay, and the two of them both took ages to get ready.)

Draco knew that Pansy was worrying about him; to be honest he was worried about himself. Worrying, though, never got anyone anywhere. If he showed how he really felt then it would just cause Pansy to worry more and he didn't want that.

The dungeons were quiet just then, and it almost seemed as if Pansy and Draco were the only ones in the entire castle. Draco basked in the peace he felt at that moment. If only it were just them in the castle, if only it were just them in the whole world.

He smiled, a real smile, and walked over to Pansy. He leant down and kissed her on the forehead.

"I love you, Pansy" he whispered to her, secretively.

"People like us can't afford to love," she whispered back gently, but she smiled and Draco knew she loved him also.

"You know it's a shame," she began louder, jokingly, "that you're such a flamer, otherwise we could've been a great couple."

Draco's jaw dropped "I am not gay!" He shouted, indignantly.

"Oh sweetie, please. If you were straight you wouldn't be able to resist me" She fluttered her eyelashes and Draco rolled his eyes. Screw her, he wasn't gay, he just wasn't interested in girls because he was too busy.

"Should we go then?" Draco asked, changing the subject, "I want to get to Hogsmeade before I'm thirty," as if it was Pansy who'd just been doing her hair in the mirror.

"Yes, dearest, we should go." Pansy said, chuckling to herself. As much as Draco loved her, she really was a frustrating companion to have.

The two of them began the walk to the village, laughing and joking in a way Draco hadn't done since before the Dark Lord had returned.

If Draco were being honest, the Dark Lord coming back had done more harm than good so far. I mean sure, Draco believed that muggles were scum and Potter was an arrogant bastard, but Voldemort hadn't really done anything about either problems.

Draco felt traitorous thinking these thoughts and he knew the Dark Lord was just taking his time so everything went smoothly, but lately, Draco was forming some doubts. Maybe everything he'd been brought up to believe wasn't as solid in fact as he'd once thought.

He shook himself, mentally, of all thoughts of the Dark Lord. Today was for fun, while he was still young. Pansy was in the midst of mocking Lavender Brown, and her imitation of Brown's voice was so spot on that Draco laughed heartily. The Brown girl really was a pest.

His laughter was cut short though, when they almost ran right into Potter and the Weasley girl. A scowl spread across Draco's face instantly. Didn't Potter have some brainless heroics to get up to?

"Oh fancy meeting you here, Potter. Where are the mudblood and the Weasel? Did they come to their senses and ditch you?" Draco drawled casually. He almost enjoyed the familiarity of insulting Potter; he hadn't had the chance to pick on him as much this year, due to his mission.

"Oh shove off, Malfoy. Just because people only hang out with YOU because they're scared of your daddy doesn't mean the rest of us can't have friends who actually like us." This was from the Weasley girl, and Draco turned his attention to her for the first time since they'd come across the pair.

He felt rage swell in his chest. Who the hell was she? Filthy blood traitors shouldn't go speaking out about matters that don't concern them. And Draco told her so.

"Filthy blood traitors shouldn't go speaking out about matters that don't concern them, Weaslette." He sneered at her.

For some reason Draco was suddenly reminded of the time in second year when he'd run into Potter and the Weasley's at Flourish and Blotts and the Weasley girl had stood up for Harry when Draco had insulted him. Had she honestly not gotten over her fangirl crush on Potter yet? Pathetic.

Suddenly, Harry had his wand on Draco. "Fuck off, Malfoy. And never speak to Ginny like that again." Potter all but growled out. Draco was a little surprised (and annoyed) to see Potter so angry on the Weaselette's behalf. Yet he kept his composure, gave the Gryffindors a mock bow and he and Pansy continued walking.

"Well that's odd" Pansy said when they'd gotten out of earshot.

"Me fighting with Potter? How is that odd?" Draco asked her confusedly.

"Not that; him and Ginny Weasley alone together. She's seeing Dean Thomas, you know." Pansy gossiped self importantly. The girl loved to know everything about everyone. Although Draco couldn't deny it, this was news to him.

"I thought she had a crush on Potter."

"Oh come on, Draco. That was ages ago. Although to be fair, I wouldn't be surprised if she secretly still harbored feelings for him. She wouldn't stand a chance anymore though. There are millions of girls who are after Harry Potter; some boys too. I mean really, he's famous, wealthy enough if the rumors about the Potters are true and let's face it, lately, he has been looking quite attractive."

"WHAT?" Draco nearly spluttered (but Malfoys do not splutter). Was Pansy really saying what he thought she was saying? "Please tell me you don't fancy Potter."

"Oh of course not, Draco, All I'm saying is that I can see what people see in him."

"Well I can't." Draco said defiantly. He refused to admit that anyone could see Potter as attractive. The thought was repulsive.

Looks were Draco's department. HE was the attractive one; and Potter would not best him at this. He was a scrawny, specky git.

Pansy looked downright amused which only infuriated Draco further. He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her along the busy street; letting her know that the subject was over.

The two went into the Three Broomsticks, sat down and ordered themselves some Butterbeer.

As Draco sipped the beverage, he felt his insides go warm. He loved that feeling; it still amazed him every time he drank the stuff. Something as insignificant as a beverage could melt the iciness that so often would settle on his heart; it was magical.

"So, Pansy, tell me. Fancy anyone lately?" Draco asked casually, like he would've done when they were thirteen.

Pansy laughed right out loud.

"Don't you know Draco? You're the only boy who could ever have my heart."

"Pans, come on, I really want to know."

"Well then darling, you'll just have to start hanging around more often and then you could probably figure it out for yourself. Take a break from your mission for awhile, yeah?" She asked him jokingly, but Draco knew she was serious.

He smiled at her: "Sure thing, Pans."

The girl nodded, and Draco knew she was pretending she believed him.