AN: I initially planned to just leave this story as a one-shot, but as I was deleting emails, I noticed that I actually got some reviews. What, just WHAT. So just because you people requested this, I'll create a second part. Have a nice time reading.

Severus Snape pinched his nose, and sighed. The class had just ended, and everyone had turned in their either good, perfect or absolute thrash potions. The majority gravitated towards the latter. It was, however, not that which was bothering him, it was the potion nearest him. The one Potter and his godson, Draco had turned in. That one was one of the perfect ones, as Draco had done most of the job.

He couldn't understand why the potion hadn't worked. The potion master had been watching the whole time, and when the pair tested it, he was standing by his desk, expecting both of them to run towards the door, like all of the others. It didn't happen. They had drunk the potion, which is supposed to have an immediate effect, and they continued standing there as if they had drunk a bottle of water instead of a dose of the Soul Mate Potion. The man in black stared furiously at the pink-ish content of the vial, as if that would solve the puzzle for him. He then proceeded to grab it and walk out of the classroom, his robes billowing behind him dramatically.

The Potions Professor had reached the Slytherin Common room minutes after exiting his classroom, and as he spoke the password and entered, many students stopped what they were doing and turned around to him. "Professor?" a small boy with big brown eyes adressed him. The man recognised him as one of the first years. "Mr. Hitchens, go and retrieve Mr. Flint, tell him to meet me in my office." After watching the first year scurry away, he turned around and exited the room. The Professor walked with long strides to his office, where he sat down grading essays as the man waited for Marcus Flint.

Marcus Flint walked nervously towards his Head of House's office, while wondering why his Head of House had summoned him. Had Professor Snape discovered the dungbombs in his trunk, maybe? Or was it something about the Quidditch Team? Or something else he had done? His steps echoed in the empty stone corridors. The student had no idea what was waiting for him, and as he reached his Professor's office, he could only try to swallow his fear, and step in.

The Quidditch captain noticed his Professor sitting by his desk, the boy walked towards him. "Professor?" he asked, while waiting for the teacher to look up. He did, and onyx eyes seemed to stare right through him. "Mr. Flint, if you wonder why I've summoned you, it's regarding your upcoming detention." Marcus exhaled a breath; at least it wasn't something new he had done. His gaze returned to the older man as he spoke again, "I have an offer for you." His Professor gestured to a potion vial with a pink content, it was bubbling slightly, "if you drink this potion, I will revoke your detention."

Marcus stared incredulously at the vial. A potion? He frowned, and studied the pink fluid trapped inside the glass. The boy knew he wasn't Professor Snape's most favoured student, but he wouldn't really poison him, would he? He glanced at the other uncertainly, who looked back at him, an amused glint in his eyes. "I can assure you, Mr. Flint, that it is perfectly safe to ingest. After all, two individuals have tested it before you."

Severus Snape, was again perplexed. After Marcus Flint had ingested the Soul Mate potion, he had shown the normal symptoms, and ran to the door leading out of his office, looking for his soulmate. So the potion was 100% usable and working. That, however, didn't help the fact that it hadn't worked on Potter and Malfoy. The man sighed yet again, and wanted nothing more than to bash his head in a wall. It didn't make any sense! Why didn't the potion work on those two? It's supposed to lead you to your soulmate, but they didn't move an mere inch after ingesting it. The potion master suddenly stopped. His eyes widened in comprehension. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't.

Draco Malfoy, prefect, heir of the Malfoy family, and a Slytherin, was currently standing in a random corridor in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The boy had received his potions score an hour ago, and he was heavily bewildered. He got an O on a potion which didn't even work! By Professor Snape, the Professor at Hogwarts which was hardest to please. How did that even happen? The blond sighed, he was confused. It must be Potter's fault, somehow, the Malfoy heir sneered, it always was, after all. Potter, with his mop of disgustingly bedhead hair, and killing curse green eyes. The boy who lived was always involved in everything, somehow. Draco suddenly stopped, as he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and watched a figure emerge from behind the corner, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face. Speak of the devil.

Draco watched as his arch enemy stop in his tracks at the sight of him, "oh, it's you, Malfoy," Potters words lacked the usual venom. He sounded tired. The blond sneered half-heartedly at the other, "yes, me, Potter. Have you gotten lost again, or something?" Potter glared at him, his fierce killer curse eyes burned into his own. "Oh, just shove off, Malfoy." The brunett proceeded to turn around and were about to disappear behind the very same corner he appeared from, when Draco called out to him. "Hey, Potter!" the blond didn't really want to know, but his curiosity got the better of him, so as the other boy stopped and looked at him with a questioning look, he asked; "what score did you get in potions?"

Harry looked at his arch enemy. Who had just asked him about his potion score as if they didn't actively despise each other. As if they were childhood friends who sat together while eating in the Great Hall. "What?" even though he was quite sure he heard the question, he didn't have anything else then "what," to say about it. The platinum blond boy rolled his eyes at him, his reply sounded impatient. "Your potion score, Potter. Don't say you've already forgotten it, we got it, like, and hour ago." Harry glared at him, "I am fully aware of when we got our potion scores. But I don't see why you feel the need to know mine?" the boy who lived pursed his lips, "but if you're so desperate to know it, I got an O."

The green eyes boy watched as Malfoy sighed and stared up into the stone ceiling, the blonde spoke, "I don't understand!" an irritated tone creeped into Malfoys voice for each word he said, "like, I made a perfect potion. I've even made it before, at home, and I know I did it completely right both times. We even got an O on it. So why didn't it work?" The last words were spoken through gritted teeth, and the blonde turned to Harry, who was only listening to the Malfoy heir ranting. The boy raised his eyebrows, he had honestly forgotten about the whole lesson. What potion did they brew anyways? "Well, maybe it worked, then, without us knowing it?" he shrugged, not actually knowing what to say. Malfoy stared incredulously at him, before making an exasperated arm gesture and begun pacing with long, determined steps. "Oh Merlin, Potter. Of all the stupid things I've heard you say, but this, takes the cake." The blond stopped right in front of him, and stared at the boy who lived with his arctic eyes. Harry noticed that their noses were almost touching, he stared back, masking his confusion, as he had no idea about what Malfoy was talking about. The Malfoy heir spoke again, "are you seriously implying that we're soulmates?"

If this was a cartoon, a light bulb would've appeared over Harry's head. Now he remembered what potion they were brewing, the Soul Mate potion. And as he stared into the depths of Malfoy's eyes, he let his brainless, inner Gryffindor take over. And with a smile tugging on his lips, he leaned slightly forward and kissed the other boy on the lips.

AN: Thanks for taking your time reading through this short story! I hope you enjoyed, I would suggest reviewing. If you didn't like it, review anyways and tell me about what you disliked!

-Chantelle