After Draco hauled away from a shocked Great Hall, his fellow Slytherins tried to hassle him to Madame Pomfrys. He evaded them, claiming there was nothing wrong with him.

They made him promise to go after school anyways.

Draco smiled dazedly as he made his way to Potions. Harry would be there. Of course Harry would get an Outstanding or better on his OWLs and NEWTs. He was smart and kind and brave and beautiful and perfect.

Draco could talk about him all day long.

He entered the room with Blaise. He spotted Harry right away, and shoved Ron out of the chair next to Harry. Draco sat in the chair. Below him, on the ground, Ron sputtered.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, just throw me would 'ya?!" Ron yelled as he stood up. The redhead lurched forward, about to move Draco, when a voice at the edge of the room ordered, "Sit down Mr. Weasley. You already disrupt my class enough." Snape walked up to his desk, all black and billowing robes.

Ron frowned and went to sit next to Dean Thomas. Class started pretty simply, with Snape lecturing about the potion they'd be doing today.

As Snape drifted down the aisles he gave Draco an odd look and stopped in front of the two partners. "I see you've taken Draco as a partner, Mr. Potter. I hope you won;'t affect his mind with the stupidity of yours-" Snape had barely finished the sentence when he felt a test tube thrown at him.

Draco was standing up and glaring at his godfather. He loved Snape, but how dare he! Anyone who insulted his one true love would get harsh treatment."What is the meaning of this?!" Snape roared. "Harry doesn't have a stupid mind! He's smarter than me, you and anyone in between!"

Snape turned and glared at Harry. "What have you done to him, Potter?!"

"Harry didn't do anything," The blonde insisted. "Harry's too perfect!" Harry and the rest of the class was starring at Draco. "Mr. Peakes, Mr. Rookwood, take Draco to Madame Pomfry. 20 points from Gryffindor.:

Jimmy and Joseph went up to Draco and grabbed him and pushed him out of the Potions room.

Behind him an annoyed Harry called, "Why?!" "He didn't give the love potion to himself, Potter. You can have detention as well."

About an hour later Draco was sipping on the antidote, very, very annoyed. Blaise and the Goons were in the Infirmary with him, explaining what a spectacle he'd made.

He couldn't believe it. After all that work he'd spilled the bloody potion on himself.

And briefly fallen in love with Harry fucking Potter.

At least everyone thought it was Potter's fault. Draco wouldn't change that. Admitting he'd swallowed the potion would just make the whole situation worse.

Crabbe and Goyle finished the recap of the past day or so, and Draco downed the rest of the hate potion to make absolutely sure all the fuzziness was gone. He almost wanted to disinfect himself. The whole thing was embarrassing. Why the Boy Who Lived? Why not...one of the other ones?! Sure, the rumors would go away at some point...

Months and months from now.

His friends were looking at him, and he realized they must be waiting for something.

"What?"

"So how did you get the potion?" Crabbe asked.

Draco thought of several excuses on how it would've happened, but they were all implausible. So, he settled for, "I don't know." After all, no one would blame him. They might not think Potter had done it, but no one would come up with him accidentally swallowing a potion. "I always knew Potter was mad. I didn't know he'd do anything this bad." Draco hissed, easily making the venom in his voice believable.

He knew his friends were relieved. He was sure Potter wasn't the only one he'd freaked out. The whole situation had kept Pansy away, at least for a little. Probably the only good thing to come out of this.

Draco stood up from his chair and smoothed down his robes. He'd missed lunch but he wasn't hungry.

He walked out of the infirmary and made his way to Transfiguration. There was a lot of walking and moving stairs, but it was his sixth year. He knew what he was doing. Draco didn't need to look behind him- he knew Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle were following him.

Sure enough on his way there was Potter. For once Draco wanted to strangle the boy for himself and not through the influence of his friends. Logically he knew none of this was truly Potter's fault, but he liked to have someone to blame.

So as he passed The Boy Who Lived he spoke up. "I know you can't help that you fell for me, but there are better ways to portray one's feelings." Draco gave Potter a signature smirk and continued down the hall.

Maybe that was a little vain, even for him, but the blonde wasn't too modest. He was good looking, more so than several of the other Slytherins(see Crabbe and Goyle), and knew a lot of girls liked him and/or wanted to get in his pants; Pansy especially.

Of course the same things applied to Potter, but he wouldn't ever admit that.

He entered the class grumpily and was joined at a table by Blaise.

Sorry: It's much shorter. I'll try to make it longer next time. ^^