Harry woke up on Tuesday morning with the biggest erection that he could remember having. He had been dreaming of him and an unknown man. It had been the sexist dream that he had ever had. He had known ever since 5th year that he was gay but he rarely dreamed about sexscapades. Especially about ones about him being taken on the grass on the Quidditch pitch. Harry blushed just thinking about it. He glanced over to the clock on his bedside table and saw that breakfast ended in twenty minutes. Why had no one woken him up? He sighed and quickly took care of his "problem" and then ran into the showers.

When Harry got out of the showers he dripped over to his chest only to realize that the only underwear that he had that was clean was the woman's black lace thong that Seamus had given him for a Christmas gift last year. Harry loved wearing women's under things but the black lace number was the one he wore for special occasions. He put them on and got dressed.

When Harry finally got to breakfast there was only five minutes left. He plopped down next to Ron and Hermione.

"Why did you not wake me up?" Harry asked Ron as he quickly filled his plate with eggs and bacon.

"It sounded like you were having a good dream and I didn't want to take you away from it, sorry mate." Ron said.

"It's ok. Just wake me up next time."

"Gotcha."

During Potions they were told to make an anti-headache potion. It seemed simple enough but if it was made wrong it would turn into an acid that ate through everything. And like in every Potions class between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Harry was paired with Malfoy.

Harry got the ingredients while Malfoy prepped the cauldron. It was a simple ritual that they both did in order to decrease the confrontation between them. It normally worked. They had a silent understanding that if they talked as little as possible, the better their grade would be. Strangely it took them seven years to figure this out.

After forty-five minutes everything was running as smooth as it possibly could. That was until Goyle walked into the table, by accident of course but the damage was done. The cauldron fell over and its contents spilled all over Harry's pants. Within seconds his pants began to disintegrate. Harry just then remembered that he was wearing women's underwear and ran out of the dungeons and into the nearest boy's bathroom.

Just as soon as he had entered his pants fell off in tiny strips of cloth. Leaving him standing there in all his lacey glory. Thank goodness he still had his robes covering his indiscretion. He quickly looked through the room and was pleased to find that he was alone. Harry leaned over one of the sinks so he could think of his exit strategy, in which no one saw his lovely knickers.

Just then the bathroom door opened. He silently prayed that it was Ron but it was not. It was none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Potter? You in here?" Malfoy called into the large room. Harry didn't want to answer but for some reason, he did.

"Yes, Malfoy. I'm here."

"Do you need any help? Last time I checked acid killed things like pants and skin."

"Don't worry, it only killed my pants."

"Ok, hold on I'll be right back." Malfoy said and then immediately left.

Harry wasn't sure if he should be scared or not. What could Malfoy possibly be doing? He could be getting pants for Harry to wear but there was a greater chance of Snape getting a pet rock than that happening.

From fear of anyone else seeing him Harry darted into a stall and locked the door.

This day was probably the worst day of his life. Well definitely the most embarrassing. He closed the lid and sat down on the toilet, his face buried in his hands.

"Just focus on breathing. Not on the insanely hot guy who is my long time rival and potions partner. Just focus on breathing. Breathing. Breathing. Malfoy. NO!" He chanted to himself. Harry had always had feelings for the blond but ever since that random act of kindness, his feelings had started to grow.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts by Malfoy's voice.

"Potter? You still in here?"

"Of course I'm still in here!" Harry screamed.

Harry heard the door of the lavatory close and he thought that Malfoy had gone until he heard footsteps coming from the area by the sinks.

"Where are you?" Malfoy asked glancing around.

"I'm in the stalls." Harry said.

"Thanks for being specific."

"Anytime."

Malfoy sighed and looked under the stalls to find out which one Potter was in. He walked over to Potter's stall and knocked on the door. He knocked again.

"You gonna let me in? I have some pants for you." Draco said

"Just pass it over the door."

"That's nonsense, just open the door."

"No!"

"Open the door, Potter!" Malfoy yelled throwing all his weight into the stall door.

"No!"

"Fine then!" Malfoy then took out his want and did a basic Alohomora charm and the door unlocked. He opened the door "Ok now I'm gonna get you clothed….Holy shit! Are those women's underwear?" Malfoy said. Harry tried to cover himself but it was too late. Malfoy had seen him. Harry grabbed the pants from Malfoy's hands and shoved the blond out of the stall.

"GET OUT!!!" Harry screamed. Harry slammed the door shut and used a locking spell on it.

"Harry listen to me--"

"NO! GET OUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" He cried, tears cascading down his face. Everything was ruined. Malfoy was going to run out of the lavatory and tell everyone that The Chosen One wore lacy undergarments and by lunch the Prophet was going to know. His life was going to go to Hell in a handbasket.

Harry slammed his fist into the wall, completely ignoring the pain that seared through his hand. This is the kind of thing that drives people crazy.

"Potter? I just want you to know that I'm not going to tell. We all have secrets. To prove to you that I'm telling you the truth I'll tell you a secret of mine. I think you looked lovely in them." Malfoy then left the room.

Harry just sat there looking at the pair of tailored pants that Malfoy had gotten for him. Suddenly things seemed a little brighter, Malfoy said he looked lovely.