Generally Harry loved school, honestly he did. Perhaps he was not always the best student and Hermione could probably write a novel on all the shortcomings Ron and himself had in the scholastic department. But coming from the upbringing he did he always kept in mind just how lucky he was to go to a school like Hogwarts. However on the mornings he had potions, sometimes it was hard to keep that appreciative spirit alive.
Harry was already running late on one particular potions morning and everything that could possibly have gone wrong did. He woke up late, his shower was cold, he could not find any socks, and his tie seemed to have mysteriously vacated the premises entirely. This series of unfortunate events left Harry sprinting to class and still arriving several minutes late with his glasses skewed and hair more wild than ever. Although he tried to enter the room quietly, everyone inevitably turned towards the door when it opened, with the two most intense stares coming from Draco and his most hated professor.
Severus Snape looked at Harry in disdain and with his mouth curled into somewhat of a snarl as he asked Harry if he was capable of reading a clock properly. With a malevolent glare in his eye Snape informed Harry he had the perfect potions partner for him and pointed to the back of the room. Harry followed said finger and his eyes landed on none other than Draco Malfoy himself. This news left Draco with a shockingly pleasant look on his delicate features and Harry with a lump in his throat that was seemingly impossible to swallow.
The walk to where Draco sat seemed to take forever, all eyes were on Harry as he awkwardly discarded his belongings and sat next to the Slytherin. The class seeming satisfied with their observations turned back around in their seats and Snape resumed his lecture on the bone growing potion they were going to be brewing that day.
Draco took out his quill and parchment and began writing Snape's lesson, seemingly unfazed by Harry's presence. Harry on the other hand felt like the worlds entire butterfly population had taken up residence in his stomach as he too shakily began to write notes.
Finally Snape ceased drawling on about the potion of the day and ordered the students to collect their ingredients and begin their brewing, menacingly warning them not to blow up his dungeon as Neville had nearly done the week before. Draco turned to Harry and with surprising kindness asked if Harry would go get the ingredients from the front of the room while he set up the cauldron.
Harry weakly nodded and quickly went and did it. Upon his return Draco had everything set up and laid out. Prime and ready for brewing. At this point Draco took the reigns and handed Harry the knife and cutting board, silently asking for him to cut and prepare the ingredients. As Harry did that Draco began to brew the potion, quietly humming to himself, seeming to really enjoy the task.
When Harry dared to look up from the cutting board and peak around the room he noticed that periodically the majority of his classmates would steal a glance in their direction. Looking dumfounded that Harry and Draco were coexisting together and making what appeared to be an accurate potion.
Hands were of course flying all over the workspace in an attempt to finish the potion by the end of class. But as time went on Harry noticed that Draco was accidently brushing against his hand a lot. When they would exchange tools or ingredients Draco's hand seemed to linger much longer than necessary. Although these actions confused Harry, they excited him beyond words.
After several more minutes of watching the brew bubble Draco declared it done. He quickly bottled it and gave it to Snape. Together they cleaned their station and sat down. Waiting to be dismissed after the rest of the class had finished.
At this point Harry fully expected to just sit with Draco in silence, which for the most part they did. But as Harry was sitting there idly gazing around the room he suddenly felt a hand come to rest on his leg. That same hand slowly began to slide up and down, coming tantalizingly near his package.
Harry sat silently through these ministrations trying desperately to keep a strait face, and then he felt that same nimble hand gently cup his package. This elicited a gasp from Harry, which caused several of his classmates to turn around and a smirk to be plastered on Draco's face.
Just then Snape called an end to class after Neville unsurprisingly had managed to fill the room with a noxious green smoke. The class quickly rushed out and Snape went to find Madam Pomfrey to treat Neville's potion brewing related injuries. This left Draco and Harry alone in the room.
Harry looked questioningly at Draco, wondering just what had gotten into him. In response Draco roughly pushed him onto the table and gave him a searing kiss. At first Harry just lay still, doing nothing. But at the response of Draco's probing tongue he quickly began to kiss back.
Just as suddenly as he had begun Draco pulled away, looking flushed but satisfied. He gathered his belongings and left the room without another word leaving Harry breathing heavy and more confused than ever.
