Authors note: I don't think I told you the year they are in. It is their 7th year, after Voldemort was defeated, but Severus is still alive.

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Harry's POV

Harry's heart was racing, unsure of where he was and why he was there. The last thing that he was sure of was being pushed up against a wall. He was certain that the rest had been a dream. Had he imagined Draco leading him to the Great Hall? What about Draco's hand on his leg? If these happening were real, why had they happened? What was wrong with his enemy?

Harry had so many questions he was dying to ask the blonde that was currently squished up against him. Draco's wand was out, pointing towards the door. He looked disheveled, unsure, frightened. Harry looked around the little space they were in and saw the he was surrounded by bottles of liquids and plants, and boxes marked with various names. Harry immediately recognized it; he was in the potions cupboard.

Harry nudged Draco, giving him a questioning look. Draco tilted his head towards the door, mimicking for Harry to listen. Harry closed his eyes and cupped his ears, trying to hear the sound that Draco was so afraid of.

Footsteps, that's what Draco was afraid of, coming nearer and nearer, like one of the muggle horror films that Harry had to watch with his Aunt and Uncle. Harry held his breath, sure that he was breathing too loudly. He wasn't certain who it was, but it didn't matter who; he didn't want to get caught, and seeing as they were in the potions room, he would bet a few galleons that it was Snape.

The footsteps became infuriatingly closer, and then they just stopped. He heard another set of footprints, walking quickly, towards the door as well.

"What is it, Severus?" A girl's voice asked.

"I thought I heard… A sound," the drawling voice of Severus replied, "Now, what were you asking?"

"Tell me everything you know about that lucky potion. How do you make it? How long does it last? What happens if you mix it with the love potion, Amortentia?" Harry didn't know what it was about the voice. It sounded familiar. He just couldn't pinpoint it.

"You mean Felix Felicis?" Snape's languid voice was impassive.

"Yeah, yeah, that one."

"Felix Felicis is hard to brew, and deadly if…" Harry heard two sets of footprints thumping away, getting farther and farther away, Snape's voice growing softer.

Harry waited a few minutes, letting the current events seep through, anger bubbling up inside him.

"What the fuck, Draco?" Harry almost yelled, "Why are we here? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Draco looked nonchalant, thankful that they hadn't been found.

Actually, he himself looked confused.

"I don't know, Potter," Draco snapped. Obviously he returned to his old self.

"Why were you acting so fucking weird?"

"Well, mighty colorful vocabulary you have, Potter. Didn't anyone tell you that it's not very lady-like to swear?" Draco smirked. Harry blushed.

"Fuck you, Draco," Harry shoved Draco, and he went tumbling out of the cramped closet. "Well, are you going to answer my question?"

"Which one?" Draco asked innocently.

"You know damn well which one," Harry said, towering over Draco's untidy body.

"I have no idea, Potter. The last thing I remember is telling Pansy and Blaise that I was gay, over at Pansy's house, last night," Draco responded heatedly. He realized what he said and looked away, blushing slightly.

"Well, then what happened?" Harry said with less vehement, trying to skip over the last bit of Draco's response.

"I don't know. I blacked out, woke up, put on the clothes that were at the end of my bed, and walked out. I ran into you, and then I don't know what came over me. I had the feeling that I could do anything, and I felt… obsessed, with you…" Draco blushed, trailing off. He was still on the floor, propped up by his hands. His blonde hair was sticking up in strange places, tie limply hanging from his neck, the bottom of his dress shirt pulled from his pants.

"Amortentia… That girl, the one who was talking with Snape… Did you recognize the voice?"

"Oh, yeah, that was Pansy," Draco said indifferently. Draco looked at Harry and saw a pained look on his face. "What?"

"I made that potion, Amortentia, a few days ago, and I had seen a bottle of Felix Felicis on Snape's desk, but not it's gone," Harry said, unsure of what Draco would do. Draco surprised Harry with a quizzical look, "The potions were left out in the open. You said that you had gone to Pansy's. Did you have anything to drink?"

Draco nodded. "I had some Vodka. Why?"

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