Disclaimer: All characters seen here were kidnapped by me from Ms J. K. Rowling.

Chapter Two: The Effects

Harry sat back, stunned. This. Can. Not. Be. Happening. This has got to be a huge joke the teachers were playing on them. Glancing up to the teachers he saw that most of them carried an expression similar to the one Aunt Petunia wore when Harry trailed mud into the kitchen.

He took that as a no.

Thinking about it, it wasn't so bad, was it? He was a virgin, so really had nothing to hide. Except for the fact that he was a virgin.

Shit.

What could he say? What could he say? He hasn't found the 'one' yet. No, too Hufflepuffy, and way too girly. He hasn't had the time? That made him sound like an unfeeling bastard, almost as bad as saying he couldn't be bothered to have sex. He had a terrible accident as a child, where his manhood was chopped off. Oh great way to get the ladies in the future, Harry, fuck me but I have no cock. What about, no girl has really interested him yet? That made him sound gay. No one is good enough to touch his precious ass. No, that make's him sound disturbingly like Malfoy. He has pubic lice! He shuddered. Nope, not even going to comment.

Why don't you tell them the truth? A Hermione-like voice remarked in his mind.

No.

Why not, it's better (and less embarrassing) than telling them you having pubic lice.

No way. If I told the truth, half of them will laugh at me and the others will all feel sorry for me.

…And the pubic lice won't have the same effect?

Arrgh, shut up.

If you say so.

Anyway he was more worried about Ginny and Blaise Zabini. They'd started going out since September and had successfully managed to keep it under wraps. No one knew.

Well expect Harry. And he only knew because Blaise had asked his permission to ask Ginny out. God knows why, probably Harry being the closest thing to a responsible brother that wouldn't pound the living daylights out of him for touching Ginny had something to do with it. Oh, and the fact Blaise, the player he once was, had never been in a proper relationship before, so was a bit confused and old fashioned with all the needing permission thing.

But now thanks to the Virgin Potion, they were undoubtedly going to be forced to tell. Harry sighed. Ron was NOT going to take this well. It was amazing actually how no one noticed them already, staring at each other in dismay like that, it was so obvious. He then realised why.

Nearly all of the students (well above second/third years, y'know the people who matter) were looking as devastated as Ginny and Blaise. It was quite funny actually, seeing almost the exact replicas (expression wise) everywhere of the unlikely couple. He watched interestedly as people's gazes gave away their private life. He turned to comment about this to Ron, but stopped at the sight of him. Ron had gone slightly green and was looking at Hermione, (whose cheeks had gone a pale pink while the rest of her face was stark white) who was stared back at him. Harry frowned. What had they got to worry about, everyone knows about them already.

Oh well. Not his problem. He looked away. Harry found his gaze once again on Malfoy. The silver eyed aristocrat looked completely unconcerned by the crisis, even able to steal a bit of toast from someone who was not as calm as he. Harry scowled. That was weird. Malfoy, according to the rumours supplied by Parvati and Lavender, was one of the more, well let's just say, confident guys in their year when it came to girls and he was definitely no virgin. So why wasn't he worried? Didn't he even care that his entire sexual history was going to be paraded around for the world to see. What was wrong with Malfoy!

Nothing was wrong with Draco, nothing at all. He sighed and snatched the half eaten toast which hung limply from Theo's fingers. Honestly. He didn't know all the fuss was about, really, it wasn't as if he was embarrassed that every sexual encounter he had ever experienced would be brought up to the view of the entire school, in fact he was even rather smug. He had slept with a lot of girls, I mean, even he didn't even know how many. Of course, if he was someone like, let's say Longbottom, he would be devastated to reveal how inexperienced he was. But then if he was Longbottom, he would have killed himself long ago.

This was the second time he had taken this potion. The other time it had been his father, responsible and caring as he was NOT. His parents were having one of their pointless arguments, this time about whether Draco was as promiscuous as his father. Draco had lied of course (it was his mother asking) but had been shown up when his father, furious at losing to his wife, had spiked Draco's drink with the potion. Naturally his father turned out to be right in the end. And he even had the nerve to be proud of his son for his conquests, when everything else Draco did was always too much of something. Oh Draco, your potion is too green, your flying is too twirly, your French is too lilting, your looks are too girly like your mother's. Bastard, just because Draco was beautiful like his mother and his father could only ever be called good looking.

Ok, rant over.

Besides, (back to the potion matter), the Slytherins had DADA on their own, so no other house would see the writing on him. As the rest of his house already knew his reputation, the contents shouldn't shock them.

Draco exhaled heavily. It was because of his reputation (at least he hoped it was) girls now tended to be more wary of him. They wanted relationships and he, like most hormonal sixteen year old boys, basically just wanted a shag. And Malfoys always get what they want.

It was also becoming apparent to him that the girls here weren't so hot anymore…there were a few real hotties but the general female student body weren't great. Of course, a girl tended to lose some appeal once he shagged her. And boys weren't really his thing, he wasn't disgusted at the thought sleeping with one, he just preferred the softness only available in the female body. And breasts. Breasts are niiiiicce.

He sighed. Perhaps he should transfer to Beauxbaton, those French girls are so incredibly hot…

Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up to address the hall.

"Silence please," she paused as the patter in the hall stopped slowly. "Unfortunately there has been a mix up in the timetable for sixth years which will now be rectified."

She waved her wand, sending tiny blue sparks into the air to settle over the sixth years, hovering for a moment, and then darted into bags, coats and robe pockets where the timetables were kept. The spark hovering over Theo, however, darted into the front of his trousers, making his crotch glow blue. Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"Erm Theo, why the hell is your timetable in your trousers!"

A big pink splotch appeared on Theo's face, spanning over his cheeks and nose.

"Well I never know when I need to cover up, do I?" said Theo defensively, balling his fists, "if I ever catch that bas…"

He never finished his sentence. He was too distracted by Blaise's sudden urge to cover his eyes and bite his lip in vain to suppress his uncontrollable laughter. Theo turned to Draco who had made no attempt to hide his sniggers and pointed to Theo's legs. He looked down with a feeling of dread and on seeing what they were laughing about, did only option available to him.

He ran out, screaming.

Harry watched the skinny legged boy dash from the hall, his face a picture of absolute embarrassment. Hermione emerged from under the table, where she had ducked after glimpsing the boxer clad Nott race past her. Ron glowered as the Great Hall doors slammed shut and shifted so his girlfriend couldn't see Nott running to his common room. She coughed and whispered something in Ron's ear. His ears went pink. Harry pretended not to notice and inwardly sighed. This was becoming a regular routine.

He picked up his timetable and skimmed through it, checking for any changes. Under the column Monday, lesson one, instead of Herbology was…

Draco clutched his sides which now hurt tremendously. He tutted. Laughter was good but sometimes it just wasn't worth the pain. Fishing out his timetable from his robe pocket, he checked today's classes. His eyes widened in horror…it was…
Transfiguration…with the Slytherins!
Transfiguration…with the Gryffindors!
Simultaneous groans filled the hall.

The class chattered ceaselessly, dumping books and parchment on the desks, acting normally despite the worried anticipation of the Virgin Potion effects to begin. McGonagall was not here yet and the teacher-less classroom was taking full advantage of that.

Transfiguration was by far the hardest classes to take and first thing on a Monday morning was the worst time to take it.Even worse than that was the thought of Malfoy seeing that he, Harry Potter was still a virgin. The said boy now appeared in the class doorway, looking more than slightly peeved, which Harry was pleased to see. It didn't look like he was too happy to be laid bare in front of everyone either.

Draco looked around the room, annoyed. Gryffindors! Of all people! Nott and most of the Slytherin girls didn't take this class and Blaise was sitting at the front next to Pansy. Urgh, traitor. It looked like Draco was going to have to risk spewing breakfast and sit next to Crabbe (Goyle didn't get in this NEWTs class). Grimacing slightly, he showed his repulsion at the drooling daydreaming boy on his left. Putting his books on the desk, he looked to his right where Potter was sitting.

Shit! Draco thought, I didn't realise I'd sat next to him!

Potter raised his eyebrows in surprise. Blatantly, Draco let cool disgust grace his sneering features. Yet whatever the Slytherin looked on the outside (and trust me, he looked goooood), on the inside he was freaking out. Why the hell was Potter staring at him? Did he have an ink splodge on his face or something? Oh god, did he? Did he?

A scream behind him caused him to turn sharply. Dean Thomas' forehead had started to glow with the words 'Parvati Patil, summer term, third year' followed by the exact date. Parvarti fainted and Dean blushed, well aware of what was written. More writing scribbled down his face, filling to just below his eyes. Ron grew red. Somewhere near the bottom the words 'Ginny Weasley' were written.

"YOU…YOU SLEPT WITH MY SISTER! YOU BASTARD I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Sorry, Ron!" cried Dean, dodging the numerous objects being hurled at him, "no! Not the potions book!"

On hearing the contents of Ron's screams, Blaise turned right around in his seat and Draco could recognise danger signs on Blaise's tell-tale temper. His attractive olive face had turned red and his fists were balled. Draco frowned. What the hell was going on with him?

He could see Blaise getting ready to pounce. However a slight tingling distracted Blaise's temper and he paled. Writing was slowly appearing on his forehead, 'Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass,' followed by many others. But the names didn't stop at his face but carried on past his chin, down his neck, past his collarbone and into his shirt. The glowing seemed to finally stop at his navel. Seamus applauded.

Blaise gave a sigh of relief only Harry could understand. It had seemed that being a playboy paid off, Ginny's name was thankfully underneath his shirt. People weren't very shocked at the visible names on Blaise's face. His libido was infamous.

Draco was confused. No one else may have noticed Blaise's almost explosion just before, but he did and he wanted to know what had triggered it. The only thing he could remember was something about the Weasley slut, but that couldn't be it. As Draco was about to question his best friend, he noticed Potter was staring at him again.

Harry, in actual fact, wasn't staring at Malfoy, whatever Malfoy may think. Nope, he wasn't looking at anything at all, just spacing out, like you do. Malfoy just happened to be in the way.

The soft daylight flooded the Transfiguration classroom, the blue sky devoid of any clouds. Malfoy's features, he noticed, were softened as the pale boy peered at the tattoo-like writing covering Zabini who showed them off proudly. Malfoy suddenly turned to look at him.

"Is anything the matter, Potter?" he sneered unbecomingly. Harry blushed, realising then that he was just ogling Malfoy.

"Er…no, um...I…" Harry started when his eyes widened in shock as a tingling sensation filled his cheeks.

Malfoy raised an elegant eyebrow as Harry failed to come up with an answer and instead proceeded to look horrified.

Slowly the letters V-I-R-G-I-N spelt their way across his forehead.

"P…Potter!" Malfoy screeched. "You're a VIRGIN!"

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Even Ron and Hermione seemed surprised.

"Harry…" Ron said uncertainly, "er……Cho?"

Harry gave him a look. Ron shrunk back.

Malfoy, finished laughing, brushed a tear from his eye.

"So, Potter. The Weaslette hasn't spread her legs for you yet? Or did you find her too second hand, but then that suits the rest of your st-,"

"Shut up."

Malfoy spun round to meet the owner of that growling voice. Gasps of surprise came from Ron and Hermione. Zabini sat poised and dangerous (if a little ridiculous with all the writing) in his seat, looking no less than furious. Harry slapped his hand on his forehead. No, Zabini, now is NOT a good time to come out.

Before he had time to spew cart loads of curses at his best friend, Draco felt a familiar sensation on his hair line.

Uh oh, thought Draco, this could be bad.

No one expected Draco to be a virgin but then no one, apart from Blaise, really knew many people he had seduced. He only hoped that the males in this school would not be smart enough to match up the date and the name of his conquests to realise that it was their girlfriends on there.

Draco shut his eyes tight, struggling not to blush ('tis a disgrace to the Malfoy name) as the writing began to fill his forehead.

Harry stared at the names that trickled down Malfoy's face in a steady stream, glad that the unwanted attention was off him (though his sexual status would be spread round the school like wildfire by the end of break). Names spread over Malfoy's eyelids and cheeks but…was that a blush there on his porcelain skin. Wonders will never cease…

This was bad. Very bad. He so took back what he thought earlier, this is humiliating. Girls certainly knew of Draco's reputation before but now this? Well, this will put him off getting laid for a long, long time. Girls just wouldn't trust him!

Whilst Malfoy was suffering his internal mourning for the loss of his promiscuous days, Harry was still staring at him. Malfoy's face was now full, the names carried on past his chin, down his pale neck and skirting his small Adam's apple. Come to think of it, Malfoy was really quite small – like all over.

Mind you, said a voice in Harry's head, so are you.

Too true, nodded Harry, too true. He wondered how small Malfoy's…NO, will NOT think about Malfoy's dick size thank you very much! With that Harry finally wrenched gaze away.

Draco suddenly felt as if a very strong torchlight had been turned off.

While the writing continued to stain Malfoy's shoulders, Ron was staring in horror at his girlfriend's face. She lied! She lied!

Hermione stared in horror at her boyfriend's face. He lied! He lied!

"YOU!" they exclaimed together, anger tainting their faces pink.

"You told me I was your first!"

"So did you!"

Both of them 'hmphed' loudly and turned away from each other in a huff. Harry groaned.

Draco groaned. The words were now finishing his arms and chest, and started on his stomach muscles but here at last they stopped. An audible gasp ran through the room as he suddenly began to take his top off. He figured, well, now that everyone knew, might as well see for himself exactly who he had fucked.

"Whoa, Dray, I think you'd better stop before Finnigan there gets a bit too excited," Blaise commented dryly, a glint in his eye managing to convey the real message of 'I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU WITH YOUR TOP OFF ANY MORE THAN NECESSARY, YOU NARTISSTIC PRAT!'

Draco snorted, blissfully ignoring it.

"I want to see how many people I got. I bet I beat you. Anyway, so what if Finnigan sees how good in bed I am."

"Y'know," said Seamus in his Irish lilt, "I don't really appreciate my name being thrown around like this."

Draco had got his shirt completely off, exposing his slim muscled body, riddled with names. The class sighed in awe.

"Whoa," exclaimed Blaise, even he surprised, "I didn't know there were that many girls in the school!"

Draco smirked. "Who said they were all girls?" he asked suggestively, raising an eyebrow and licking his lips. Blaise paled slightly.

"Urgh…"

"What's wrong with liking guys?" Draco teased his straight as a stick best friend. Maybe he should bring up that incident…

"Yeah, I totally agree with you," said a certain horny Gryffindor, making Draco notice that Finnigan was sitting on a desk behind him.

"What the…!" Seamus' hands were on his chest, fingers splayed over his nipples and his legs were curled round the smaller boy's waist from behind. This position pulled Draco backwards in between Seamus' legs on to the desk. Draco was momentarily shocked then recoiled from the cold fingers making his nipples erect.

"Eww, Gryffindor cooties!" he cried pulling his shirt back on and jumping away from the offending position.

Seamus grinned playfully but was suddenly hauled backwards by his best friend. Seamus fell purposely (and skilfully) manoeuvring himself onto Dean's lap.

"Aww, Dean I was having fun!"

"You were embarrassing yourself with that bit pornography. No doubt some girls were enjoying it but spare a thought for the rest of us," reprimanded Dean. He struggled to finish his Transfiguration essay which was due in for, surprise, surprise, this lesson, while Seamus hung around his neck, sobbing dramatically.

"Oh Dean, you're so mean to meeeeeee!"

"Yes, yes," humoured Dean, patting the other boy's back in an inattentive sort of way. He glanced at the Irish boy's face and stopped writing.

"Seamus, why is my name on your face?"

Seamus froze. "Huh?"

"Ok, I'll say it in simple terms for you. When the hell have we fucked?"

"Um, about that…" Seamus bit his lip nervously.

"Carry on."

"Well," sighed Seamus guiltily, "you were drunk and I was horny."

Dean raised his eyebrows calmly. He took the mirror Lavender offered him and checked his face. Sure enough, there was 'Seamus Finnigan' written as bold as day across his cheek.

"A week ago?"

"Uh-huh."

"Urggh," groaned Dean, covering his eyes.

"Oh come on, Dean," whined Seamus, "you know how I get if I don't get laid at least once a week."

"Seamus just get the fuck off my lap."

"Ohhh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" pleaded Seamus as he clung onto Dean's neck. Dean sighed tiredly.

"You're forgiven. But I need to do my essay," he said as he pushed Seamus off. Seamus pouted, muttering something along the lines of 'fine I'll go to Neville, he's my friend…'

Neville meanwhile was frantically trying to hide his face with his hair. Seamus moved to him, observing him closely.

"Oooo, Neville, whatcha hiding," Seamus peered, "Well, would you look at that! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that," loudly, "YOU'RE FUCKING THE LOONYBIN!"

Neville squeaked and ducked under the table to escape the stares and the snickers. Harry looked incredulously at him. Neville? With Luna? He had no idea. Great, even Neville gets more action than him. Harry felt something warm against his side. He turned to see Seamus rest his head on his shoulder.

"Harrrrryyy. Can I sit on your laaaap?"

"Seamus what did I tell you last time?"

"Well," said Seamus, putting a finger up, "One, your not gay." Two fingers up. "Two, your not interested." Another finger up. "Three…I forgot."

"I'm doing my essay!"

"You're just like Dean with his essays!" Seamus tutted as he jumped on Harry's lap.

"Seamus!"

"It's alright, Harry dear," said Seamus, wriggling his bum into Harry (who blushed), "I'll do the essay for you."

He snatched the quill off Harry and began scribbling on the parchment.

"No! Seamus, no! What are you writing!" Harry struggled to see what the sandy haired boy on his lap was doing to his work. Damn, that boy must have had too much sugar this morning; he was even more hyper than usual. Making a grab at the parchment, Harry's eyes widen in horror behind his glasses.

'My name is Harry Potter and I love to suck cock. Especially Seamus Finnigan's cock because it's so big and juicy and hot. I love the sensation of it running down my throat. Lalalalalaaaaa, I'm gay, I love cocks. Juicy!'

"Seamus!" cried Harry as he pushed the dirty boy off his lap. "Look what you've done! I have to hand this in to McGonagall do you realise!"

Seamus stared up apologetically as Harry started magicing off his foul words. He sidled up to the Golden Boy.

"I've been a bad boy haven't I, Harry?" asked Seamus sweetly.

"Uh-huh, you can say that again."

"And I need to be punished don't I Harry?"

Harry's head whipped round. "What?"

Seamus grinned. "You're gonna take me to our dorm, tie me up and beat me till I'm black and blue, aren't you Harry?"

The look on Harry's face cracked Seamus up. Annoyed Harry pushed the cackling boy away. That dirty little bastard!

On their right, Draco buried his face in his arms. His brief encounter with Finnigan and all the commotion with the Virgin Potion had just reminded him how really sexually starved he was. And he also remembered how it was all Blaise's fault, daring him to go on a sex-free diet for two whole months. A month had past and it had been a living hell.

"Looks like you're getting what you deserve," commented Blaise irritably, swapping seats with Crabbe (who didn't mind Pansy spewing rubbish in his ear).

"I hate you."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "You accepted the dare."

"A Malfoy never backs down at a slight to his name," sniffed Draco haughtily.

"As stubborn as a Gryffindor, you are," sighed the honey skinned Slytherin.

Draco glared at him. "That was low, Blaise."

The other boy shrugged noncommittally. "You insulted Ginny."

"So? I do that all the time. And when did you start calling her by her first name?"

"Ginny is my girlfriend."

Draco gaped. Blaise with that filthy blood traitor WEASLEY? But of course it all made sense now. How little he insulted her family recently, how often he was supposed to be in the library, how he didn't boast of who he had caught anymore. The meaning for the dare was obvious too, so Draco wouldn't force him out to those crazy orgy parties with him anymore. Blaise didn't meet his eye as he fiddled with his quill.

"You…you…traitor," Draco murmured. Blaise scoffed uneasily.

"It's not as if I'm shacking up with Potter or Granger, god forbid."

The blonde shuddered. Granger and Blaise, now there was something he did not want to think about. Bad, bad mental image. As were Granger and Weasley (male) which, however unfortunate, was not a mental one. Now Potter and Blaise…god, let's not think about that. Alright, the Weaslette did look good with Blaise and had a personality to match but still…

"She's a Weasley!"

"It's you, not me, who has a family feud against the Weasleys."

"She's a blood traitor, you said yourself!"

Blaise's eyes darkened. "Need I say, so is your aunt, so is your cousin. Anyway," he added quietly, "you know I'm not into that sort of stuff anymore."

Taking in Blaise's disappointed face, Draco realised that his best friend had been asking for his approval in his subtle, underhand way. Draco hated Weasley in every conceivable way (well, perhaps not in looks; that girl has one good ass) but Blaise meant a lot to him, for being there and supporting him.

"Are you serious about her?" he asked.

"Yes, very," answered Blaise with feeling, "Are you alright with it.?"

Draco shrugged. "I've got to hand it to her, she must be pretty something to settle you down."

Blaise smiled happily. "Trust me, she is."

"Well then that's sorted. By the way, you've better watch out, her idiot brother's been listening to every word we've said and looks like he's gonna kill you."

Draco watched Blaise spin round to a fight with Weasley and groaned again.

"I need sex, I need sex."

"Maybe I can help you there," a voice whispered in his ear as a hand began stroking down his back going further and further towards…

"Finnigan!"

Seamus grinned behind him. "Oh, hi there, Malfoy! Fancy meeting you here!"

"Don't touch me your homo hands!"

"Me?" exclaimed Seamus seeming outraged. "A homo! Now why would I hinder my options like that?"

Two dark hands placed themselves on Seamus' shoulders. Dean steered him away from the furious Malfoy, back to his desk where his successfully completed essay lay.

"Now Seamus, if you be good for the rest of the day, I'll fuck you later, OK?"

"Really?" Seamus' eyes lit up. "OK, I'll be good."

And he quickly sat down next to him. And went to sleep. Dean shook his head and muttered, "Idiot."

"How the hell can you stand that!" cried Malfoy dumbfounded. "I mean he's crazy!"

Dean shrugged. "He's not normally as bad as today. It was the cranberry juice this morning. Believe me, cranberry juice is bad for his system."

"But how do you put up with that permanently horny lunatic?"

"You get used to it," Harry joined in, "it's like how we like to know how Zabini puts up with you being such an insufferable prick."

Zabini tossed his head to their direction and snorted, "You know, I ask myself that everyday."

Before Malfoy could smack his best friend the classroom door swung open. The class hushed and rushed to their seats as Professor McGonagall entered. Only to burst out laughing. McGonagall was wearing a brown paper bag with two holes cut out for eyes in a hurried attempt to save her dignity. Or not, as it was the case. The class silenced as she gave them her sternest gaze but she could not muffle out the odd snigger.

Stupid brats.

"Students, we will this lesson be practising the spell we learnt in our last meeting, the Adfectio spell, which changes the state of matter. This should be extremely simple for you sixth years so please make sure you get this right, it will almost certainly be in your NEWTs. Get yourself each a block of clay from the front and begin."

McGonagall sighed. This Virgin Potion had brought back memories, memories of loves, memories of when she was young and beautiful. Ok fine, she was never beautiful but had been quite striking in her day. Oh and Geoffrey! She smiled underneath the paper bag at the sweet memories of her first love. No, no, she can't think about him now, she had a class to look after. Well to look at anyway.

Let's see, oh my, Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini had names all over. Quite the players, eh? Finnigan wasn't far off either. Thomas wasn't too bad, wait was that his best friend's name on there? How strange. Longbottom has a single name which was one more than she expected. Miss Granger and Weasley had each other's names like she had thought, and Potter had…oh dear god!

She was terribly thankful for the paper bag as the class turned towards her when she fell of her chair. Potter was a virgin! Why? It wasn't as if he was bad looking, quite the opposite, with that stunning mop of ebony hair mussed up just enough to look adorable, those intense emerald eyes, dark lashes, red lips, smooth tanned skin, lean strong arms to sweep you off your feet…

Oh dear god, did she just lust over her sixteen year old pupil? All those thoughts about Geoffrey must have addled her brains. Perhaps she shouldn't have drunk that bit of sherry this morning, or pondered over the non existent love life of The-Boy-Who-Lived. It was bound to be as complicated as everything else in his life.

Still, it was ridiculous that the most attractive male should be one of the only virgins in this class. Well one of the most attractive males, Draco Malfoy did equal, if not suppress, Potter in looks. She personally blamed that on the glasses. She did not like that pale baby soft skin and slender fingers which screamed 'I've never done any work in my life and I'm proud!' but even she could not deny he was handsome. She would argue though, that his face was too sharp and feminine and his eyes (whose intense crystal-like quality were similar to Potter's) were too cold and malicious, but she had a feeling that people would just drool over him rather than listen to her.

She remembered the Lovegood girl had said something about them to her this morning, before the lesson. Now what was it she said? Damnation, she can't remember! She really shouldn't have had that glass (or was it two glasses, or three?) of sherry. Oh well, neither of those boys compared to her Geoffrey anyway.

In the time which had past, Harry had made his block into a liquid, a gas and back to a solid, then dropped it, picked it up, made little figures out of it and charmed them to dance. In other words he was utterly bored. He would have asked McGonagall for some other work to do but she was looking at him weirdly and he felt slightly scared. How ironic, the only time he was willing to do extra work, the most sensible teacher in the school has to go dozy.

He would have talked to his friends but they were busy, Ron arguing with Zabini over Ginny (which Harry did NOT want to get involved in, seeing as he knew about the couple already and would be on the receiving end of Ron's wrath), and Hermione was having those 'girl talks' with Lavender and the recently awakened Parvati (which he was not going to get involved in for obvious reasons). Dean was asleep. Harry sighed boredly and glanced to his right.

Draco idly doodled onto the desk. A snitch, a snake, an ice cream cone. Sighing with as much boredom as Harry, he brought a finger to his lips and licked it, a little too provocatively than it needed to be, and wet the dry ink to wipe it away. Conscious of being watched, he looked up to see Potter staring at him again.

What is wrong with the scarhead today? He thought curiously, well; in any case, let's spice up this drab of a lesson.

He turned to face the other boy.

"What Potter, jealous?" Draco grabbed Harry's forefinger and put it almost against his lips, close enough for Draco to lick it if he had wanted to. He smirked, eyes narrowing in challenge.

Harry withdrew his hand quickly and glared angrily. Malfoy sneered and opened a packet of Drooble's best bubblegum. He took a small stick from it and put it between his forefinger and thumb. Placing it lightly on his lips, he drew his tongue back and forth, back and forth over it. Harry struggled not to be mesmerised by the almost hypnotic movement of the pink wet tongue teasing him. And he wasn't the only one. Malfoy smirked again, before placing the gum in his mouth and chewed it.

"Wouldn't you like to do that for me? Probably the closest you'll ever come to a kiss, virgin boy."

Harry coloured slightly but managed to reply coolly, "Hitting on me, Malfoy? My, my, your father's not going to be pleased by that is he?"

The class became silent, watching the two rivals in excitement. Malfoy raised his eyebrows haughtily, "You wish, Potter."

"Surprisingly enough, no I don't. Nor do I want to put anything in your mouth, but I'm sure Snape's already put something else in there, hasn't he, Malfoy?"

The Gryffindors laughed and cheered Harry's inventive comeback, while the Slytherins glowered and gritted their teeth. Malfoy's lip curled in disgust and a blush graced his cheeks.

"Just because you're sexually repressed, Potter, doesn't give you an excuse to think up sick perverted sexual fantasies concerning me and teachers," he leered, giving his housemates a chance to jeer at their enemy. Just as Harry, red and furious, was about retort, the bell for the end of the lesson rang. Students packed up and ran out, as McGonagall dismissed them dreamily. Fuming, Harry grabbed Malfoy's elbow as the blonde was leaving.

"This isn't over, Malfoy!"

Draco grinned evilly. "Oh no Potter, this is just beginning."

No one noticed as they left, a lone head nodding in agreement in the corridor.

PHEW! That was a long chapter. If you are offended by Seamus' hyperactive crudeness, I'm sorry, I'm really am! It's not my fault he had cranberry juice hides behind sofa. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it so far, any review will be appreciated. A lot! So pleez comment. And don't get worried about Harry's (and Draco's) current straightness, if I say this is a Draco Harry slash fic, then it is. All in good time…