Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKRowling, the lucky woman. I do not own him. Or any of his sexy friends. Damn.

Warnings: Slashy goodness :D

Spoilers. Don't know how many, because story is still in progress so i'll play safe and say spoilers for all the books, everywhere.

Author's Note: This is set during Harry's sixth or seventh year. It's meant to be cannon but i've ignored some stuff that doesn't fall into place with my story. Oh and I might venture off in my own little world now and then. Please be gentle with me. I bruise easily. Give reveiws? and constructive critisism, as i may need a little push now and then and i like to know what you all think. Hope you enjoy :)

Story still in progress...


Harry stormed over to the Gryffindor table in the morning. His eyes were tired, but furious. He tapped Romilda Vane on the back. She turned around, then beamed at him. "Harry!" she said.

He merely nodded. "Could I see you for a minute…in private?" He said through his teeth.

"Oh! Oh, of course Harry!" She grinned. She turned back to friends and eyed them meaningfully. She tossed her hair and joined him as he walked outside into the grounds. He walked into the shadow of a tree and turned to face her, his expression stony.

"What did you do to me?" He cut to the chase. She blinked innocently.

"What? Harry I didn't do anything! Why? Do you…feel different?" she asked, attempting to sound innocent. Her question confirmed his suspicions.

"You put a potion in the pitcher I poured my pumpkin juice from Romilda, don't deny it. Now, what did you do to me?" he repeated, angrier.

"Oh Harry, "she smiled at him. "The way you feel about me isn't anything I've done! I knew you felt the same!" she skipped forwards and linked her arms around his neck. Harry meanwhile, stood frozen for half a second. He firmly removed her arms from his neck.

"What are you on about, "the way I feel about you"? I don't feel anything for you!" he hissed.

Romilda frowned, clearly confused. "But then…how can you think I've done anything…" Understanding flickered across her face and she gasped. "You feel something for someone else!"

Harry nodded.

"Who!?" she demanded. Harry frowned in puzzlement.

"I thought… never mind. Did you make the potion or not?" he said.

"…I didn't make it." she admitted.

Harry faltered. "Well…who did!?" he demanded.

Romilda looked sheepish. "Hermione Granger."

~~*~~

Harry returned to Gryffindor tower immediately.

"HERMIONE!" he bellowed once he was in the common room. Several people jumped in shock and stared at him, but he ignored them. Hermione came running down the stairs.

"Harry! What's wrong!? I heard you from upstairs-"

"Could I talk to you. In private." he cut across her, anger evident in his voice.

Hermione gulped, her eyes wide. "Yes, um. Your dormitory?" she squeaked. Harry pushed past her and led the way up to the 6th year boys dorm. He made sure they were alone before he rounded on her.

"You made Romilda Vane a potion." he stated.

"Yes…" Hermione gulped. Harry stared at her.

"She used it on me."

Hermione gasped. "Really!? What happened!?"

"It worked." Harry said simply. Hermione gaped at him.

"So…you're in love with Romilda Vane!?" she said, disbelief and surprise colouring her tone.

Harry hesitated. "Not exactly." he said. He could see she was going to press him for more information.

"I need a way to reverse it Hermione, you made it, you can fix it." He said. Then, something occurred to him.

"Ron drank it." He said, looking at her. She remained silent. "That potion is affecting Ron as well, Hermione. Not as much as me, but I guess that's just utter luck because he loved you way before he drank it, he's loved you since about first year." Harry laughed softly, his anger ebbing away. "So even when you reverse it he'll still love you." Hermione just stared at him.

"So…you're not in love with Romilda Vane?" she asked slowly.

"Not especially." Harry allowed. Hermione frowned.

"But if the potions affecting you…you must have feelings for someone!" she said.

Harry shrugged. "I guess…now."

Hermione shook her head. "No, no you don't understand,. You must have feelings for someone -"

"Alright!" Harry interrupted her. "Alright, I do then." he admitted, feeling foolish.

"Who!?" she asked.

"Look Hermione, I want this reversed. It's driving me insane. Anything you need me to do I'll do it I just can't go on like this much longer or I'm going to explode." he sighed.

"But- Harry-" she started, but Harry held up his hand.

"I don't know why you gave her that potion Hermione and I don't care, but you owe it to me …it's your fault as much as Romilda's."

"I'll…I'll do what I can Harry…" she said, not quite meeting his eye. "Who is it?" she asked again.

Harry bit his lip. "It doesn't matter. This will all be a bad joke we can look back on and laugh about later. "He laughed feebly. "Thanks Hermione I really appreciate it, I really need your help." And with that, he opened the door and left.

All his talking about his situation with Malfoy seemed to have reminded him how much he wanted to see him. Not just see him, but touch him, and kiss him. He ran a hand through his hair as he wandered down towards the Great Hall. His eyes swept the hall and he spotted Malfoy immediately. He was getting up from his seat at Slytherin table, at the opposite end of the table from the other Slytherins. Harry waited outside for him. As soon as Malfoy walked out of the hall Harry rounded on him.

"I need to talk to you." he muttered.

Malfoy stood with his arms folded. "So talk." he said.

"In private." Harry said, feeling like he'd be a millionaire if he had a Galleon for every time he'd said that today. Malfoy nodded slowly.

"Thanks." Harry said. He turned and led the way up the stairs, heading for a room he knew was hidden behind a statue in a passageway that was hidden by a large tapestry on the fourth floor. He led Malfoy into the windowless room and closed the door behind them, then he turned to face Malfoy properly.

He was wearing a white shirt, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and black trousers. His blonde hair was sleek and shiny.

"When you've finished staring Potter," Malfoy drawled, snapping Harry out of his reverie, "I believe you had something to say?"

Harry blinked. "Uh, yeah! Yeah so I did." He looked at Malfoy and made the mistake of gazing into his eyes. He swallowed. "But first things first." He crossed the short distance between them, gripped Malfoy's shoulders, and leaned in to kiss him. Malfoy leaned his head back and away from Harry. Harry closed his eyes and sighed sadly. He leaned his head against Malfoy's cheek.

"Please." he whispered softly.

His plea seemed to shock Malfoy, and he felt him shudder. Slowly, Malfoy turned his face back around, his lips resting against Harry's. Harry kissed him softly. He let out a ragged breath against his lips and his arms wound around Malfoy's waist, who stood rigid. He broke away to kiss along Malfoy's jaw and then went back to his mouth, stroking his lips with his tongue and biting his bottom lip softly. Malfoy moved his arms up to Harry's and released his hold on him. Harry got the message.

He pulled back but rested his forehead against Malfoy's, keeping his eyes closed. "O.K" he whispered. He stepped away from Malfoy and backed further away, turning away from him.

"Hermione gave Romilda the potion." he said.

"What!? Granger!?" Malfoy stammered.

"I know." Harry grimaced feebly. "Obviously she didn't know it would lead to this. I asked her to reverse it and she said she's going to fix it…so pretty soon I'll be back to normal and you won't have to worry about me attacking you any more." he laughed softly. In truth, he couldn't imagine not wanting to kiss Malfoy, not wanting the touch of his skin. He'd been under the effect for the potion for just over a week, but already it felt like he'd always felt this way about him. It was starting to mess with his head.

"Good." said Malfoy tersely.

Harry turned around to look at him. He took it all in. "Next time I see you, I might be cured!" he smiled feebly. If truth be told he wasn't so sure he wanted to be cured, but he knew that was just the effects of the potion.

Malfoy merely nodded. Harry stepped closer. "So…maybe…just one last one," he looked up into Malfoy's eyes, which seemed cold and empty. "One last one for luck?" he asked casually, unwilling to show how much he wanted it.

Malfoy stepped back, waving his hands. "No."

Harry blinked.

"It's better that way." he said.

Harry shook his head. "Now that I'm not allowed, I want it even more." he whispered, taking a step closer. He stared into Malfoy's eyes, they seemed desolate. A deep, dark sea, void of any life.

He stepped closer again. "Please?" he asked again. Malfoy inhaled sharply.

"You can't." he said, his voice shaking slightly.

Harry knew he should feel bad for pushing Malfoy so much when he'd already allowed far more than he would have ever expected.

Harry looked at the frown on his face, the slight parting of his lips and the faint flicker in his eyes. Anticipation. He wasn't sure what Harry would do.

Harry stroked his face while Malfoy stood stock still, staring at him.

Harry sighed. "I can't imagine not feeling this way" he said softly.

Harry thought he heard Malfoy mumble; "I know."

Harry's eyes flashed up to his and Malfoy looked away. "But you don't want to feel like this." he said, shaking his head. There was a moment of silence between them.

"One more for luck? The last…?" Harry asked again. Malfoy made no move to indicate yes or no. Harry took his face in his hands and leaned in, stopping a fraction away from Malfoy's lips, waiting for him to move away. When he didn't, Harry closed the gap and kissed him deeply. He felt an odd sense that he was losing something. He kissed him deeper and faster to ease it. It welled up inside him and threatened to burst out, so Harry kissed Malfoy desperately, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt something hot and wet spill down his cheek and his first thought was that it was raining. Then he remembered where he was, in a windowless stone room where rain could not penetrate. He felt Malfoy raise a hand to his cheek and sweep his thumb across it, and the wetness was gone. He realised he was crying. He pushed himself closer to Malfoy, who withdrew his hand but kissed Harry back. His breathing eased up almost instantly. He kissed Malfoy again, tasting every part of his mouth with his tongue, imprinting it in his memory. Malfoy's tongue stroked his and seemed to be soothing him. Soon, he was calm. He kissed Malfoy softly on the lips and Malfoy kissed him softly in return. Harry reached his hand up to tangle in Malfoy's beautiful hair. He leaned his head against Malfoy's as they broke apart for air.

"Stop." Malfoy whispered, almost pleadingly. Harry pulled back.

"That's it. Nothing more." Malfoy said, his voice shaking. Harry nodded. He realised he must have pushed Malfoy to his limit and that his involvement in Harry's curse must be taking it's toll on him.

"Thank you," Harry whispered. "You've done so much more than I could have ever asked. I'd never have expected it of you."

Malfoy blinked, looked down at the floor and said nothing.

"You could have made this so much more difficult more me…but you didn't. Thank you. Maybe…once I'm cured…"

Malfoy looked back up at him.

"Maybe we could be friends?" Harry said, barely believing that he was saying it. Part of him didn't trust Malfoy, yet another part felt like he couldn't exist without him. He knew it was just the potion and that he would feel differently once he was cured but he still felt like he owed Malfoy something…owed him a lot.

Malfoy laughed harshly. "You'd regret it once you were cured. Besides…I don't think there's any going back from this." he stared into Harry's eyes. "I think it's best if we just stay away from each other from now on."

Harry felt a pang in his chest, though he knew its was just the potion making him react like that.

He nodded, a lump in his throat.

"So…goodbye Potter." He turned and walked quickly from the room.

"Goodbye Malfoy…" Harry whispered. He hugged his arms across his chest and stood staring at the door after Malfoy had left.

~~*~~

Malfoy had spent the entire week avoiding him.

Every time he caught his eye, he looked away. Every time they were in the same class together, Malfoy left quickly, as though he was afraid Harry would jump him again. And every time their eyes met, there was a desolate look in Malfoy's eyes, which faded into ice before he looked away from Harry.

Harry knew he had pushed him too far, had asked too much of him. It was stupid for him not to realise that this had affected Malfoy too. He was worn out, and being repeatedly kissed against your will isn't exactly a pleasant thing. Harry felt terrible, but knew he couldn't make it up to him because all he wanted to do was hold him and kiss him. Tonight, however, that was all going to change. Hermione had sent him a note when Professor Binns wasn't looking.

Harry,

Meet me in the library after my Arithmancy class.

I think it's best if you don't bring Ron along, we need to talk about this potion.

Hermione.

After reading the note, Harry had turned and beamed at Hermione. She had obviously figured out a way to cure him. "Thank you" he mouthed. She looked back up at Professor Binns and scribbled frantically.

So Harry was already waiting in the deserted library when she walked through the door.

"Hermione, thank you so much - honestly you don't know how awful it's been, I felt like I've been going insane."

Hermione made a face. "Harry you might want to hear what I've got to say before you thank me." she said grimly. She sat down in a chair facing him, but he remained standing, rooted to the spot.

"What do you mean?" he asked, feeling like his bubble was about to be well and truly burst.

"Could you sit down first?" Hermione asked timidly. Harry did so and Hermione inhaled a deep breath.

"Right well…you…that is to say, I…um." She mumbled frantically. Harry held up his hand.

"Whoa Hermione stop. Calm down and tell me." he said, his eyes wide. This wasn't good. Hermione inhaled deeply.

"What kind of potion do you think I gave Romilda Vane?" she asked quietly. Harry frowned, confused.

"A lust…or love potion of some sort."

Hermione shook her head. Harry froze.

"Well then…how am I like this?" he asked, utterly confused.

"I gave her a potion…but it wasn't a lust potion…or a love potion." She explained, twisting her hands in her lap.

"Well then what the hell was it cause it's been driving me crazy." he said through his teeth. Hermione was being infuriating, they'd been through this already!

She took a deep breath again and glanced around to make sure no-one else was around. "Remember that potion we made in Snape's class?" she said, lowering her voice.

"I don't know Hermione, we make a lot in his class, that's why its called Potions."

Hermione nodded. "Well erm, remember that one we made a few weeks ago? The Revelation Draught?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah…?" Harry said slowly, unable to see where she was taking this.

"Well…Romilda came to me that day and asked if I'd help her make one - she said she wanted to reveal a subconscious memory that she'd had when she was young. I didn't ask many questions because it seemed so personal, but I didn't have the time to help her brew one…so I gave her the sample I'd taken from mine in potions." She explained. Harry sat frowning, unable to understand.

"I don't see what this has to do with me." he said slowly.

"I'm getting to that." Hermione nodded. "You see, well, you must have noticed that Romilda Vane has a huge crush on you?" She asked. Harry nodded slowly. Hermione continued, "Well, I think she deluded herself into thinking that you felt the same, but you just didn't know how to express it…" she explained. Harry's frown deepened.

"That's insane." he said.

Hermione nodded. "Not the best approach." she agreed. "But you see, she was so convinced of this that, I think, she decided she wanted to make it a bit easier for you to understand what she thought you were feeling." She eyed Harry meaningfully. He raised his eyebrow.

"That's warped." he commented, laughing.

"Don't you see though? She spiked your pumpkin juice with a Revelation Draught, but it backfired."

Harry frowned, though he could almost feel the conclusion they were about to reach.

"You saw how it affected Ron. Don't you remember the other qualities of a Revelation Draught?" she asked him, her eyes wide.

"To reveal a person who was magically disguised and-" Harry stopped dead, his heart stuttered and he felt like his entire body had been drenched in cold water. His eyes glazed over and his jaw hung slack.

"Yes?" Hermione prompted him.

"To reveal subconscious or repressed emotions." His voice sounded hollow.

Hermione nodded. He stared at her, unwilling to accept the conclusion this left him with.

"You said that Ron had loved me since about first year, "she went on. Harry clung to her voice like a lifeline to stop him from sinking. "You thought it was utter luck that it was me he fixated on. But…don't you see? If he really has loved me for all that time - it couldn't have been anyone else."

She assessed his vacant expression. "Harry," she began, and he looked up, his eyes wide. "This potion would not have affected you if the emotions you are feeling now weren't already boiling under the surface."

Harry just stared. He didn't want to believe it. It was so much easier to deal with when he thought he was cursed. So much easier to give in to his desire without having to think about it. To give in to a desire which, according to Hermione, had been hidden for a long time.

"The potion does cause heightened emotions, but by no means are they constructed emotions. They are only so extreme because all the pent up emotion is being released at the one time. It would be even worse if you hadn't yet realised how you felt." She said softly.

Harry couldn't bring himself to speak. He couldn't believe it. Yet, he knew with every fibre in his being, that it was true. All the fights he'd had with Malfoy…the rivalry between them…his inexplicable need to best himself in front him. No one could get him worked up like Malfoy did. No-one else was able to get as far under his skin, and now he knew why.

"It…it can't…" he stuttered. Hermione just stared at him, something close to pity on her face.

"Harry…?" she said. He slowly fixed his gaze on her, his jaw hanging wide.

"Who is it?" she asked, reaching out a hand to him. He closed his mouth and swallowed.

"I…no-one." He said, his voice still hollow and strange. "It doesn't matter. It's…I'll ignore it." He closed his eyes tight and inhaled sharply.

Hermione stared at him. "Harry…I have to ask…"

Harry froze and his fists clenched. Had she guessed? Was he that obvious?

"It's not…Ginny? Is it?" she looked almost hopeful. Harry exhaled.

"No." he said simply. Her eyes widened.

"Oh…I thought, well…I'd hoped-"

"It's not her." he said. "Its not even a her." He thought, grimacing.

"Well, then, who-"

"I can't tell you Hermione. Please don't try to guess. Lets just try and forget about this?" he asked, his eyes beseeching.

"Well…if you think that's best…?" Hermione said, sounding uncertain.

"Yes. Yes I just want to forget it ever happened." He said firmly. But he didn't and he couldn't. Every kiss, every touch, every flutter of his stomach and race of his heart were firmly etched into his brain, as was the catalyst - Malfoy.


A/N: What do you think? I hope it's coming across alright :)

Also, i couldn't resist having Harry and Malfoy stuck in a small confined space, cliche as it is haha. As much as i'd like to take full credit for the locked-in-a-trunk scenario, I got the idea from Rhysen's "Irresistible Poison." which is amazing and beautifully written and if you haven't read it, you really should :D

ANYWAY - thanks to all who have read this so far, and those of you who have reviewed, i really appreciate it :D

I've written the next chapter but i'm not sure if it's the direction i want to take this in. I'm going to play about with it and hopefully it will be uploaded very soon :)