"Granger, Potter, you're potion."
Hermione snapped her fingers in front of her currently drooling best friend's face.
Snape glared at both of them.
"Potter, kindly stop oogling Draco, and follow Granger to the front of the room."
The class broke into titters, before their professor's glare quieted them. Draco buried his pleased, red face into his Potions book, while Hermione, and his blushing boyfriend made their way to Snape.
"Drink the potion, Potter."
Harry nervously uncorked the vial, grimacing at the Veritaserum's stench. The Savior bit his lip...before, throwing back his head, and drinking it in one gulp. Hermione twisted a piece of bushy hair, nervously.
Snape grinned, and the whole class blanched.
"Your favorite color, Potter?"
"Silver."
Snape smirked. "A Slytherin color? Why?", he asked, even though he knew exactly why.
"Because-" Harry put his hands over his mouth.
Snape gave a dramatic sigh. "I guess you and Granger will be accepting a failing grade-"
Hermione snatched the boy's hands from his mouth, and Harry blurted out,
"...there the color of Draco's eyes!"
Laughter broke out throughout the classroom, and this time Snape didn't stop it. Smirking, the professor said, "You may take your seats."
Hermione quickly rushed to her table, and sat. Harry, however, stood frozen in front of the class, mortified. Snape sneered at him. "I said, sit, Potter." The boy blinked.
"Come get your...boyfriend", Snape spat, "Mr. Malfoy, before he get's himself a detention."
Draco hugged his petrified boyfriend, and whispered, "That was unbelievably sweet."
Harry cocked his head. "Really?"
The blond gritted his teeth. Obviously, the only way Harry was going to sit down, was if Draco gushed out his feelings, like a bloody girl. "Yes, really."
"Harry, you've been staring at me all through class, and you-" Draco shook his head, blushing. "You just said silver was your favorite color, because it's the color of my eyes. Harry, you've made feel so bloody special, I just-"
Harry interrupted him with his lips, but ended quickly do Snape's growl.
"That's because you are so bloody special, babe."
"Babe?" Draco thought if he blushed any deeper, his complexion would permanently be red.
Harry gave his boyfriend an eskimo kiss. "Yes. Babe."
Ron blanched. "I wish the twins hadn't even created that stupid Fancy Ball."
"Fancy what?", Snape snapped.