A/N: Longest chapter yet. I hope it answers some questions that a few people left me in the reviews. Draco isn't going to a teacher for help. This chapter explains why not. This is way more interesting. I'm not following how Draco would act in the stories, ok guys?


Both boys stood still staring at eachother in what little light they had. Harry seemed to be seething, Draco showed no emotion,"What the hell happened last night?"

"I am trying to tell you Potter."

"Well, tell me now! Why the hell did you-" he leaned closer to Draco and whispered,"kiss me last night? What are you playing at?"

"I'm not playing at anything. It was a mistake, and I'd be happy to tell you but-"

Harry didn't wait for Draco to finish, he cut him off,"I don't know what you're doing, but I don't enjoy being kissed by my mortal enemy in the storage room."

"If you would-" Draco began and Harry once again cut him off.

"What the hell gave you the idea to just kiss me all of a sudden? I honestly don't know about you anymore."

Tired of being shut up when he had something to say, Draco clamped his hand over Harry's mouth,"Shut up for once and you might learn something. We can't do it here. Too many people walking by." he said nodding his head in the direction of a group of passing third years. "Meet me tonight, in the storage room. I'll tell you everything you need to know." his hand had left his mouth now, and Harry was looking at him through narrowed eyes.

"What is going to make me believe, this isn't some sort of joke?" He asked leaning up against the wall.

Draco sighed and stole a glance at the floor,"Nothing, but if you want to know, come. "

"We don't even have to work on our potion tonight." Harry said still unsure of whether or not to show up.

"I know, and that's not why you're coming. If you want to know show up, if you don't want to know, don't show up, and I'll figure out what to do about this, by myself. "

"What?"

"Decide what you want to do. I'll understand if you don't want to though." He started to leave the corner, said 'nox' and the wand tip went out. Harry was still standing there, very confused.

"Same time as always?" he called from the bottom of the stairs. Draco slowly turned to him and shook his head. Then, he made his way down the stone steps and towards the Slytherin Dorm.

Harry had the hardest time trying to get out of the Gryffindor Tower that night. Ron and Hermione were still bickering, and when Harry said he had to go meet Draco to work on the potion, Ron got mad, his ears turned bright red and he stomped up the stairs to the boys rooms. Hermione shrugged and pulled out another book on potions and began to read.

Just as he was about to pass through the portrait, Colin Creevy stopped him by taking a few pictures, and talking really fast about what he just saw Luna Lovegood and Neville doing in the hallway. Harry just backed up slowly, inch by inch as Colin tried to give him the best description of what happened. Harry still isn't sure what he saw however, because the words were flying out of his mouth.

He finally got away from Colin and slowly made his way through the dimly lit halls and up the stairs of which all the paintings were yelling things at him. One woman with a baby, decided that Harry had awoke him, and that to solve this problem, she had to scream obscenities at him until she could see him no longer.

Harry didn't know what he expected to see when he reached the storage room, but what he did see, surprised him. Draco was sitting there, on the table, one leg resting on the floor, staring out the window. Harry stood watching him from the doorway for a few minutes before he stepped inside. Draco looked up at him,"I didn't think you'd come."

Harry grinned,"I had to see what this was all about. It's not every day, Draco Malfoy wants to tell Harry Potter about something."

Draco sort of grinned and then said,"You know, you didn't have to."

Harry sighed and took a seat,"Just tell me what this is all about. If you're going to stall, I could have stayed in the common room and listen to Ron and Hermione bicker all night long."

"And that is better than talking to me?" Draco asked cocking his head to the side.

"Tell me. Last night, you kissed me, and I know that's not something we do often."

Draco sighed and stood from the table, walking to the window,"Ok, this is going to sound really odd, and I don't know exactly how to say this, so I'll just go right ahead and say," he took a deep breath,"I'm under the influence of Essence of Aphrodite oil."

Harry's eyes went wide,"What? You took it?"

"No, Remember on Friday when you were picking up something from the floor and I was cussing? Well I spilled the oil. I walked to the shelf to get a pair of dragon hide gloves, tripped and my hand went right into the oil."

"Is that why?"

"I kissed you? Yes. I did some research about it, it really is as powerful as everyone claims. The first person I saw, after the oil was on my hands, was you, that means, I'm in love with you."

"By your-"

"Not by freewill. I don't love you, I'm in love with you. There's a difference."

"I don't see it."

There was a pause,"Well there is a difference, now, if you excuse me, I am going to leave." Draco said trying to move past Harry.

He grabbed a handful of his robes,"No, you obviously asked me here for another reason. Not to just tell me about this problem, so you aren't going to leave, until you tell me what else it is you want."

Draco's eyes were wide, he pulled away from Harry and brushed himself off and crossed his arms,"There is nothing else."

"If I didn't know any better, you sounded like you needed help with this earlier. " Harry moved to block the doorway when Draco looked like he was about to run. "What have you found out about this so far."

Draco sighed and took a seat,"It's like the Imperius curse. Pretty soon, I won't know the difference between what I want, and what the potion is forcing upon me. Pretty soon, it will have taken me over completely. I found a section about it in one of my books, but the thing is, the rest of the page was missing. I have no idea how to stop it."

"Go to Snape, or, or Madam Pomfrey."

"No, you don't understand. I am supposed to be the epitome of perfection. Since my father is in Azkaban, I can't bring anymore shame to the family, this would get all over soon enough. It would get back to my father, I cannot do that, Potter!" his pale face had a tint of red to it for a change.

"What can I do?" Harry asked feeling concerned. He may not get along with him all the time, but being under the confines of a love oil cannot be a good thing. He would help in anyway possible. Afterall, Harry was present when the accident happened, he felt that he somehow should have been able to prevent it.

Draco sighed, defeated,"Help me search for books. There really isn't anything else we can do."

Harry shook his head,"I'm sure we'll find something. It'll be alright, really, it will be."

"I'm not sure about that." Draco moved to the door now and Harry moved aside, his hand was on the knob now.

"Why did you tell me?"

"I thought you had the right to know." Draco replied.

"You didn't have to tell me you know." Harry said.

"I don't know why I did then."

Draco was standing in the hall now, and Harry followed,"You aren't lying to me, are you?"

"Why would I lie about something like this?"

"You tell me." Harry said,"You've lied to me about stuff before, gotten me into lots of trouble too."

"I said you didn't have to help. You obviously don't care, I don't even know why I told you." He said and began to walk off again.

"I'll help. Just promise me, that you aren't lying."

"I-I'm not, and you have to promise me something too." He said in a whisper that Harry barely caught.

He nodded,"I promise."

"Don't tell anyone."

"I won't."

Harry lay in bed that night, replaying everything exactly as it had gone down in the storage room. Draco. Love oil. In love with Harry. The words had swirled around in his mind until he thought that having a pensive around would be really beneficial right now. He was at a loss however, on how he was going to help him. He said he had found some things, but the page on what he needed to know was missing. What they did need however, was probably in the restricted section, and not too many teachers wrote notes for that section, unless it was really necessary.

"I'll help. Just promise me, that you aren't lying."

"I-I'm not, and you have to promise me something too." He said in a whisper that Harry barely caught.

He nodded,"I promise."

"Don't tell anyone."

"I won't."


Those words haunted him until he decided that he couldn't keep this to himself. He was going to tell the one person that knew more about everything than anyone he knew. He just hoped Hermione wouldn't think he was crazy.

After dinner on Monday evening, when Ron had stormed off because of something Hermione had said, he launched his attack, "Hermione, can we talk for a moment? It's sort of important."

She studied him for a second through narrowed eyes,"What is this about?"

"It's just, really important,"Harry said with increased urgency,"I sort of need your help with something."

She slowly stood from the table,"Let's go the library, hardly anyone is there anymore."

Hermione sat at a table close to the back of the library while she watched Harry pace back and forth for a few minutes,"So, what is this about?"

He took a deep breath,"It's sort of a complicated thing, and well you are going to say I'm crazy for agreeing for this, but, you're the only one that I know can help me."

"Get on with it Harry." she said growing slightly impatient.

He took a deep breath again and proceeded to tell her everything Draco had told him the night before. Her eyes grew wide and her brow creased as she thought about what he had just said.

"And you believe him?" she asked disbelieving him. "This is Malfoy Harry, not Ron. Why would you?"

"I was in the room with him Mione, I heard something fall onto the table. I saw his feet as he tripped. I have no reason not to believe him."

Hermione moved in her seat a bit,"I have a bad feeling about this Harry. I just...something just doesn't feel right."

"What is that?"

"I don't know, but it's something."

Harry took a seat and studied her carefully,"Will you help?"

"Why did you agree to help him?"

"I feel responsible, I was there with him."

"You didn't do it." She said picking at the table.

"I know, but I agreed, and I can't back out now."

She sighed a deep sigh and looked him in the eyes, Harry knew she was going to say yes,"I have a free week. Our potion needs a dormant period, but after this week, I don't think I can help you anymore. Get with Malfoy, get the names of the books he checked. I'll start where he left off, but this doesn't mean that you aren't going to help too. Malfoy is as well. I am not doing this by myself, because I'm not the one that agreed to help him."

"You agreed to help me." He said leaning forward.

"I know, but there is a difference."

"You told Granger?" Malfoy said, anger rising.

Harry had sent him an owl as soon as he got done talking to Hermione. Malfoy was prompt with a response and agreed to meet him in the storage room. Now he was standing, hand poised in mid-air, staring Harry down like he would stare down his prey,"Yes! She's the smartest person I know and I know she'll be able to help us find a cure!"

"That's not the point! You told someone and you said you wouldn't!" He shouted.

Harry was beginning to get angry himself,"Listen, do you want help or not? If you do, Hermione can help, if you don't, forget you ever told me, forget I told Hermione and go back to being in love with me!" Harry shouted back.

Malfoy looked shocked, he took a few steps back as if he had been punched, he clutched his head,"Fine." he said as if in pain,"Fine, but she better prove to be as smart as you say she is, because I don't think I can take much more of this."

Harry was confused. Something else must be happening with the oil. "What do you mean?"

Malfoy had taken a seat by now, still clutching his head, he spoke slowly,"It's getting worse. Every emotion you feel, if it's powerful enough, I feel. It makes me sick. You were angry just now. I felt it."

He was angry, Harry had to admit, and seeing Draco like this worried him. His skin was really pale, his eyes were almost like ice. Harry reach out to touch him, he was as cold as ice,"I'm sorry," he truly was.

Draco didn't pull away at first, he looked at Harry, and slowly moved,"It's not your fault." Draco began to feel that familar tugging around his body again, before you know it, he lunged at Harry, their lips meeting once again. Draco tried to deepen the kiss, but Harry pulled away,"Er."

"I'm sorry." Draco said at once.

Before Harry had the chance to say that it wasn't his fault, Draco had bolted, leaving only the faint smell of his exspensive cologne.