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AN: This is the last and final chapter. I do hope you like it. Thanks for reading and thanks to everyone who has been waiting for the end to come out. ^_^ Cheers!

"Nato Potion." Professor Snape glared around the classroom. "Do it right, the potion should simmer into a light blue color because the fish scales blend into the dried Billywig stings. Do it wrong and the object you are trying to float will disintegrate." He gave the class a sneering smile. "I do wish you the best of luck."

The students got up to get the ingredients and their cauldrons ready. Ten minutes into the class Neville was still trembling and Hermione was almost finished.

"Well he's in a pleasant mood," Hermione said while watching everyone. You were supposed to wait a few minutes before it was properly boiled.

Ron and Harry nodded. Hermione looked at Ron and gave him an "Apologize-now" face.

"Look Harry, what I did was so stupid."

Harry didn't look at him. "It's okay, don't worry about it."

"Harry, I really mean it. It was totally thick-headed of me and-"

Hermione seized the opportunity and picked up a fish scale. She held it tight and closed her eyes.

Sorry Harry.

The potion made a loud plopping noise as the extra fish scale was added.

Meanwhile Harry and Ron were smiling at each other. Ron caught Hermione's eye and winked when Harry turned back to his potion.

Everything's ok, she thought. Everything is back to normal for now.

 "Now that everyone should be finished," Professor Snape's cold eyes wandered over to the wavering Neville, who was counting his fish scales for the 15th time, "Please drop the bronze disc given to you earlier and drop it into the potion. If all goes right it should float on the surface. If it goes wrong you get detention for a week. Not that I expect any of you (--he purposely looked at Harry--) to screw up."

With nine identical splashes and plops the coins fell. Harry watched his with a smile. He had counted everything perfectly. Nothing happened. He raised an eyebrow and looked over at Hemione's, which was shining with a new floating disc. He blinked and looked at his again. Still nothing. Then all of a sudden his cauldron gave a huge shudder causing most of its contents to spill onto the floor with a horrible acidic sound.

"POTTER!" Professor Snape was by his side in a second. "Stupid boy." He picked up a solitary Billywig stinger and dropped it into what was left of the potion. The hissing stopped and the liquid on the floor vanished. "The fish scales and the stings need to be an equal amount."

Harry blinked at him. "I DID put in the same amount!"

"Obviously, you did not."

Harry glared in response and Hermione looked away.

Sorry again Harry. It's for your own good.

"Since you aren't able to follow instructions like the rest of us, instead of detention you will have to spend a whole 5 hours getting tutored by one of your own." Harry's eyes darted toward Hermione. She was the best in this class.

Then his stomach lurched. No she isn't, he thought. That would be--  

"Draco Malfoy. Care to be his teacher? I'm sure you'll get through to him," Snape smiled fondly in Draco's direction, who nodded once with an evil smile.

"It would be my pleasure."

"I hate him."

Ron was trying to console Harry about today's events and for what lie ahead of him. Snape had conveniently scheduled their lesson a half an hour after dinner.

"Don't worry about it, I mean so what if he is a brainless git. Honestly, I don't know what you see in him--"

Harry looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "What!? No I meant Snape!"

He stood up. He didn't need to talk about his feelings about Draco to Ron right then.

He forced a smile at Ron. "Best be going."

"Do you want me to wish you 'Good Luck'?"

But he was gone.

Draco was waiting patiently in the Potions room at exactly a half an hour after dinner. He smiled. A whole 5 hours of Harry all to himself. A whole five hours of what he hoped to be many more snogging sessions. He laughed a little.

"Draco your mind really is in the gutter."

He frowned. What if it was all an elaborate trick? Truth be told, he did deserve something for being rotten to Harry, Ron and Hermione all these years and he knew it. If he was going to get punished for it sooner or later, why wait?

But then, what if it wasn't a trick? What if Harry really was wearing his heart on his sleeve? If that was the case, Draco didn't deserve him even though he so wanted to.

"Ahem."

Draco looked up to see a black haired green-eyed boy standing in the doorway.

"Do I really need to tell you to come in?"

Harry took a seat across from Draco.

Oh love, you could have sat closer. I don't bite. Or do I? I must test that out later.

"So uh, what are you teaching me then?"

How I could make you love someone so much that you would give up everything for them, and let you know that that person would do the same for you.

"Potions."

"No kidding."

That's right, I'm not kidding.

"Are we re-doing my futile potion then?"

"I'd rather do you." Sure why not.

Oh damn.

Harry smiled amused. "Do I want to know what you're thinking?"

And in an instant Draco was sitting in Harry's lap, their faces only inches apart.

Draco smiled gently at him, looking deeply into those pools of emerald. "I'd rather show you."

His voice was so tender. Harry was shocked yet again as he felt warm lips on his own. It was nothing like Harry had ever imagined. How could someone like Draco be so gentle like this? He expected him to be aggressive and demanding, but he wasn't. And it felt unbelievable. 

And too soon Draco pulled away and Harry murmured out a "No!"

Draco smiled devilishly. "Oh I'm not done with you yet." And he leaned in again and kissed him just as gentle as before. He was ever so careful when he parted his own lips slightly so he could run his tongue along Harry's bottom lip.

He tastes so sweet. Like a Christmas candy but three times as good.

And Harry opened up his mouth to him giving Draco all the access he wanted.

No, better make that 10 times as good.

Harry started to get his nerve and their tongues brushed ever so slightly.

100 times.

It was Harry who became demanding and aggressive first. As he quickened the pace, their tongues battled fiercely for power.

Oh god, 1,000,000 times.

Needing much awaited air, Draco pulled away, looking yet again into brilliant colored eyes.

Both panting a little Draco cupped Harry's face, gingerly rubbing his cheek with his thumb.

"Harry-"

"No. Don't. Don't say it." He said firmly, looking away from the angelic face in front of him and shutting his eyes tightly wondering if this was all a wonderful dream and he'd wake up any moment to return to reality.

Draco gently turned his face toward him. "Look at me. Please."

He had sounded so pleading that Harry couldn't not look at his face. He sounded so worried and it made Harry's heart melt.

"Why can't I say it? You need to know. You need to hear it from me."

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's middle. He felt so warm and natural in his arms. He looked into Draco's eyes through heavily lidded ones. "Because once you say it, I'll never be able to forget it, and I'll never be able to let you go. Ever."

Draco smiled; a playful grin fighting it's way to the surface as he gave Harry's scar a quick kiss. "Love, I'm not going anywhere."

"What are you crying for?" Ron said incredulously, stepping down from the books they had used as a makeshift stool to spy on Harry and Draco. He handed her a tissue, which she took and used very loudly.

"It's just so- beautiful."

Ron wrinkled his nose. He thought quidditch was beautiful. He thought wizard chess was beautiful. He thought Hermione was beautiful. He definitely did not think Harry and Draco together was beautiful.

Maybe I'll get used to it, he thought.

Hermione seemed to read his doubts. "Ron, look at him. This is what he wants."

Ron smiled and put an arm around her shoulders, leaning over slightly to kiss her cheek. "I only want Harry to be happy." 

He stood on his tiptoes and gazed at the two boys once more.

By the looks of it, Harry was very happy indeed.