Authors Notes: Finally started back up on this, ne? Heeheehee. Allrighty, let's get started, ne? ^_^ Heehee.

This chapter is dedicated to my STILL best two guys friends (You guys both suck...breaking up..bah.) I love you both muchies!

Brady

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"...do we REALLY have to drink this?" Draco complained on a tone that could be called whining. Harry shot him a glare over his battered glasses rims and twisted his mouth into a disgusted scowl when he glanced back at the drink.

"...yeah." He ebony haired boy sighed and rubbed his eyes under the glass. "It looks disgusting, but Neville assured us that this was the form that kooky teacher wants."

"....ick." Draco looked down at the drink again and wrinkled his nose. The 'tea' was a putrid orange color; the dreamweed had been soaked and the like before being thrown into a sink in disgust. "I really don't want to drink this...I mean, what if you start snogging that Mudbloo—" He stopped still and bit his lips before sighing, "Sorry about that. Slipped. Anyway, what if you start snogging Hermione?"

Harry gave a shudder, though inside he was glad Draco stopped calling Hermione a Mudblood. "Never going to happen, Malfoy. No girls can get in here. I locked the doors with magic, just in case."

Draco started to laugh but then glared at Harry, "What if you try to boff ME, Potter?"

Harry had to stare at him a full moment before snorting with laughter, "Oh—! OH! That's a—oh!—good joke, Malfoy!" Still laughing, Harry had to put his teacup on the table to double over in convulsions of laughter, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Sod off," Draco muttered and closed his eyes, while pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand. In a swift movement, he had tossed back his own cup of dreamweed tea before nearly gagging, "Frik! That stuff tastes bloody awful!"

Harry calmed himself enough to drink his own tea, giving a shudder at the murky, thick taste, "What did Mr. Bouq say this would make us do?"

Draco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his face wrinkled in distaste. "An aphrodisiac. Makes you all horny and shit. Neville and Granger also said it would cause slight distortion of our vision and an unsteady walk along with smells that usually wouln't be there..."

"Leave it up to them to tell us every symptom to a plant.." Harry muttered, sighing. He slowly rose to his feet, his eyes blinking owl wide under his glasses as he struggled to get full use of his eyes. "Damn..."

"You're tellin' me.." Draco raised one pale hand to rub hard at his blue eyes, shaking his head, blonde mane flying. ".....fuck."

"What?"

Draco made a whimper like noise and sat back down heavily in his chair, ankles crossed, "...boner."

Harry snickered softly and posed, "Am I THAT attractive, Malfoy?" He kidded, shoving away his own arousal. Mr. B said it would happen even if they weren't attracted to their partners, straight, gay or bisexual.

"Sod OFF, Potter." Draco scowled, shivering lightly at the words. "And as a matter of fact, YES!"

Harry blinked again and tried to focus his blurry sight onto Dracos angered face, "What...?"

"YES, Potter, you're that attractive." Draco repeated, scowling more. "And I just want to jump you and bang that pretty body of yours until you—" He clamped his hand over his own mouth, but the words kept coming out, or trying to, "Mmph, mmmmm mmelh anng.."

"You're gay." Harrys almond shaped eyes stared at Draco, as wide as they could go. The other boy turned a bright crimson and the words ceased abruptly under the hand. Pale blue eyes looked at he ground, hidden by red cheeks, blonde locks and thick lashes.

And yet, Harry felt drawn to the boy, something more then the immediate physical need which was currently shoving at his robes. Slowly, he made his way to Draco and stared down at him before tapping the blonde lightly on the shoulder. "Malfoy?"

Draco's head shot up at the touch, and he said, "Mmph?"

Rolling his eyes, Harry pried the boys hand away from his pretty mouth, all full and pink and...Oh, frick it. "Malfoy."

"Harry?" Draco repeated, still lightly pink at the cheeks.

"...you're gay?"

"You tell my father and I'll kill you." The threat wasn't as much of a threat as it was a plead, and his eyes were begging, "Don't tell my father, he'd disown me! And he'd—"

Harry now put his OWN hand over Dracos mouth, rolled his eyes, and sighed, "I wasn't going to, Malfoy, stop you're blubbering, okay?" He smiled lightly, "Even though it was cool to see you sweat bullets."

Draco scowled and attempted to bite Harrys hand. Harry, having grown up in the household he did, was smart enough to make his hand cup- shaped. The blonde, growling low, ran his tongue down Harrys cupped hand. Harry shivered and let go, wiping his hands on his white robes. "Don't do that, Malfoy."

Draco stood, a bit unsteady on his feet, and grinned, "You're attracted to me too, Potter, eh?" Harry merely scowled and glared at the boy.

"Go to bed, Malfoy." And with that, and a painful wince to his neglected erection and need to just boff Malfoy till he screamed, Harry stormed to his room.

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