Chapter 1 - Potions Lesson

Harry walked through the corridors. It was sweltering hot and he dragged his shoulder bag behind him. He was far too exhausted to carry it. He, Hermione and Ron were making their way to the dungeons, to double potions.
Nobody talked.
It was too hot for any action. The only thing to look forward to would be that the dungeons would be cooler, as Snape didn't even light many torches- only enough to see - but that was all to look forward to. Harry knew that Snape loathed him. He had been particularly evil, these last weeks. Maybe he couldn't stand the heat, no wonder with all those thick black robes.

'I swear he even wears black underpants' Harry sighed wearily, mopping sweat from his brow.

'Why don't you check it?' Ron joked, making a weak attempt at a joke to lighten the mood.

Harry stopped walking, his emerald eyes gone icy, he gave a look at Ron with an expression that said: I'd rather jump in a pool of Slime drooling piranha's!

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The lesson dragged on. Hermione and Ron were soon sent out of the lesson for 'talking too loudly'. Already half the Gryffindors had been sent away because of Snape's vindictive mood.

Snape's evil smile struck wherever he went. Harry was for the first time lucky as he sat next to Malfoy, because the platinum-blonde couldn't miss his slave, cutting up the Gronk Roots.

"I want you all to test your potions on your partners, if they are correct it should work, and if they aren't then it is likely they would be poisoned!" Snape announced lazily at the end of the lesson.

This would be fun. It was Malfoy's turn first, an extremely rare and memorable occasion for the raven-head. The snobby Slytherin drank the potion with much scowling and detest was written across his pale features. The effect was instant almost instant! Malfoy stared misty-eyed into the wall, with a dreamy expression on his face.

'Malfoy...?'

He didn't answer. What was this potion good for anyway? Harry peered at the text book and looked at the effects of the potion, he gaped when he saw the answer

"Thought Potions: It will show what the other person is thinking, in order for it to work, both people must drink it."

'Right' Malfoy apparently, wasn't thinking much, well not clearly at least.

Harry coughed to try to get his attention. Malfoy turned his fair face towards Harry, blinking still in his stupor.

'Okay, Malfoy, what is 67 multiplied by 23?' Harry snickered, this was going to be fun!

'Who said that?'

Malfoy had a dreamy expression on splashed across his usually cold face.

'Whose voice is that? Is it...Potter?'

The word "Potter" came out as if it was the most beautiful and magnificent word in the world.

'Why, it is, why does he stop talking, I love his voice, I love HIM! don't stop...'

Harry's jaw dropped. With a -clunk- it dropped to the ground. He goggled up at Malfoy. He was joking, he had to! MALFOY...IN LOVE
WITH...HIM?

'Oh my god!' Harry thought in almost a panic.

Snape strode by with almost a small smile, he snapped his wand at Draco's cobalt eyes and in an instant snapped back to reality- then turned again, and looked at Harry.

'What's the matter, Potter? Admiring my looks?' he snapped coldly, that familiar smirk appearing on his face.

Harry closed his mouth quickly, then managed to croak out, 'You...you said...YECH!'

Malfoy shifted his pale frame uneasily. 'What did I say?'

'You...ME!!!' Harry gulped out, his mouth still trying hard to shut, his fingers rushing to his raven hair.

Draco blushed furiously, then quickly recomposed himself, 'I...Come on...I was just joking, you couldn't believe that...right?'

The bell rang and Malfoy grabbed his things, without waiting for Crabbe or Goyle and ran away. Leaving Harry immobilized, next to their, still smoking cauldron.

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Harry placed himself next to Hermione and Ron at dinner, who were heatedly telling what they have to do for detention.

'We have to re-pot Snape's WHOLE eyeball collection! How could he! The greasy moron!' Ron cursed, stabbing the knife at his food, perhaps with a little bit more force than necessary.

Ron gawked at Harry, who was staring in front of him, with a spoon of soup halfway to his mouth.

'Hello! Anybody in there?' the boy with the red flames of hair moved his hand in front of Harry trying to snap him out of his reverie.

'Sup? Sorry, got distracted,' Harry apologised, a blush teasing upon to his cheeks.

'By what? Oh, you mean that gorgeous blond girl from Ravenclaw.. yeah, she's hot!' Ron grinned, giving her an appreciative glance.

Hermione shot a look at the girl, her nostrils flaring, 'You call that hot? Ron, my grandmother is hotter!'

They laughed. Harry was again in deep thoughts. Now getting irritable, Ron seized Harry by the shoulders and shook him thoroughly.

'Wha'..stop it!' Harry told him, his eyebrows furrowing.

'Tell us what's on your mind, come on, spill it out!' Ron asked him, pressing into the subject.

Without thinking Harry said, 'Malfoy loves me.'

'WHAT?!' Hermione and Ron yelled in unison, and spraying pumpkin juice and jelly pudding everywhere, many disgruntled looks passed their way but they chose to ignore them and tried to rake out some more information from the boy-who-lived.

'He told me so, when he drunk the potion, in Snape's lesson, while you two were out,' Harry explained with very little enthusiasm.

Hermione's eyes grew so big Harry was afraid they would roll out, and Ron's jaw dropped straight in his jelly pudding.

'He can't be serious,' Ron reassured him.

'He's joking, Harry,' Hermione agreed.

'HOLY CRAP!'

They couldn't believe it and wouldn't believe it.

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