Title: The Dragon Pendant

Chapter: Eight

Author: DaemonGirl or aka Phoenix

Rating: bordering between R and NC-17 for sexual relations and violence, maybe language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Co, just borrowing them for a little while then putting them back where they belong. I also do not own any songs mentioned either.

Everyone was working on the potion quietly until Neville accidentally tipped his cauldron over. Snape was there immediately.

"Well, well, Longbottom. I see you haven't lost your touch for ruining everything you touch. And here I thought you were actually doing quite well for a change."

Neville sputtered, "I-I'm sorry, Professor Snape. I'll clean it up immediately." Then started to clean up the mess he had created.

"Longbottom, I will give you a tutor. Mr. Malfoy, I assume you can tutor Mr. Longbottom in the art of potions, can you not?" Snape asked.

"But Professor, there is no help for him. Everyone knows that," Draco protested.

"That may be so, Mr. Malfoy, but you are to do as I instruct or you will be docked points." Snape replied.

Draco made another attempt to try and persuade Snape to change his mind, but was cut off.

"Draco, You will help Longbottom with his potions, is that clear."

"Yes, Professor." Draco replied glaring at Neville. Then thought to himself, "I thought you favored me, and especially Slytherins, in this class. You really are an ugly slimy greasy git!"

"You two can stay after class to discuss meeting arrangements. You may use this dungeon."

"Thank you, Professor," Draco drawled then shot evil stares into the back of Snape's head as he turned to talk to Neville. Neville just whimpered a "yes, Sir." Then looked pleadingly at Draco, as to seem to ask forgiveness for his clumsiness.

After Snape went back to terrorizing the other students, Draco remarked to Harry, "Great, now what did I do to deserve to tutor that sniveling imbecile. "

"He isn't an imbecile, you moron," replied Harry. "Snape just intimidates him. He is actually quite intelligent once, especially in Herbology. But that is once you get to talking to him and get to know him."

"Oh Merlins," Draco whimpered. "I have to talk to him to teach him don't I?" Draco asked no one in particular."

"Yup, 'fraid so," Harry replied as he added more dragons blood to the brewing mixture. "Who knows, maybe you you would actually will make another friend, other then those in Slytherin."

"Yeah right! Like that would happen in a million years. A Malfoy being friends with someone in Gryffindor! I would rather become the next Dark Lord then become friends with Longbottom."

"Oh, should I write to Lord Voldemort and tell him you said that," Harry jeered back.

Draco laughed. "Yeah, I can see the letter now. Dear Voldie, though you hate me and have been trying to kill me since I was born, I just thought you would like to know that Draco Malfoy wants to become the heir to the Dark Lord reign of terror. Sincerely, Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm glad you thought of it instead of me," Harry replied. "Oh, what do we add next?"

"We are done adding stuff. We just have to let it simmer for the next twenty minutes then, it should be ready."

"Okay."

They spent the remainder of the time in silence observing how the rest of the class was getting on with their projects. Neville had just finished cleaning up his spilled cauldron.

Hermione looked like she wanted to strangle Goyle with her own hands. Apparently he added the ingredients in the wrong order and now it was a bright purple instead of a light pink liquid that is supposed to be turning clear.

Ron was trying to get Crabbe to measure the last of their ingredients. It also seemed he wasn't having any luck because he grabbed them from Crabbe and started to measure himself.

Harry looked a Draco and asked, "How can you stand those two idiots being around you all the time?"

"What do you mean, Potter?" Draco asked back.

"What I mean is how do you stand to have Crabbe and Goyle around you all the time. It seems that they can't even follow the simplest of orders from one of the smartest people in our level without messing up," Harry asked again.

"Oh, I only keep them around because they are big and dumb. I usually don't pay too much attention to them," Draco said. "That, and the fact most people wont touch me if they are around because they are bigger then everyone else." At this he let out a little laugh.

"If you say so, Draco." Harry looked around the dungeon once more. "I think the potion is ready."

"It looks it. Now, who is going to take it first?" Draco looked at Harry.

"I sure as well don't, what if you put something in it while I wasn't looking, trying to kill me?" Harry asked looking back. He was thinking about taking the potion and how he didn't want the entire school finding out that he was gay, and not only that, but about the guy he liked or the fact that he thought that Draco was attractive and had a cute ass.

"That is what I thought. Now what are we going to do?" Draco looked perplexed. He sure as well didn't want to fail this part of potions class. "How about if we drink it at the same time, then we will either both be dead, or we will be under the effects of the truth potion."

Harry thought about this for a moment, the agreed. They measured out the liquid then looked each other in the eye.

"One," Draco said.

"Two," Harry replied.

"Three," they both downed the potion in one fell gulp.