Hi, sorry it took so long. For some reason, my computer wasn't letting me on this site to post. Anyway, I'm excited about continuing to write. So here goes. PS- I don't own any of the characters. They're all jkr's.

Chapter 5: Draco's POV

Monday afternoon, Draco practically skipped down the stairs to Potions. He was so excited about the act of mischief he was about to partake in. There was still ten minutes left in the lunch period, so Draco had plenty of time to sneak the potion in Harry's and Ron's vile. When he entered the dungeon, he expected it to be empty but was surprised when he saw both Professor Snape and none other than Neville Longbottom, looking positively miserable. They were both sitting at Snape's desk, Snape writing something, and Neville cleaning the viles the muggle way. Snape look up from his work.

"Aah, Mr. Malfoy," said Snape with his 'just for Draco' smile, "delightful to have you helping me out this afternoon." Draco was confused and angry for now it would be twice as hard to slip the potion with Snape and Neville there. Draco directed his eyes at Neville. "Aah, yes," said Snape, as he caught Draco's curious stare, "Mr. Longbottom is serving detention with me for the rest of the week." Neville looked at Draco, he nodded sadly and returned to his viles. "Oh," said Draco. Snape stood up. "Okay, Neville, those viles are clean enough despite the hideous smudges everywhere," Snapes mouth curved in a disgusted smile, "Draco, why don't you start filling the viles. There's a cauldron in the corner filled with Dragon's blood." Draco smiled. His plan might work out after all.

Snape looked at Neville and his expression got colder. "And you, will put those old viles back in the cupboard." Neville nodded and then asked "Can I do it the magical way?" Snape considered this for a moment. "Fine. I don't want you breaking any viles with your clumsy hands, anyway." Snape sat back down and returned to his work. Draco picked up the tray of the clean viles with his wand and magically brought them over to the corner. He walked over to the cauldron trying to hide his wide smile. He heard Neville start moving the viles magically into different cupboards.

After a few minutes, Draco had filled the viles for the front and middle rows. Harry and Ron sat in the back row, so Draco picked up the corresponding vile, trying to look as innocent as possible. He was suddenly nervous, and his heart began to beat fast. He slipped his hand into his robes and slowly pulled out a beaker of potion. As silently as possible he tried to take out the cork. The sound that occurred was a low pop. Draco looked over his shoulder to see if Snape was watching, but his Potions professor was still busy poring over his parchment. Draco could hear the loud "ping" of glass viles hitting each other as they soared into the overhead cupboards.

Once Draco decided it was safe, he began to pour the potion carefully into the vile, remembering that the slightest touch and he'd be under the spell. He was in the middle of pouring when he was startled by sight of a glass vile coming crashing down in front of him. He jumped back to prevent it from falling right on him and as he did, the potion spilled over onto his hand. Draco let out a scream just as the glass his the table with a loud crashing noise. Snape jumped up from his desk and looked over to the corner. He saw that one of Neville's viles had crashed onto the table where Draco was working.

"Neville, what the hell!" snarled Snape, as he headed towards Draco. Neville whimpered in fear. Snape stopped just behind Draco, who had still not turned around. "Draco, are you alright?" he asked. Draco's body stiffened. "I'm alright Professor." He said, shakily. Draco seamed uncharacteristically jumpy.

Draco was nervous. He thought he'd get caught for sure. Draco pointed his wand at the Harry's and Ron's vile. He muttered a disappearing spell and the potion was gone. Then, he stuffed the beaker back into his pocket. Draco could still feel Snape's breath on the back of his neck. Then, Snape spoke. "Alright, then clean yourself up." He heard Snape turn around and head to his desk. "And you, Mr. Longbottom," said Snape, "go over to the corner and clean up the moronic mess you made. Jeez, can't you do anything right?"

Draco jerked up. 'Oh no!' thought Draco, 'He's coming over here!' He remembered that the potion went into effect when he looked at someone. Draco squeezed his eyes shut and without a second thought he started to run out of the room as fast as he could. On the way he crashed into a couple of desks, but quickly recovered and continued to run despite Snapes confused calls to him. Draco could feel the air getting colder and he assumed he was by the door, and quickened his pace further. 'Yes, I made it!' thought Draco right as smack into somebody's hard chest. Caught off his guard, Draco lost his balance and stumbled over onto whoever it was that he crashed into.

Draco lay there for a second, wondering what to do, his eyes still tightly shut. Suddenly, the person under him, spoke. "Oh fucking great," said the voice. Draco gasped. It belonged to Harry Potter. "Oh no!.....Harry?" Draco opened his eyes. He was so mortified. Of all people to crash into, he had to pick Harry Potter. He looked down at Harry. "Yeah, it's me," he said, angrily, "Now would you mind getting off of me so I could get to class?" Draco nodded and rolled off of Harry. He watched as Harry tried to get up. "Great," the boy murmered to himself, "Now I can't even get up."

Draco stood before Harry, staring down at him. 'Damnit,' he thought 'why the fuck did I have to crash into him of all people? Look at him, he's such a stupid git. He so..beautiful.' Suddenly, it occurred to Draco how beautiful the raven haired boy was. He observed with awe at his perfect features- those green eyes, that unruley hair, that lighting bolt shaped scar. He wanted to hug the boy. He wanted to do more than that actually. Without even thinking about it, Draco reached out his hand to Harry. "Here," he said, "Let me help you up." Harry frowned as if contemplating what to do. He tried to get up but couldn't and finally, he grudgingly reached for Draco's hand. Draco paused a moment to bask in the delightfulness of holding Harry's hand. It was so warm and conforting. He thought he could be that way forever, but finally pulled the Harry up.

Once Harry was upright, he let out a loud howl. Draco assumed that he couldn't stand straight and supported Harry's shoulder as Harry bent facing the ground in front of Draco. He stared at Harry for a moment and a naughty thought occurred to him. 'Hehe, it kinda looks like he's giving me a blow job." He wondered why he liked the idea so much but could not think on it any further as Ron Weasley was standing before him. "Malfoy," he said, "What the fuck did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything to him."

"Yeah right! So why can't he get up?"

"It was a fucking accident."

"Like hell it was!"

"Shut up you stupid poor bastard!"

"Fuck you asshole!"

"Hey, I'm not the one making accusations here!"

"And I'm not the one who's just crippled Harry!"

"I didn't cripple him, and I already told you, it was an accident!!!"

"Yeah, like Slytherins ever do anything by accident."

"You're right, they rarely do, but I had no desire to go near Potter."

"Yes you did!"

"And why would I do that?!?"

"To injure Harry so that he couldn't play at next week's Quidditch match."

"That's a lie!"

"No, you're the bloody liar!"

"What the devil is going on here?"

The boys stopped arguing and stared at a fuming Snape. No one knew what to say. However, Ron quickly broke the silence. "Malfoy crashed into Harry." Snape glanced from Draco to Harry, and then back to Draco. "Is this true?" asked Snape. Draco hesitated, but then calmed down. "Well yes Profeser," he said. "But it was an accident." Snape cleared his throat. "I see...umm...Mrs. Granger, escort Mr. Potter to Madame Pomfrey. Mr. Weasley, quit your pouting, I'm sure Draco had no desire to go anywhere near Harry...And um, Mr. Malfoy, let go of Potter, it doesn't look right." Draco looked down at Harry. There was an echo of furious laughter surrounding them. Draco looked around. The entire class was watching them.

Hermione appeared from the crowd and approached Harry. Draco hesitantly let go of his grip on Harry. As he did, Harry lost his balance and almost fell, but Hermione caught him just in time. A couple of howls of pain later, he was leaning comfortably on Hermione's shoulder. At that moment, Draco wished he was Hermione Granger, to have Harry leaning on his shoulder. He watched the boy longingly. He.he loved him.

"It's okay Harry," said Hermione, reassuringly, "Come on." Harry nodded and put his arm around Hermione's neck and they slowly made their way down the long corridor. Draco wished that he could go too. He watched them as they continued to walk, but had to turn back to attention when Snape began yelling again. "Everyone get inside. We're wasting time. You too Mr. Malfoy, and you Mr. Weasley." Everyone slowly made their way into the dungeon, wanting to hold on to the hilarious scene they just witnessed a little longer. Draco was the last to go in as he was still watching Harry walking down the corridor. As he passed Snape on his way in, the professor said "We need to have a little chat. See me after class." Draco gulped, remembering the beaker of potion concealed in his robes. He nodded and hurried inside.

You know, that was my longest chapter yet! Anyway, I hope you like it. Give me reviews!!! Bye!