Warning: This chapter contains a small sex-scene, if it squicks you, don't read it. It is rated R, believe me, I've read much worse under R ratings, so I think I'm ok.

When they finally got back to their common room, Kerri, Matt and Miri flying behind them, Seamus, Harry, Dean, and Neville started a game of Exploding Snap while Ron challenged Hermione to chess. They were always interesting to watch, because so far Hermione was the only one who'd ever beaten him, and there was usually a lot of yelling. The game wasn't over when Harry left, though Ron appeared to be ahead, much to Hermione's chagrin.

"Bye, Harry," Seamus called. "Don't let Snape kill you, or he'll have a very angry Gryffindor to deal with."

Harry laughed and waved as he walked out the portrait hole, Miri pulling away from her game of Chase with the other two to follow.

~You can stay and play if you like, ~ Harry offered.

Miri declined, replying, ~I want to see Quentin. ~

Harry didn't answer, doubting Draco would actually have to serve detention. But when he got to the classroom door, there was Draco, Quentin in the air behind him. "He actually held you to it?" Harry asked, startled.

Draco nodded, a faint trace of annoyance in his eyes.

"But he's your father, well kind of, anyway," Harry protested.

"That's what I told him. His reply was something along the lines of 'I could never look like a bloody Hufflepuff, and you shouldn't call me Sev in class, I'm your Professor, and I don't look like a Hufflepuff!'"

Harry laughed, and a still pink Snape opened the door and ushered them in. "I burned the damned picture, Potter, and if you ever threaten me again, I will announce, in the Great Hall, that you hit on me."

Draco suddenly looked interested. "You did what??"

Harry blanched.

Snape smiled joyfully, happy to have the upper hand again. This only managed to terrify Harry more, because a smiling pink Snape is a rare and rather nightmarish image.

Snickering, Draco admonished, "Now Sev, stop smiling, you're scaring the Gryffindor."

This of course only made Snape smile wider.

Having grown accustom to sight, at least slightly, Harry questioned, "Aren't we supposed to be figuring out who's trying to kill me?"

Snape lost his cheerful expression on hearing that, and after looking pointedly at Harry until the Snargons were called in, he closed the door. "I've managed to remove the spells from the dagger, but whoever cast them somehow erased their magical signature." He smiled darkly and added, "Since this is also a detention, and class was dismissed rather early today, you will be testing the potions."

Draco looked horrified, which prompted Harry to ask him why.

"Do you know what can happen if they're made wrong, Potter?" he demanded.

"Umm . . .no?"

"I should have guessed as much. The effects can range anywhere from a truth serum to poison."

Harry looked at Snape. "I always knew you hated me, but isn't this a rather obvious way of killing me? And what are you going to do if Malfoy dies?"

Snape considered answering, 'bury the bodies', but decided that he had scared Potter enough for one night. "You won't die; I've got a general antidote that will absorb the potion."

"But will you actually give it to me?" Harry asked under his breath.

"Don't worry," Draco replied cheerfully, having heard Harry's question. "Sev knows as well as I do that you're our best hope of winning the House Cup."

Harry grinned and responded, "Not if he gives out points like he did today."

Snape glowered and told him, "That's been taken care of. Now get to work, I'll write out a list of all students with Death Eater parents." He walked into a back office, leaving the boys to themselves.

On his desk were fifteen potions in varying shades of blue, and Harry studied them warily. "Seven each and whoever doesn't get poisoned has to take the last one?" He suggested.

"All right," Draco agreed, "but if we both get poisoned, then what?"

"We'll split it up and both take it," Harry stated firmly.

"So we can both be poisoned and die because there was no one to give us the antidote? Brilliant, Potter," Draco sneered.

"Well, Snape's not going to take it! Do you have a better idea?" Harry asked exasperatedly.

A mischievous expression blossomed on Draco's face, and Harry looked at him guardedly. "What, Malfoy?"

"I think Sev *should* test the last one for us. I have an idea . . ."

A few minutes later they started, having warned Quentin and Miri not to worry if they started acting strangely.

Harry gulped down the first one, and was immediately dizzy. "Look Malfoy, there's three of you," he giggled, before passing out.

Draco caught him instinctively and was holding him against his chest when Snape walked back in. "hmm, déjà vu," the Professor commented, an unreadable look in his eyes.

Draco didn't reply, instead he set Harry down in a chair and gave him one of the antidotes as Snape left the room again.

Harry blinked a few times. "Thanks. I seem to be saying that to you a lot lately," he added, smiling softly.

Draco nodded, not quite knowing what to say. It was strange to discover that Potter wasn't an egotistical, bragging prat who'd always had everything.

Watching Draco, Harry was having the same revelation. Who knew that the icy blonde Prince of Slytherin wasn't a cruel, spoiled brat?

Having downed five potions each, Harry was feeling slightly more confident. Neither of them has been poisoned yet, although Draco had gotten stuck with one that made him tell the truth, which had been interesting. Harry had discovered that his closest friends were actually Pansy and Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle really were as dumb as they looked, and Draco had always considered Snape more of a father than Lucius.

Snape, who'd been standing in the back of the room, walked quietly back out, a tender look in his eyes.

Besides that incident, though, Draco had only gotten potions that did what they were supposed to, and Harry suspected he wasn't choosing at random. Harry himself had ended up floating around the room ("always knew you were a bit of a lightweight, Potter."), passing out again, and actually finding two potions that worked.

While they recorded what the potion had done, Harry and Draco talked. They shied away from difficult topics like home life, and mostly stuck to Quidditch and the Snargons' antics. It was friendly, though, and Harry was surprised at how comfortable he felt around the Slytherin.

Finished recording information on the latest potion he'd taken, Draco looked up from his parchment. "Your turn, Potter."

Harry grabbed a vial and held it up. "Cheers," he joked before swallowing it down. Almost instantly he moaned.

"What's wrong?" Draco demanded, a faint thread of worry lacing his voice.

"Mmm-think it's a-mmm yeah- stimulant." Harry's eyes fell closed as he leaned back against a table.

Draco took a moment to appreciate the sight of the boy before him as he went for an antidote. Harry's arms were braced against the table, showing off toned Quidditch muscles, his black hair was wild as ever, and his eyes shone green through half-closed lids. Shaking his head, he grabbed a vial.

Against the table, Harry could feel phantom hands running over his body. His hips arched as he felt a light caress across his inner thigh and he bit his lip, trying to be quiet.

Walking back to Harry, Draco wasn't paying attention, and cursed as he caught his foot on a table leg. When he managed to catch himself, he was between the other boy's legs.

Harry thrust against Draco's thigh, whimpering in the back of his throat. Draco pretended to ignore it, pretended to ignore the fact that he was getting hard too. Harry stilled instantly, breath coming in harsh pants as he asked hoarsely, "Antidote?"

Draco nodded and held the vial to the dark haired boy's lips. Harry swallowed and Draco instantly stepped back, not wanting him to notice that he had his own . . . problems.

Thankfully, the ghostly hands had stopped, although Harry was still painfully hard. Eyes still closed, he whispered, "Snape and McGonagall, Snape and McGonagall, Snape and McGonagall." Within a few seconds he felt faintly sick, but at least all traces of his arousal were gone.

He looked up, mortified blush spreading across his face as he said, "Oh, gods Malfoy, I'm *so* sorry."

"S'ok," Draco replied distractedly. "What were you saying?"

Harry figured he owed the blonde at least that much, and so he told him what had happened in Potions earlier.

Draco looked disgusted, though inwardly he was grateful for one side-effect of the story. "So, Snape and McGonagall?"

Harry shuddered in revulsion. "Ugh, don't make me think about it." After scrawling an edited version of the potion's affects, he turned and grinned at Draco. "Your turn."

Draco grabbed one apprehensively and studied it before echoing Harry. "Cheers," he said as he downed the contents. This time he was the one who swayed, and the last thing he felt before passing out was strong arms closing around him.

Harry held Draco awkwardly. The blonde, not having been malnourished most of his life, was a few inches taller. Laying Draco gently across a table, he went to the front and grabbed an antidote, thankful for Snape's pessimism. Though there had only been fifteen potions, there were about twenty antidotes on the Professor's desk.

An antidote in hand, Harry went back to Draco and held him up with one arm, pouring a small amount of the liquid into his mouth. Swallowing instinctively, Draco coughed and came to still resting against Harry's arm. He started to say 'you could have just put me in Snape's chair' which was what he'd been doing with Harry, but instead just said, "Thanks, Potter."

Harry looked surprised, and then smiled warmly. "You're welcome."

A no longer pink Snape walked in, took one look at them and growled sarcastically, "Oh, how sweet," before leaving.

Draco jumped off of the table and looked at Harry, who waited for the cutting remark expectantly. "Greasy git needs to get laid."

Harry's jaw dropped as he stared at Draco in shock for a second before bursting out in laughter. Draco joined in as Harry gasped, "I really didn't need that mental image, Malfoy."

After a few minutes, they calmed and Draco passed Harry a vial. "You're up, Potter."

"Who made this one?" Harry asked. He hadn't been paying attention to that before, but after the last time (made possible by Crabbe and Goyle) he was a bit more cautious.

Draco checked the list and answered, "We did." Smirking, he added, "Do you trust me?"

Thinking for a second, Harry answered quietly, "Yeah," before taking the potion.

Draco jerked around, startled at the reply, but Harry didn't notice.

"Hmm, I like this one," He informed the Slytherin. "It works exactly right. Good job, Malfoy."

Inwardly Draco was warmed by the praise, though he just smirked and said, "Of course." Sticking his nose up and doing a passable impression of Lucius he added, "Everything I do is perfect." He ruined it with a small laugh, and he and Harry talked softly, waiting for the potion to wear off.

Quentin and Miri, who'd eventually fallen asleep near the back of the room, flew tiredly to sit near the two boys.

~What are you doing? ~ Quentin asked curiously.

~ Testing potions, ~ Harry pointed to the two blue potions left. ~We might be here for a while; we're trying to find out who's threatening me, too. ~

Both Quentin and Miri hovered protectively. ~We'll keep you safe Harry, ~ Miri told him loyally, and Quentin turned to hiss at Draco, ~ We'll keep you safe, too, Draco. ~

"What did he say?" Draco asked curiously.

"They said they'd keep us safe." Harry answered. Seeing Draco's confusion, he added, "I told them we might be here for a bit longer to find out who was threatening me."

Draco smiled at Quentin and said, "Thanks," as he stroked the green fire-lizard.

Harry petted Miri and looked at Draco. "One left for you."

That too, worked, and Draco uncovered the pot of tea he'd been boiling at Snape's desk. After pouring two cups, he dumped the last vial straight into the pot and called, "Sev, do you want some tea?"

Snape walked in and sat down, pouring himself a cup. He raised it to his mouth and then set it back down without drinking any. "Nice try, Draco," he said dryly.

Draco snickered and Harry smiled. "It was worth a shot."

Snape just rolled his eyes. At least they were getting along, but he wasn't sure how he felt about his godson getting along with a Potter. "Here's a list," he handed it to Draco, and Harry moved to look over his shoulder.

Draco studied it for a few minutes and then handed it back. "Millicent's the only one smart enough to actually accomplish the kind of spells you were talking about, especially to erase her signature."

"What is that?" Harry asked curiously.

Snape sneered, but Draco answered easily, "Whenever you do a spell on an object, you leave an imprint, like a fingerprint, on it. It doesn't always show up if it's directly on another person, although," he motioned towards Harry's forehead, "sometimes if the wizard is powerful enough, it can."

"So basically, we have to wait until she tries again, and hope that she doesn't remove her signature?" Harry asked.

"If she did it once, Potter, she most likely will do it again. We need to catch her at it." The Potions Master informed him.

They discussed possible tactics for a while until Snape finally said, "I'm going to go to Dumbledore tomorrow and discuss it with him."

Harry nodded resignedly, they needed Dumbledore. After a few more minutes, the Professor declared their detention over, and Harry and Draco walked out into the hall.

As they were about to part ways, Quentin asked, ~ What are your names in human? ~

~His is~ "Draco," ~And mine is~ "Harry," he answered.

Draco looked up, surprised at hearing his first name, but liking the sound of it.

"Sorry Malfoy, Quentin and Miri were asking."

"No, its okay, after last night and then tonight," he raised an eyebrow suggestively, "I think you can call me Draco."

Harry flushed. "Sorry about that M-Draco. And you can call me Harry."

"Don't worry about it, Harry, it was just a potion."

"Goodnight, Draco."

"Night, P- Harry."

They went their separate ways, thoughts full of each other.

When Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room at midnight, Ron and Hermione were in basically the same position, and everyone else was sprawled in front of the fire.

"Please tell me this isn't the same game," Harry teased, sitting next to Seamus, who wrapped an arm around him. Harry leaned into the other teen contentedly.

"Yeah," Ron answered distractedly. "Just . . . Aha! Checkmate."

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to Harry. "How was detention with Malfoy?"

"Not bad, surprisingly," Harry answered. "We had to test the potions from this afternoon." He decided not to mention specifics. "Miri and Quentin had fun together, too." Catching Ron's look, he added, "And Draco was treating Quentin just fine."

"He's Draco now?" The question came not from Ron, but Seamus, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"I swear I don't have a crush on him, Seam," Harry promised, looking the Irish boy in the eyes. "There was just a thing last night, and Draco saved my life. I figured the least I could do was use his first name."

All of the Gryffindors looked nervously at Harry, but it was Hermione who assured them, "It wasn't another Death Eater attack like last year. And Malfoy isn't a Death Eater."

Calmer now, the conversation turned to tomorrow's plans, and before long Harry found himself yawning. Finally he gave in and said, "I'm going up to bed, didn't get much sleep last night."

Seamus nodded and moved his arm. "Night Harry."

"Night Seam," Harry smiled and went up to the boys' dorm. After changing into his cotton pyjamas he crawled into bed, closing the curtain around him. Miri had decided to stay downstairs, curled up with Kerri and Matt near the fire. Remembering how he'd woken up that morning, Harry muttered, "Silencio."

He was back in the Potions classroom, and took *that* potion, knowing what it would do. Draco pressed him up against the wall, and soon Harry's soft groans were swallowed by the blonde's skilled mouth. Draco sucked on his tongue, shooting lightening bolts of lust through his stomach.

Breaking away, panting for air, Harry moaned as Draco's hands found their way under his shirt. Caressing his chest, Draco palmed his nipples and Harry gasped, rocking against the taller boy.

Slowly he removed Harry's shirt and licked down the path his hands had taken.

"Gods Draco! Mm, so good . . ." Harry's body hummed with pleasure as he ran his hands through soft blonde hair. He cried out as Draco laid a hand against the bulge in his jeans, thrusting and rubbing himself against the other's palm.

Draco moved backwards, and Harry whimpered at the loss of contact. Smirking, Draco slowly unzipped the dark-haired boy's jeans. Impatiently Harry wriggled his hips, the jeans falling to the floor. He stepped out of them and pulled Draco up for another fiery kiss.

This time it was Draco who pulled away, going down on his knees. Harry's eyes widened as he saw the look in those silver eyes and realized what he had planned. His head fell back against the dungeon wall with a crack, but he didn't feel it, didn't feel anything except for the warm mouth closed around him.

Draco took him in as deep as he could, sucking and licking as Harry's hands fisted in his hair.

Within a few minutes Harry came, screaming Draco's name-

-And woke up, sweat soaked and sticky, body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He mumbled a quick cleaning charm, thinking sardonically, bet Flitwick didn't think we'd be using it for this. Deciding that the dream meant absolutely nothing and he should try to forget about it, he drifted back to sleep.

Harry woke the next morning to frantic shouts, his dream forgotten in the abrupt waking. Sleepily, he removed the Silencing Charm and pulled open his curtains. He blinked and shook his head, slightly disoriented at being able to see immediately. "What's going on?"

"Harry, you're still in bed?? Get up, get up!"

"What's going on?" Harry repeated, grabbing a frantic Ron. "Ron! Breathe!" The red head obeyed, sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly. "Okay. Now, tell me what happened."

"Dumbledore decided last night that if we could pack in time, the seventh years can spend the whole weekend in Hogsmeade, he fixed up the Shrieking Shack, and there's enough rooms for all of us, but we've only got half an hour to get ready!"

Harry grabbed his wand, said a quick cleaning charm in the direction of his trunk, and then grabbed a pack. With another spell, perfectly folded robes floated to him, and he carefully placed them in the pack. "Done."

All of his dorm mates stared at him in shock.

"What?"

"That's all you're bringing?" Ron asked disbelievingly.

"What else do I need?"

"Pillow, pyjamas, toothbrush, hair-" here Ron broke off and joked, "Well, I guess you don't need a hairbrush, it's not going to make a difference."

Harry ran a hand through his hair self-consciously, and Seamus appeared beside him.

"I like it this way," the Irish boy informed Ron, running his own hand though Harry's hair.

Ron rolled his eyes and turned away, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "Great Merlin, a cutesy couple, save us now."

There was more rushing around, not helped by the Matt and Miri following closely behind and nearly colliding with each other and the boys, but everybody was ready and standing in the Entrance Hall within a half-hour, talking excitedly.

"Did you two bring your Transfiguration assignment?" Hermione asked them as Kerri hissed a greeting to Harry.

Ron shook his head and Harry looked at them blankly. "There's a Transfiguration assignment?" ~Hi, Kerri, ~ he added as an afterthought, meeting purple eyes.

"That's rather disconcerting, Harry," Hermione informed him, and Ron looked as though he agreed.

"What is?"

"You switching from English to Parseltongue without even noticing," Ron answered as they started moving.

"Well, Kerri said 'good morning'," Harry responded, looking around for Seamus. "I just told her 'hi'." Seeing Draco he gave a small wave, and both Seamus and Draco waved back, not seeing each other. He started walking in that direction and was yanked back by Ron.

Miri hissed and Harry looked at his friend questioningly.

"Sorry, mate, but there's only room for three in a carriage and Seamus already has Dean and Pansy."

"Pansy?" Harry asked incredulously. Sure enough, Seamus was climbing into a carriage with the Slytherin girl, who had somehow managed to outgrow her doglike looks and was actually quite pretty. "Huh," he shrugged, climbing in with Hermione and Ron. "So, tell me about this Transfiguration assignment. . ."



So, what'd you think of my first attempt at a sex scene? The next update might take awhile, I'm not sure, ideas are still welcome. Next chapter: the plot makes a guest appearance! (Probably . . .)