"I say, you are wearing thin on my patience Mr. Potter." Snape said with a smug look, leaning back in his desk chair, "no way out of this one I suppose. Disrupting my class and provoking my students..." The professor made a dramatic pause, clearly savoring the fact that he had Harry so firm in his grip, with no teacher or headmaster to defend the boy.

"With all due respect sir..." Draco spoke up, making Snape shift his pleased expression to a slight scowl as he looked over at him.
"What is it Draco?"

"Perhaps you could excuse Potter for his behavior today. Clearly the boy didn't get enough sleep, and our failed adrenaline potion got the better of our tempers. It wouldn't work to give us anyway, detention since were already serving them for Professor McGonagall indefinitely. So how about just taking some points and leaving Potter and I to clean up this spill?"
Harry's jaw dropped at the boys words, turning to look at an equally bewildered Snape.
Was Draco Malfoy actually sticking up for Harry Potter?

The professor sat for a moment, battling with his internal struggle, obviously not desiring to let the boy off the hook so lightly.
Finally through gritted teeth Snape said, "Very well "twenty-five points from Griffindor, five from Slytherin." He rose from his chair and headed towards the door, "now get to work and start cleaning." The door opened and shut behind the professor as Harry gave Draco a puzzled look. The blonde cast him an uncomfortable glance before moving over to their work area. Harry motioned to speak but Draco, with his back turned to him, cut him off, "Don't say anything, just remember you owe me one."
The raven haired boy simply nodded. He walked over and helped Draco start cleaning.

The red substance wiped from the floor fairly easy. The boys sat on the floor in silence, scrubbing at the last reminisce of the spill. Once in a while Harry's eyes darted over to Draco, who seemed to be focusing on a particular spot on the floor, but when Harry would look away he would rest his silver eyes on him for a moment before returning his gaze back to the rag in his hand. This went on until finally all of the mess had been cleared away, and one of them finally spoke.
"Well, that was fun." Draco said sarcastically, standing up with the cauldron in his hand and placing it back on the desk. He peered into it and then looked over at Harry with a mischievous smirk.
"There's some left in here. Care for a taste Potter?"
"Are you kidding? We did it wrong. Who knows what the effect would be."
"Oh come on, don't be such a sissy. It probably won't do anything, knowing you're potion skills"
Irritated, Harry sighed, "Alright, but only if you drink some too."
Draco's eyes widened slightly, and then returned to their cool disposition. The boy hadn't planned on putting his own well being at risk, but never backed down from a challenge, especially from his rival. As they stood facing each other, a vile of the serum in each of their hand, the air became tense. Draco raised his dose and Harry mimicked.
"Here goes nothing."

Both drained the shot of potion at equal speed, and winced at the taste it left in their mouths. "Ugh, it's bloody awful!" Draco exclaimed with a grossed out face. Harry nodded with the same expression as the other boy, but then suddenly the tension in his face loosened.
"Has a sweet after taste to it though."
"Interesting..." Draco knitted his eyebrows in contemplation. For a few seconds they stood looking at their arms and touching their faces, waiting for a reaction.
"Feel any different?" Harry asked as he gave his hands a puzzled look over.
"No not real...ly"

The reason for Draco's choked out reply?
As Harry asked how he felt their eyes met each others. The sudden silence and the electricity in the air made it abundantly clear that both boys were feeling much different. They stepped towards each other, with expressions like they didn't believe the person they were seeing was real.
From Draco's altered point of view, Harry now seemed to sparkle like a magical creature, and to Harry, Draco glowed with an other worldly glow.

Draco ran his pale slender fingers down Harry's cheek, and the boy closed his eyes with bliss at his cool touch. Harry caught Draco's hand and pulled it away from his face, shaking his head with a weak expression. The boy moved in closer to him and snaked his free hand around Harry's waist, pulling the boy into him. With one look into those stormy gray eyes filled with desire, the last bit of Harry's resistance was destroyed.
As his lips meshed into Draco's, Harry was beset with the longing to completely devour him. The blonde weaved his fingers through his dark hair and roughly shoved him up against the desk. Harry moaned as they began to explore each others mouths with their adventurous tongues.
It was the kind of passion he couldn't dream of, the kind he would gladly drown in.
He tilted his head back as Draco ran his tongue along his neck, gasping as he felt a sharp, but most pleasurable, bite into his skin. They returned to deep kisses and pulled in as close as possible, melting into one another. Draco put his weight into Harry, forcing him to lean back, and soon the blonde was lying on top of him on the desk. After a few minutes Harry rolled him over to gain dominance.
Following another couple minutes into the make out session, Draco wanted the control again and tried to roll back over. The result was both boys toppling off the desk onto the floor. This stopped their snogging for a moment as they sat up on the floor giggling. With adoring grins they started wrestling around on the floor.

They stopped to lay on their sides with their heads propped against their hands, and gazed into each others eyes. The moment was so peaceful and content. Draco ran his hand up Harry's arm and leaned in to kiss him. It seemed as if the feeling would never cease.

But it most certainly did.

He stopped inches away from Harry's face. At the same time both boys' eyes bulged with realization and shock. Jumping up from the floor they brushed their robes off and looked anywhere but at each other.

"Well, I think we figured out what the effect is." Harry joked meekly.
"Right." Draco stammered.
Awkward silence fell over the two. This gave Draco time to gain back his steely persona.

"Tell anyone about this and you'll wish you'd never been born." He threatened.
"Like I'd actually want to." Harry shot back as if kissing the boy had been the most grotesque thing he'd ever done.

Draco sighed stressfully and ran his fingers through his blonde hair, knowing it had gotten very tousled. "Ok then, umm...I think we're all done here so...yeah, let's get out of here."

With that Harry followed the Slytherin out the door and towards the Great Hall.

AUTHORS NOTE
thanks to everyone who's R&R so far! : D I hope ya'll liked this chapter. I figured I'd start stirring things up between the two a bit earlier than I was planning at first. I mean that is the whole part of a romance story, ya wanna get to some romance! Anywho, next chapter should be up soon, and will reveal some interesting things. Ta Ta for now! -)