"So are we going to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?"

Harry rolled his eyes as they walked down the hallway as far apart from each other as possible. "You know exactly what"
Draco groaned and turned to him, "Listen, all we did was probably make one of those stupid old gypsy love potions by accident. They made hundreds of types, it's no surprise you screwed up bad enough to make one of them."

Harry growled, "We screwed up you mean."
"Yeah, whatever..."
After a second of thought Harry said, "You know, I'm not so sure that was the case Malfoy. I remember Hermione making me read that boring chapter about the gypsies and I don't recall reading about a potion like tha-"
"Will you just drop it?!" Draco snapped, cutting the boy off, "I don' care what you remember, that's exactly what we did, so just shut your mouth about it!"

With nasty glares they turned forward and continued walking, but as they approached the doors to the Great Hall, Harry wasn't about to let the argument die. "I still say there's something to that potion... Unless you'd like to tell me something."
As they stood just outside of the Great Hall Draco turned and faced him. His eyes were dark and filled with warning.
"I am telling you something! I'm telling you all we did was make a potion that messed with our minds a bit. I'm telling you there is no deep, hidden meaning behind what just happened back in the classroom. I'm telling you to drop the subject all together permanently!"
Draco's sharp words silenced Harry, and the boy looked at him with so many emotions dancing in his green eyes that it was breathtaking. In them, Draco clearly saw anger and hate, but intermingling with that was hurt. There was also a hint of another emotion Harry was unknowingly showing, and Draco would not bring himself to acknowledge it.
"Fine." Harry said coldly, and went into the Great Hall.
Draco sighed, becoming completely frustrated with himself and the predicament before him. As he walked towards the Slytherin table he muttered to himself, "This is not good..."

As he approached his friends at the Griffindor table, Harry was bombarded with "What happened?", "Are you in big trouble?", and "You're alive!" all at the same time. He held up his hands then sat down. "Actually Snape just took points off and me n' Malfoy had to clean up the mess."
His friends seemed almost disappointed that his news about Snape's punishment wasn't filled with so much injustice as it usually was. There really wasn't much to complain about this time. Focusing her interest on something else, Hermione, who was sitting on Harry's left, suddenly frowned and ran a finger over the dark purple mark on Harry's neck.
"Is that..." she started.
Harry clamped his hand over it and slightly blushed.
Hermione snickered, "Where'd you get that from Harry?"

"Snake bite." Harry said in a low tone, saying the first thing that'd popped in his head. He glanced over where Draco sat but quickly looked away so Hermione wouldn't notice.
"A what?"
"Oh uh, I mean I think is a...uh...spider bite or something."
"M'hmmm." Hermione simply replied, clearly not believing him but she was not one to be nosey about people's affairs. Harry was too hungry to care what she thought, and began to pile food on his plate.
As he gorged himself with variety of savory foods, he noticed Ron and Hermione sneaking little signs of affection when they thought he wasn't looking. Touching fingertips, licking lips, and wriggling eyebrows. Harry let them have their fun until Ron slipped his arm around Hermione's hip, his hand brushing against Harry's thigh, and rested his head on the girls shoulder.
"Ugh, get a room."
They snapped back up straight putting on apologetic faces. Harry gave them an I'm only kidding grin and the two relaxed. Without a long serious talk or any words, the trio established where they stood. Ron loves Hermione, Hermione apparently loves Ron, and Harry had accepted that fact. They gave each other friendly grins and finished their lunches.

Draco ate quickly then hurried back to his room. He fell back into his green leather arm chair with his large copy of Peculiarly Potent Potions and began scanning the pages. Searching for a potion with the traits of tasting horrible than sweet and being bright red in color. Finally he stopped on a page which revealed a match, the only one in fact. As he read his discovery, the blood drained from his face. He couldn't believe what he was reading:

Page 576

Heart's Desire
Can't decide what you really want? Are you scared to reach out and grab that star? This elixir will show you what you want most, above all other things, and will rid you of all inhibitions holding you back from seizing your deepest longing.

Draco read the paragraph over and over again, shaking his head in stubborn disbelief. This was impossible. He and Harry have always been enemies, how could they possibly fancy each other? But if this potion was in fact the one they had made, then one dark secret was lurking between them...
Deep down Harry Potter wanted Draco, and he, Draco Malfoy, wanted Harry Potter.

He slammed the book shut and through it across the room. "No way. It... It couldn't be."
As he stood there, the need for fresh air suddenly overwhelmed him. Running from the room he headed for his favorite spot by the lake...