Ways of the Friendship Potion
By: Ashie
A.N: Sorry, but I forgot to tell everyone that I didn't create the Gregory's Unctuous Unction. It also belongs to J.K. Rowling. For those of you who haven't heard of it, it is on the Game Cube Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Video Game.
I just wanted to make sure you all don't give me too much credit.
Oh, and for those who can't understand how this is a Slash story, it's because the Slash hasn't started yet. You really didn't think that they'd just start making out in the first chapter, did you?
Chapter Two - Freaky Friday
The rest of the week went on as normal, as normal as it could be - brewing a potion that makes you think that you're best friends with your rival is exactly normal. But Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Malfoy managed to pull through it.
Ron and Hermione rarely took their eyes off Harry, afraid that Malfoy might slip poison into the potion, but the occasion never arose. And Harry and Malfoy argued less and less during the week, causing Hermione and Ron to worry even more, if possible.
By Friday, the day the students would be taking the potion, more than half of the class had already failed. Harry, unknown to Ron, had slipped an extra few ingrediants into his cauldron causing the potion to bubble and overflow.
Snape was so angry with all of the failed potions, that he nearly hexed Ron and Nott to peices. Harry truely felt bad about Ron now having to spend two months with Snape and recieving a zero, but he had a feeling that being best friends with a future Death Eater would be worse.
Hermione and her partner, Blaise Zambini, seemed to be able to work together. They weren't arguing, but they didn't talk to each other much either. Hermione had told Harry and Ron, that while she was disapointed about being paired with a Slytherin, she was happy that Blaise seemed to be as intelligent as herself.
Finally, Friday came around and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking together to Potions, all of them nervous about the next hour and a half. Though Ron wasn't going to be trading Harry for Nott, he was still woried about his real best friends - especially Harry. While some part of him worried about Harry's well-being, the greater half was worrying that Harry and Malfoy were begining to become friends - without the Gregory's Unctuous Unction.
Harry walked into Potions, gave a small farewell to Hermione and Ron, and walked to his seat next to Malfoy. He placed his cauldron on the table top and flopped himself into his chair with a sigh. Malfoy looked over to him warily.
"Excited, Potter?"
"You wish." Harry mummbled, and threw a sideways glance at his blonde rival. Strangely enough, Malfoy gave him a half smile, and turned to the front of the room.
Harry stared at Malfoy for another second, and too, looked away.
This week has been so bloody strange, thought Harry.
Snape then glided into the room, and stood in front of the class.
"Today, those of you who sucessfully complete the potion will be taking it. Headmaster Dumbledore will be here to watch it be administered.
"Now, there are some guidlines I have for all of you. Those of you who are under the potion's influence will not realize it. You will believe that you and your partner have been best friends for years. Your memory of taking the Gregory's Unctuous Unction will be replaced with that of another. However, all of you will know that the other students are under the potions influence, and under no circumstances are you to tell them otherwise.
"After those taking the potion, you will be excused from the rest of the class to spend some time with your partners. The others are to stay here to learn what they will be doing for their detentions.
"Now get to work!"
Harry got up, and as he walked by Ron's table, someone grabbed his wrist.
Harry looked down at Ron.
"Do you want me to tell you about the potion?" Ron asked.
Harry thought about it. If Malfoy and him got along, would he want to know that their friendship was a lie? Or if they didn't, would he be relieved to know that it was fake and it didn't matter?
Harry sighed and shook his head. "Don't tell me."
Ron's ears turned red as he spat, "Are you bloody mad? I'm starting to wonder if you actually want to be friends with Malfoy."
Harry pulled his arm out of Ron's grasp and walked away, silently furious.
I don't want to be friends with Malfoy, do I? he thought.
Harry looked into the cauldron, seeing a very pale face reflected in the pink substance it held. He pushed back from the table with a sigh looked over to Malfoy, who was staring at him with a small grin.
"A bit nervous are we, Potter?"
Harry's eyes looked Malfoy up and down. He was leening back in his chair with his arms draped across the empty table behind them, with a highly amused look in his silver eyes. Harry shrugged his shoulders, and hearing Ron's voice in the back of his head, blushed.
"You can't fool me, I can tell that you are just dreading this." Malfoy said, his eyes simply glowing with delight. Harry began to deny it when Malfoy leaned forword.
"Listen, I know you are expecting me to turn you into Voldemort, but I'm not." Malfoy looked at Harry as his eyes widened. "What?"
"You called him 'Voldemort'." Harry said, sounding somewhere between impressed and wary.
"Well, that is his name, isn't it?"
"Yes, but you are the only person I've ever heard to call him that. Besides me and Dumbledore, everyone has always said 'You-Know-Who'."
"I don't see the reason-" Malfoy stopped when Snape stood up from his chair.
"Everyone fill up two vials with the potion, and be prepared to drink it." Snape sneered.
"I'll do it." Malfoy stood up, and poured the pink substance into both vials.
There was a sudden knock at the door, and Snape quickly walked over and opened it, allowing Professor Dumbledore to enter.
Dumbledore sweeped his eyes over the class, his blue eyes sparkling behind his spectacles. His gaze lingered on Harry and Malfoy, but Harry wouldn't remember it later.
Harry fidgited in his seat, causing Malfoy to snicker.
Dumbledore took a seat behind Snape's desk, and motioned for him to continue.
"You two first." Snape said, pointing at the first pair. "Stand infront of the class, trade vials, and drink them. You may then leave."
"The first group did as they were told, and the next pair went up. When it was Hermione and Blaise's turn, the both drank their potions, gave each other small smiles, and left, as did all the other partners.
Eventually, Harry and Malfoy were told to go next. Harry stood up, determined, and walked to the front of the room with Malfoy trailing behind. At the front, they traded vials.
"Cheers," Malfoy said, holding up his vial. Harry clinked his vial with Malfoy's, and drank the potion.
Not even ten seconds later, Harry couldn't remeber what potion ha had just taken. He couldn't understand why he and his best friend, Draco Malfoy, were standing at the head of the class. And he was quite curious as to why his classmate, Ron Weasley, was staring at him so strangely.
Harry looked over to Malfoy, and was relieved to see that he looked just as confused.
"Potter and Malfoy, you are both excused from the rest of your classes. You may do what you please." Snape said, and Harry noticed the pained look on his face.
Malfoy walked up to Harry, grabbed his wrist, and led him out the door.
"Come on, Malfoy, let me go. I can walk on my own, you know." said Harry, once they were in the hall.
"Sorry, Potter, but you weren't doing that great of a job in there." Malfoy teased. "Anyway, what should we do today?"
"Aren't you wondering why we have the rest of the day off, or what potion we took?"
"No, not really."
"How could you not be?"
"Well, the way I see it, is that we have the entire day off. Personally, I don't care what potion I took." Malfoy looked thoughtful. "How about we grab our brooms and head out to the Pitch?"
Harry sighed. "Fine. I'll go with you to the Slytherin Dormitory, and you'll come with me to Gryffindor." They started to walk to Slytherin.
"Excelent. Not only will I get to show off the Slytherin Dormitory, but I can make fun of Gryffindor as well."
"Funny, Malfoy. But I've already been to Slytherin, and they are nothing compared to Gryffindor."
Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks, and looked to Harry.
"What are you on about, Potter? I haven't taken you to Slytherin before."
"I know that. I went with someone else."
"When? Why?"
"In Second Year. And you don't need to know why. It's a secret." Harry laughed, seeing Malfoy look to pathetic.
"Oh come on! You can't be upset with me. You know I'll tell you eventually."
"No you won't. It's one of your 'secrets'." Harry laughed even harder at hearing Malfoy whine.
"I promise I'll tell you."
"Don't promise me anything."
"Why?"
"No one ever keeps them." Malfoy said dully, and stepped inforn of an area of stone wall.
"Serpentine Salazar." An openeing of wall appeared. Harry walked through behind Malfoy.
"Malfoy?"
"What now, Potter?"
"Why do you call me by my last name?"
"Why do you do the same?"
"Because you call me "Potter". Now how come?"
"I don't know. That's how it's always been."
"Can I call you Draco?"
"If you want to. But I'm still going to call you "Potter"."
"Fine," Harry sighed, and walked up the stairs behind Draco. At the top of the stairs, they walked to the right, and entered the Sixth Room.
The Slytherin Sixth Year Dorm was a large circular room. Around the edge of the wall were eight beds. Draco wlaked to the second on his right. He opened a grand black trunk at the foot of the bed.
Draco pulled out his Nimbus 2001, and continued to rumage through his trunk.
"What are you looking for?"
"My Snitch."
"You have your own Snitch?"
"Of course. It's tradition for the parents of Seekers to buy their child their own Golden Snitch. If your parent were alive, you'd have gotten one too." Draco's eyes widened at realization of what he'd said. "Sorry, Potter."
Harry nodded, and watched Draco pull out his Snitch.
"Here, hold it for me 'till we get to Gryffindor." Draco said, and was glad to see Harry brighten at this. They walked out of the room and began their decent to Gryffindor.
As Harry and Draco walked through the halls, Harry repeatedly let go of the Snitch, and would catch it again. The Snitch was very fast, and would change it's course every time it was let go.
Harry let go of the Snitch, and it flew straight at Draco's head. Harry lunged at it, lost his balance, and fell onto of Draco. They crashed to the ground in a heap.
"Damn it, Potter!" Draco moaned. He looked up ar Harry angrily, but then his face went blank. Harry was blushing horribly, and could barely see, for his glasses had fallen off.
"Sorry, Draco." Harry began to get up when Draco grabbed his face.
"Wait." Draco said, and began to turn Harry's face, his eyes looking looking him over. "Hmmmm...."
"Draco, what-"
"You look a lot better without those glasses of yours. Why don't you have your vision corrected?"
"I never thought of it." Harry lifted his hand, trying to draw attention away from his face. "I have your Snitch." Harry stood up, and offered his other hand to Draco. Draco took it and Harry pulled him up.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Yeah right, Potter. I own House Elves that weigh more that you do."
A.N: By the way I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I didn't mean to be so slow!!!!!! Please REVIEW!
By: Ashie
A.N: Sorry, but I forgot to tell everyone that I didn't create the Gregory's Unctuous Unction. It also belongs to J.K. Rowling. For those of you who haven't heard of it, it is on the Game Cube Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Video Game.
I just wanted to make sure you all don't give me too much credit.
Oh, and for those who can't understand how this is a Slash story, it's because the Slash hasn't started yet. You really didn't think that they'd just start making out in the first chapter, did you?
Chapter Two - Freaky Friday
The rest of the week went on as normal, as normal as it could be - brewing a potion that makes you think that you're best friends with your rival is exactly normal. But Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Malfoy managed to pull through it.
Ron and Hermione rarely took their eyes off Harry, afraid that Malfoy might slip poison into the potion, but the occasion never arose. And Harry and Malfoy argued less and less during the week, causing Hermione and Ron to worry even more, if possible.
By Friday, the day the students would be taking the potion, more than half of the class had already failed. Harry, unknown to Ron, had slipped an extra few ingrediants into his cauldron causing the potion to bubble and overflow.
Snape was so angry with all of the failed potions, that he nearly hexed Ron and Nott to peices. Harry truely felt bad about Ron now having to spend two months with Snape and recieving a zero, but he had a feeling that being best friends with a future Death Eater would be worse.
Hermione and her partner, Blaise Zambini, seemed to be able to work together. They weren't arguing, but they didn't talk to each other much either. Hermione had told Harry and Ron, that while she was disapointed about being paired with a Slytherin, she was happy that Blaise seemed to be as intelligent as herself.
Finally, Friday came around and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking together to Potions, all of them nervous about the next hour and a half. Though Ron wasn't going to be trading Harry for Nott, he was still woried about his real best friends - especially Harry. While some part of him worried about Harry's well-being, the greater half was worrying that Harry and Malfoy were begining to become friends - without the Gregory's Unctuous Unction.
Harry walked into Potions, gave a small farewell to Hermione and Ron, and walked to his seat next to Malfoy. He placed his cauldron on the table top and flopped himself into his chair with a sigh. Malfoy looked over to him warily.
"Excited, Potter?"
"You wish." Harry mummbled, and threw a sideways glance at his blonde rival. Strangely enough, Malfoy gave him a half smile, and turned to the front of the room.
Harry stared at Malfoy for another second, and too, looked away.
This week has been so bloody strange, thought Harry.
Snape then glided into the room, and stood in front of the class.
"Today, those of you who sucessfully complete the potion will be taking it. Headmaster Dumbledore will be here to watch it be administered.
"Now, there are some guidlines I have for all of you. Those of you who are under the potion's influence will not realize it. You will believe that you and your partner have been best friends for years. Your memory of taking the Gregory's Unctuous Unction will be replaced with that of another. However, all of you will know that the other students are under the potions influence, and under no circumstances are you to tell them otherwise.
"After those taking the potion, you will be excused from the rest of the class to spend some time with your partners. The others are to stay here to learn what they will be doing for their detentions.
"Now get to work!"
Harry got up, and as he walked by Ron's table, someone grabbed his wrist.
Harry looked down at Ron.
"Do you want me to tell you about the potion?" Ron asked.
Harry thought about it. If Malfoy and him got along, would he want to know that their friendship was a lie? Or if they didn't, would he be relieved to know that it was fake and it didn't matter?
Harry sighed and shook his head. "Don't tell me."
Ron's ears turned red as he spat, "Are you bloody mad? I'm starting to wonder if you actually want to be friends with Malfoy."
Harry pulled his arm out of Ron's grasp and walked away, silently furious.
I don't want to be friends with Malfoy, do I? he thought.
Harry looked into the cauldron, seeing a very pale face reflected in the pink substance it held. He pushed back from the table with a sigh looked over to Malfoy, who was staring at him with a small grin.
"A bit nervous are we, Potter?"
Harry's eyes looked Malfoy up and down. He was leening back in his chair with his arms draped across the empty table behind them, with a highly amused look in his silver eyes. Harry shrugged his shoulders, and hearing Ron's voice in the back of his head, blushed.
"You can't fool me, I can tell that you are just dreading this." Malfoy said, his eyes simply glowing with delight. Harry began to deny it when Malfoy leaned forword.
"Listen, I know you are expecting me to turn you into Voldemort, but I'm not." Malfoy looked at Harry as his eyes widened. "What?"
"You called him 'Voldemort'." Harry said, sounding somewhere between impressed and wary.
"Well, that is his name, isn't it?"
"Yes, but you are the only person I've ever heard to call him that. Besides me and Dumbledore, everyone has always said 'You-Know-Who'."
"I don't see the reason-" Malfoy stopped when Snape stood up from his chair.
"Everyone fill up two vials with the potion, and be prepared to drink it." Snape sneered.
"I'll do it." Malfoy stood up, and poured the pink substance into both vials.
There was a sudden knock at the door, and Snape quickly walked over and opened it, allowing Professor Dumbledore to enter.
Dumbledore sweeped his eyes over the class, his blue eyes sparkling behind his spectacles. His gaze lingered on Harry and Malfoy, but Harry wouldn't remember it later.
Harry fidgited in his seat, causing Malfoy to snicker.
Dumbledore took a seat behind Snape's desk, and motioned for him to continue.
"You two first." Snape said, pointing at the first pair. "Stand infront of the class, trade vials, and drink them. You may then leave."
"The first group did as they were told, and the next pair went up. When it was Hermione and Blaise's turn, the both drank their potions, gave each other small smiles, and left, as did all the other partners.
Eventually, Harry and Malfoy were told to go next. Harry stood up, determined, and walked to the front of the room with Malfoy trailing behind. At the front, they traded vials.
"Cheers," Malfoy said, holding up his vial. Harry clinked his vial with Malfoy's, and drank the potion.
Not even ten seconds later, Harry couldn't remeber what potion ha had just taken. He couldn't understand why he and his best friend, Draco Malfoy, were standing at the head of the class. And he was quite curious as to why his classmate, Ron Weasley, was staring at him so strangely.
Harry looked over to Malfoy, and was relieved to see that he looked just as confused.
"Potter and Malfoy, you are both excused from the rest of your classes. You may do what you please." Snape said, and Harry noticed the pained look on his face.
Malfoy walked up to Harry, grabbed his wrist, and led him out the door.
"Come on, Malfoy, let me go. I can walk on my own, you know." said Harry, once they were in the hall.
"Sorry, Potter, but you weren't doing that great of a job in there." Malfoy teased. "Anyway, what should we do today?"
"Aren't you wondering why we have the rest of the day off, or what potion we took?"
"No, not really."
"How could you not be?"
"Well, the way I see it, is that we have the entire day off. Personally, I don't care what potion I took." Malfoy looked thoughtful. "How about we grab our brooms and head out to the Pitch?"
Harry sighed. "Fine. I'll go with you to the Slytherin Dormitory, and you'll come with me to Gryffindor." They started to walk to Slytherin.
"Excelent. Not only will I get to show off the Slytherin Dormitory, but I can make fun of Gryffindor as well."
"Funny, Malfoy. But I've already been to Slytherin, and they are nothing compared to Gryffindor."
Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks, and looked to Harry.
"What are you on about, Potter? I haven't taken you to Slytherin before."
"I know that. I went with someone else."
"When? Why?"
"In Second Year. And you don't need to know why. It's a secret." Harry laughed, seeing Malfoy look to pathetic.
"Oh come on! You can't be upset with me. You know I'll tell you eventually."
"No you won't. It's one of your 'secrets'." Harry laughed even harder at hearing Malfoy whine.
"I promise I'll tell you."
"Don't promise me anything."
"Why?"
"No one ever keeps them." Malfoy said dully, and stepped inforn of an area of stone wall.
"Serpentine Salazar." An openeing of wall appeared. Harry walked through behind Malfoy.
"Malfoy?"
"What now, Potter?"
"Why do you call me by my last name?"
"Why do you do the same?"
"Because you call me "Potter". Now how come?"
"I don't know. That's how it's always been."
"Can I call you Draco?"
"If you want to. But I'm still going to call you "Potter"."
"Fine," Harry sighed, and walked up the stairs behind Draco. At the top of the stairs, they walked to the right, and entered the Sixth Room.
The Slytherin Sixth Year Dorm was a large circular room. Around the edge of the wall were eight beds. Draco wlaked to the second on his right. He opened a grand black trunk at the foot of the bed.
Draco pulled out his Nimbus 2001, and continued to rumage through his trunk.
"What are you looking for?"
"My Snitch."
"You have your own Snitch?"
"Of course. It's tradition for the parents of Seekers to buy their child their own Golden Snitch. If your parent were alive, you'd have gotten one too." Draco's eyes widened at realization of what he'd said. "Sorry, Potter."
Harry nodded, and watched Draco pull out his Snitch.
"Here, hold it for me 'till we get to Gryffindor." Draco said, and was glad to see Harry brighten at this. They walked out of the room and began their decent to Gryffindor.
As Harry and Draco walked through the halls, Harry repeatedly let go of the Snitch, and would catch it again. The Snitch was very fast, and would change it's course every time it was let go.
Harry let go of the Snitch, and it flew straight at Draco's head. Harry lunged at it, lost his balance, and fell onto of Draco. They crashed to the ground in a heap.
"Damn it, Potter!" Draco moaned. He looked up ar Harry angrily, but then his face went blank. Harry was blushing horribly, and could barely see, for his glasses had fallen off.
"Sorry, Draco." Harry began to get up when Draco grabbed his face.
"Wait." Draco said, and began to turn Harry's face, his eyes looking looking him over. "Hmmmm...."
"Draco, what-"
"You look a lot better without those glasses of yours. Why don't you have your vision corrected?"
"I never thought of it." Harry lifted his hand, trying to draw attention away from his face. "I have your Snitch." Harry stood up, and offered his other hand to Draco. Draco took it and Harry pulled him up.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Yeah right, Potter. I own House Elves that weigh more that you do."
A.N: By the way I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I didn't mean to be so slow!!!!!! Please REVIEW!