A/N: Ok, here's the second story! I hope you like it! Thanks for the reviews! I love them! Enjoy!

The Potion.

"You should be adding the rose petals now," Snape called from the front of the class.

Harry sighed and added four red rose petals to his potion and set his cauldron to simmer for twenty minutes, before cleaning his work area. He was leaving the sink after washing his hands, when Draco Malfoy pushed him out of the way, causing him to slip and fall.

"Arrogant git," Ron muttered, as he helped Harry up and they took their seats.

"Oh yeah," Harry agreed.

Snape's voice floated over to them from the front of the room. "Your potions should be about ready to drink now."

Harry ladled some of his potion into a glass and turned to Ron and Hermione who both had a glass.

"Cheers!" They clinked their glasses and drained them in one.

Immediately, the class disappeared and a figure began to form in front of Harry's eyes. The person was definitely male, with blonde hair. The picture became clearer, revealing stormy grey eyes and an aristocratic nose. It was Draco Malfoy.

Harry blinked and the classroom swam back into view. He glanced around the room, seeing pairs of people all over the place. Ron and Hermione were stealing glances at each other every other moment, Seamus and Dean were whispering lovingly into each other's ears as they packed away, and Neville (who had, for the first time, correctly brewed a potion in Snape's class), was staring dreamily into space.

"She was really pretty! Long blonde hair and green eyes! Just perfect for a Malfoy!" Draco's voice rang loud and clear across the room.

"Great!" Harry thought. "Just great! Not only is my soulmate my enemy, he didn't even see me as his!"

"Homework: Two rolls of parchment on the make-up and effects of the soulmate-revealing potion. To be handed in on Monday." Snape called. "Now get out of my sight!"

Harry left the class with the rest of the Gryffindors, trailing behind Ron and Hermione with Neville.

"That was a great potion, eh Harry?" Neville asked.

"What? Oh, yeah..." Harry couldn't help but wonder if his potion had been wrong, or his anger at Malfoy had influenced his mind. The thought cheered him up a bit. Maybe Malfoy wasn't his soulmate after all. But somehow, Harry knew that he was lying to himself.

Harry eventually got bored of sitting among the happy, love-struck couples of Ron and Hermione, Dean and Seamus and Neville and Ginny. He left the Gryffindor common room with his Firebolt over his shoulder, thinking to go for a fly to clear his head.

When he reached the Quidditch Pitch, however. Harry found that he was not alone. Draco Malfoy was soaring around the stadium, seemingly oblivious to Harry's presence.

Harry turned to leave, but a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"You don't have to go just because I'm here, Potter."

Harry turned slowly. The Slytherin Seeker had alighted behind him and was holding something clenched in his fist.

"Fancy a couple of games?" Draco held up his hand, in which Harry could now see a snitch.

Harry thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, why not?"

Draco let the snitch go and they mounted their brooms and kicked off, soaring around the pitch. Harry won the first game, catching the snitch before Draco had even seen it, but the second game was a close one. They chased the tiny golden ball around the pitch for a minute before Harry's hand closed around the ball a split second before Draco's hand grabbed Harry's fist.

The two sixteen-year-olds hung in midair for a moment, staring at their hands, Harry's skin tingling from the touch, before Harry broke away sharply and flew over to the stands, alighting and sitting down, head in hands. He felt Draco sit next to him.

With a sigh, the blonde asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't say," Harry replied.

Draco seemed to accept this.

"That potion today," he said. "I wasn't prepared for that. Who did you see?"

Harry shrugged.

"I told everybody that I saw some girl, but that was a lie." Draco admitted. "You see, I'm gay, and that's not acceptable for a Malfoy-any pureblood, really. So, I had to lie, especially as my soulmate is who he is. I should have guessed, though. I mean, he was the one who made me realise I'm gay."

"You're gay?" Harry's heart leapt with hope.

"Yeah. I know, you're surprised." Draco gave a wry smile.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I'd never have thought you! Ok, me, fine...but you!" Harry stuttered.

"You?"

"Mmm."

"Figures," Draco muttered. "I'm surprised at you. I'd have thought that as soon as I mentioned my soulmate, you'd have started asking me who he is!"

"Ok," Harry had a plunging feeling in his stomach. "I take it I know him?"

"Yes," Draco nodded. "Very well."

Harry thought for a moment, trying to find someone he knew well that could have captured the Slytherin's heart.

"I give up. Who?" he asked.

Draco leaned closer to Harry and whispered, "You."

Harry's head snapped up and he stared at the Slytherin.

"Me?" he asked faintly.

"You." Draco tilted his head back and stared down into Harry's eyes. "Which means that the potion showed you me."

"Yes," Harry admitted, wondering where Draco was going with this.

The blonde reached over and played with Harry's fingers.

"Is there any hope for us?" he asked. "Of us getting together with our history?"

Harry gathered his courage.

"Depends," he said.

"On what?" Draco frowned, confused.

"On how long it takes you to decide to kiss me." Harry smiled.

Draco smiled back and leaned in. His lips connected with Harry's soft, full ones and the fireworks exploded for both of them. Draco moaned and pulled Harry into his lap. Harry let the blonde deepen the kiss before pulling him onto the floor of the stands. Draco lent up on his elbows to avoid putting all his weight on the smaller boy.

Breaking the kiss. Draco looked down at the flushed Gryffindor beneath him and whispered, "I never noticed before just how much I want you!"

"I noticed!" Harry glanced down between their bodies at Draco's obvious arousal.

Draco laughed slightly and made to move, but Harry's voice stopped him.

"I want you inside me."

"What?" Draco asked, not quite believing his ears.

"I want you inside me," Harry repeated his statement.

"Are you sure?" Draco asked, hardly daring to believe it.

In answer, Harry reached down, pulled off his trousers, spread his legs and lay back.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Draco smiled, pulled off his own trousers and positioned himself at Harry's entrance. A quick lube spell later and Draco was pushing inside his lover.

"I love you!" Draco moaned. "And I love your hot, tight ass!"

Harry laughed.

"I'm glad you like me!" he replied saucily.

Before Draco could make a move or reply, the two of them heard what was at that moment, the most annoying sound in the universe. Ron's voice.

"Harry! Harry, are you out here?"

"Damnit!" "Shit!" Harry and Draco swore simultaneously.

Draco moved to pull out, but Harry had a better idea. Using Draco's movement as a lever, he flipped them over so that the blonde was lying on the floor with Harry straddling his hips. Harry flashed the surprised Slytherin a cheeky smile, before sticking his head over the wall of the stands, careful to keep Draco buried up to the hilt within him.

"I'm here, Ron!" he called. "What do you want?"

"Oh, hey!" Ron looked surprised at Harry's sudden and somewhat dishevelled appearance. "Are you ok? You've been out here ages!"

"Yeah I'm fine!" Harry wanted to get this conversation over with quickly, he could feel Draco shifting beneath him impatiently. "I'm just thinking. You get back to Hermione and don't worry about me!"

"You sure?" Ron was confused.

"Yes!" Harry watched until the red head reached the castle doors before turning to Draco.

"That was fun," the blonde remarked, leaning up on his elbows.

"Yeah," Harry agreed sarcastically. "Shall we return to our previous positions?"

"No," Draco replied. "There's a better view from here!"

Harry smiled and began to move upon Draco. It wasn't long before Draco began to pump Harry's cock as they began to reach the edge. Draco tumbled off a split second before Harry did, moaning their lover's names.

"Harry?" Draco said as the Gryffindor climbed off him.

"Yeah?"

"I love you!"

"As much as I love you?" Harry asked.

"Yeah!" Draco replied, pulling Harry to him and kissing him.

They pulled on their clothes and left the Quidditch stadium, holding hands and whispering lovingly in each other's ears, discussing their future together.

They both forgot to collect the Golden Snitch that Harry had let go. It zoomed around the pitch, as though celebrating Harry and Draco's newfound love.

The End.

A/N: Five more stories to come! That's if you want them! Please review, but no flames, thanks!