Name of FanFiction: Home Sweet Home

Authoress: Casey Katemera

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter and co. Otherwise, Sirius would still be alive, and Harry and Draco would be a couple already, along with Ron and Hermione. Everything is © to J.K Rowling. However, I'm pretty sure I do own the Sleeping Beauty plant, and the potion used to cure it...

Summary: A Potions assessment. The Forbidden Forest. Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter. The Sleeping Beauty plant. What do you think this story is about?

Warning: slash (mxm) nothing more than kissing.


"What are you doing, Potter?" Draco Malfoy leaned over his Potions partner's shoulder.

"What does it look like?" Harry Potter grinned, not turning around.

"You don't want to know."

"Really, what?" Harry persisted.

"Really, you don't want to know – so stop asking!" Draco refused to chuckle at the look on Harry's face – a Malfoy never laughed at a Potter, unless it was for cruel and evil purposes.

"Alright." Harry gave in, to the surprise of the Slytherin.

"... are you going to answer my question?" he asked, after waiting a moment.

"What question?" Harry absentmindedly replied.

"The question I asked you two minutes ago!" Draco growled.

"Which was...?"

"I – I don't know," he replied, scratching his head at his sudden memory loss.

"Then why are we standing here talking when we have a Potions assessment to do?" Harry asked – a very good point, Draco conceded. Mentally, of course; a Malfoy never compliments a Potter.

"I don't know that either. Father would kill me if he heard that I had been speaking civilly to a Potter." Something else a Malfoy never did. Speak civilly to a Potter.

"And uh... what's your address again?" Harry asked, an evil grin on his face.

"Potter!" Draco exclaimed. Why the hell isn't he in Slytherin? He could fit right in!

"What?" Harry asked, an innocent look replacing the evil grin.

"That was unnecessary!"

"About as unnecessary as you tormenting me and my friends night and day, day and night?" Harry pointed out. Draco shook his head.

"No, that's fun."

"Not for us," he commented.

"Well - it is for me," Draco replied.

"... we're doing it again."

"Doing what?" he asked.

"Speaking civilly and not getting on with our assessment." Harry almost laughed there.

"Let's get on with it then," Draco grumbled.

"Do you want to fly or walk?"

"That's a stupid question."

"I thought so. Meet you outside the Forest in five minutes, then?" he asked, not believing that he was setting a 'date' with Draco Malfoy.

"Yep. See you then." And with that, both headed off to their dormitories to get their brooms – Harry his Firebolt, Draco his Nimbus 2002 (a new model – it's almost as good as a Firebolt, but not quite).

five minutes later

"S'that you, Malfoy?" Harry whispered, thoroughly spooked.

"No," said boy replied sarcastically.

"Idiot," Harry shot.

"What? Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer." The two mounted their brooms, and took off towards the middle of the forest.

"It wasn't a stupid question. I honestly didn't know if it was you or not."

"Well who else would be out here at this time of night?" Draco pointed out.

"I dunno. Let's just get on with it, shall we?"

"Alright." Draco mentally smacked himself. A Malfoy never agrees with a Potter! This was just getting to be too much...

"..." They continued on, completely unaware they were being watched.

"..." After a few minutes, something made a really weird noise.

SQUEEE

"Wh – what was that?" Draco stuttered; then guess what he did. That's right, he mentally hit himself again. A Malfoy never sounded scared around a Potter.

"Scared, Malfoy?" Harry asked, not really paying any attention to what he was saying.

"You wish." Draco replied, automatically.

"... ooh, déjà vu." Harry shivered, remembering.

"Huh?" Draco frowned.

"Remember the Duelling Club in second year? That duel we had – that's exactly what we said beforehand, except the other way around. You said 'scared, Potter?', and I replied 'you wish.'"

"Riiight..." Draco said. He didn't remember – after all, that was five years ago now. They were in their seventh year now.

"Honest! We did!" Harry grinned, continuing on. They had stopped flying when whatever it was had made that weird noise.

"Yep, I believe you Potter."

"No you don't!" Harry exclaimed!

"Yes, I do!" Draco retorted.

"Oh, OK then." Harry laughed mentally at the look on Draco's face. It was one of pure shock – he hadn't expected Harry to give in so easily.

"..." They kept on flying, almost to the center of the forest. They reached it, and landed gracefully.

"..." Beginning to look around the clearing, neither noticed still that they were being watched.

"Is that one of the plants we're meant to be looking for?" Harry asked, pointing to a white flower, with a purple stem and black leaves.

"I think so," Draco affirmed.

"Let's grab it."

"After you." Draco offered.

"OK." Harry grabbed it. And froze.

"Potter? You OK? Potter?" Draco asked, waving a hand in front of the Gryffindor's face.

"..." There was no reply.

"Harry?" Draco asked, trying out his first name. It sounded strange, coming from his mouth – he hadn't used it in years. At least, not to the aforementioned boy's face.

"..." Still no reply. Not even a twitch of his eye.

"Ohmigod." Draco gasped, and fumbled with the special communication screen Professor Snape had given them in case they got into any trouble in the Forest. Honestly, the Professor had expected them to use it a lot sooner.

"..." Harry didn't even move.

"PROFESSOR SNAPE!" Draco yelled into the COM screen.

"What is it, Draco?" came the electronic reply.

"Potter's Petrified-kind-of." The Professor's brow furrowed. 'Kind-of'?

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"He's frozen, but not exactly like Petrified frozen." Draco explained, holding the screen up so that Snape could see the Gryffindor.

"Bring him up to the Hospital Wing. I think I may know the cure..." Snape grinned.

"I'll be right there." Draco switched off the COM screen. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he called. He then mounted his broom (remembering to grab Harry's on the way), and took off towards the castle.

in the Hospital Wing

"So Professor, what's wrong with him?" Draco asked, lounging on the bed next to Harry's.

"The plant he pulled out – what did it look like?" Snape questioned.

"It had white petals, black leaves and a purple stem. Why?"

"It's the Sleeping Beauty plant." Snape's lip twitched. He had thought so.

"And what exactly is the cure?" Draco asked, not liking the way the Potions Master's lip twitched.

"A kiss from one's true love," the aforementioned Potions Master replied.

"Isn't that cliché?" Draco asked matter-of-factly.

"Yes, but you know the wizards who make these things – never creative."

"Right. So... how do we find out Ha – Potter's true love?" A Malfoy never refers to a Potter by their first name. Draco had slipped up on that in the forest, out of concern for a classmate – completely forgetting who that classmate was.

"We have to put a potion in everyone's drinks tonight at dinner in the Great Hall. If his true love drinks it, he or she will immediately come up to the Hospital Wing, and revive Harry."

"And what about the rest that drink it?" Draco frowned.

"They'll be feeling... amorous, to say the least."

"Merlin help us."

"I could say the same thing. Do you want to take yours now, as a precaution?" Snape asked.

"Alright." Draco agreed, and Snape produced a purplish-pink tinted potion.

"Here it is. Since I send seventh-year-students regularly into the forest, I keep a supply of this handy."

"..." Draco gulped it down, and suddenly swayed slightly.

"Draco, what's wrong with you?"

"..." He didn't reply. Walking over to Harry's bed in a daze, he leaned over the other boy, and brushed his lips against the Gryffindor's. A Malfoy never kissed a Potter, so Draco began to pull away. To his surprise, he felt Harry kissing him back – until his eyes opened, that is.

"Malfoy? WHY THE HELL ARE YOU KISSING ME?" he yelled.

"I – I guess I'm your true love, Harry. And you were kissing me back!" he accused, covering up the first sentence by speaking really quickly.

"..." Harry didn't reply – Draco guessed he was trying to register all of the complications the information recently received could trigger.

"Harry?" he asked tentatively.

"... well, that's good." He finally said.

"..." This time, it was Draco who was speechless.

"What?" Harry asked, grinning.

"Why did you say 'that's good'?" Draco frowned.

"Because I love you." This sent the Slytherin stumbling back a few paces.

"..." he was speechless for the second time in two minutes. That was a first for him. A Malfoy was never speechless around a Potter.

"Draco?" Harry asked.

"Yeah?"

"Well?"

"Well what?" Draco replied.

"I just told you I love you."

"And?"

"That has to count for something!" Harry exclaimed.

"Says who?" Draco smirked.

"Says me!" he retorted.

"And since when does what you say matter?"

"BOYS!" Professor Snape stepped in between them, looking to either one.

"Sorry, Professor." Draco apologised.

"Yeah, what he said." Harry grinned, receiving a glare from both pale humans.

"I'm going down to the Great Hall for lunch now. I expect to see you two down there shortly." Snape frowned, and whirled around, exiting the Hospital Wing as quickly as possible – getting away from the rising hormone levels.

"Yes, Professor."

"..." There was silence for a minute or so after the teacher left.

"Is he gone?" Draco asked.

"I think so," Harry replied, and grunted slightly as Draco pounced on him. Well, the potion had left him feeling a bit more than 'amorous'. He was what we call 'horny'.

"..." There was no breath left for words as the two parted for air. Harry then pulled Draco down for another, sweeter, kiss.

"..."

"Mmm, you taste good, Draco," he grinned. And Draco just barely registered what he had just done, and what he felt. A Malfoy was never supposed to love a Potter. And you know what? Draco didn't care.

"Likewise, Potter."

"How long did Snape mean by 'shortly'?" Harry asked.

"An hour or so?" Draco replied, grinned at the emerald-eyed boy.

"Good."

"Hey Harry?" Draco grinned.

"Yeah?" And above all, A Malfoy never said -

"I love you too..." to a Potter. But who cares? Certainly not anyone in that Hospital Wing.

Deep in the forest, a mysterious figure with long red hair chuckled.

"Very good Draco, Harry. You are playing your parts to perfection."

And neither of the two mentioned boys knew they were being watched.


Casey: And thus, the product of my extremely dirty, but sometimes kind of romantic, mind.

Random Muse #2: Review, please?

Casey: I just did an AutoSummary on this fic, and this is what the most important 1 of my fic is, according to the computer:

Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter. Draco exclaimed. Draco frowned.

Draco retorted.

"Harry?" Draco frowned.

"Draco?" Draco replied.

Draco grinned.

Casey: I'm not kidding; it really did. Anyway, just thought I'd share that with you since it's really funny. Ja ne!