Harry, Ron, and Hermione shyly walked in to the Potions classroom, all knowing how awkward the beginning of their day would be – double potions, then Snape was even helping out in DADA for some reason. Harry cursed to himself; being around Severus was the last thing he needed.

Hermione quickly veered to the left and plopped down at the chair closest to the back of the room, urging the two boys to do so as well. Harry took his seat slowly, his eyes burning in to the Professor's back. The emotion began building up inside him, all the anger and guilt and contempt. Despite his weariness and anger towards his ex lover, he still loved him no doubt, and knew he always would – which would make his last few school years difficult.

Draco sat down on the other side of the room, eyeing Harry carefully, trying to catch his attention.

"Harry! …Harry!" Draco's voice called out softly, beckoning the boy to look over. He did so, and felt slightly giddy from seeing the playful smile Draco gave him, and his added wink. Harry chuckled to himself, and looked down at the table in front of him, knowing now how he could charm anyone and everyone. It was his damn smile – not his usual smug smirk, but a sincere smile of his brightened up a room a tiny bit, and could melt anyone's heart. The Potions Professor turned around, facing the class, letting his eyes dart between Harry and Draco for a moment, then straightened out his robes and looked away.

"Today, we will be learning how to make love potions." The class groaned in unison almost, all remembering the last time it was attempted. Neville had tried to kiss Ron, while half the class backed Draco into a corner, trying to tear off his clothes, or just smother him in kisses. "No need to worry, it isn't the same as last time. This is a different love potion… a potion to retrieve lost loves." Harry knew Severus was trying so hard to not look at him, and he knew this lesson was more or less 'dedicated' to him. An apology possibly, but the older lover wouldn't be this easily forgiven.

"It is quite useful, seeing as most of us in our life will let the ones we love slip away. But more so, it is selfish. Very much so. If one you loved left you, they must have had a good reason, and to make them fall in love with you again after whatever you did would be wrong, though possibly some might not care." Most eyes were wide, not believing what they were hearing. Snape, talking about love, losing someone you love… they never thought it would be possible. And for them, it was weird. Snape, sensing what everyone must have thought, quickly added on.

"This isn't very important, quite stupid actually, but since Valentines Day is coming up soon I figured we could try it." He sounded cold and stern, but both Harry and Draco could see through his act. They both knew how he was feeling, and yet neither felt guilty anymore.

"You may work in pairs. Go ahead and choose your partners." Snape said, with a wave of his hand as if dismissing them. He turned around and began to bring out some ingredients from a lower shelf as the students scurried around.

" Mr. Potter…be my partner?" Draco smirked and raised a single eyebrow slightly as he scooted closer subtly. Harry rolled his eyes and nodded, following the blonde to the 'Slytherin' side of the room, where he sat. A cauldron, black and worn down, was on their table, along with random ingredients Snape had passed out.

"Hmm, quite a collection." Draco said, more to himself than anyone else, as he looked at the labels.

"Faerie's dust?" Harry asked, never having used the substance before. His partner nodded thoughtfully.

"Not used very often. Just in potions like this. Faerie's are creatures of love, and they carry around with them dust. It's said that they sprinkle bits of the glittery powder on lovers, to keep them together for a long time or something like that."

Harry and Draco swayed slightly as they walked to the Great Hall, feeling absolutely hungry after all the class work. Their hands brushed against each other slightly, every so often, until finally Harry stopped walking completely and grabbed Draco's arm lightly.

"Harry? I'm hungry. Lets go." Harry was persistent though; he pulled Draco closer a bit, both of them feeling a bit nervous, but for different reasons. Harry couldn't help it; he had to kiss the Slytherin again. The previous encounter filled his mind constantly, and he wanted that contact again. He wasn't sure if the other would react well, but he had to try again, he needed Draco. Draco was hesitant – nervous because he knew he was falling for Harry quickly. Was it really right for a Slytherin to be in love with a Gryffindor? Not only were their Houses so different, but their personalities as well. Harry was courageous, outgoing, and constantly had worries. Always it seemed some pressure was pushing down on him, keeping him from complete happiness. Draco was extremely confident – even cocky, most of the time. He was brave, but in a different way, and he never had any troubles or issues come up in his life at all.

Draco, figuring he could barely fight the lust between them, went ahead and leaned in, letting his lips linger just a few centimeters away from Harry's own mouth. He could feel the other's hot breath, caressing and warming his cheek, and not being able to take the torture, Harry pressed their lips together. It was more passion filled than their last kiss, and both were definitely more prepared. Draco let his tongue slide into Harry's mouth, exploring, playfully battling with Harry's own tongue. He let his hands run down the less filled out chest and torso, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He didn't mind Harry was smaller in size; in fact, he believed they fit perfectly together. The kiss, sweet and more romantic than anything either of them shared with Severus, ended eventually, when both were panting too much and out of breath. They took a moment to regain composure, and Harry silently thanked the Gods for the fact no one had walked by during their little meeting.

"So…" Harry watched the ground, not knowing exactly what to say. Draco smirked slightly, knowing he was a good kisser, and was proud of it.

"Harry, I really am still hungry."

"Oh! Yes. Let's go eat."