Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything; These characters, with the exemption of Oliver George, and most of the settings belong to JK Rowling, not me. If it did however, I'd be filthy stinking rich! ahem Oliver George, nice guy, all rights pertaining to him belong to Hannah. In fact, this story is partly written by Hannah, must give her credit; We wrote this together, I just took the liberty of doing all the hard work since I have no life still. You still reading?...Yep.

Warning: LM/OC SLASH abuse/angst, mature scences wink wink nudge nudge Basically, all that good stuff.

Summary: Who ever knew falling in love would be this complicated? Lucius Malfoy sure didn't. In his 7th year at Hogwarts, he encounters an overwhelming feeling with another student. In many ways, its different, very different. Read to find out why

We still don't have a beta, so bear with us.

Enjoy!

Defence Against The Dark Arts Lesson One: Sitting Next To A Cute Guy Is Bad

After leaving the great hall for breakfast, Lucius and some other Slytherins walked to the Defence Against the Darks Arts class, tormenting young innocent by standers on the way.

"I wonder what we'll learn today?"

"Would we care anyway?" Lucius shook his head as they entered the classroom.

"Shame though, such a good class gone to waste. What with the Gryffindors here as well, things won't be as good as they could be." Lucius said, taking a seat in the back with the rest of the Slytherins.

Across the room most of the Gryffindors were sitting, far away from the Slytherins, which was no suprise. Lucius watched out the corner of his eye as Oliver walked in and sat down.

'Thank goodness no one noticed...' he thought, refering to his friends, who were busy talking to some Slytherin girls.

"Good Morning the lot of you. All is fair I suppose!" the professor said cheerfully as she walked into the classroom, slowing down with each step.

"Oh dear..." she said looking around "I would've expected better from my 7th years. This'll never do!"

"What's she talking about?"

"She's off her rocker, she is!" was heard from the Slytherin side of the room as they whispered among themselves.

The Gryffindors didn't look too pleased either. Why would they? Every year it was the same thing, they were to mingle with the other houses, putting their differences aside.

"Get up all of you! Pick a partner, or I shall choose one for you."

Everyone let out a disdainful groan as they stood up, most Slytherins scratching their chairs violently on the floor.

"Quickly now, quickly!" The professor encouraged, watching the students crowd around, sitting at random tables.

'This.Is.So.Stupid!' Lucius thought sitting himself at an empty table on the other side of the room. 'I'll let one come to me, hopefully, the one I'd rather sit with...'

Oliver ran out of the Great Hall just when breakfast disappeared from the tables. He hadn't had eaten that good in weeks and wasn't about to miss a single second of it. He sprinted to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, stuffing himself with a cinnamon-raisin bagel, and ran in just before the bell rang. He sat down at the desk right behind Sirius, who didn't notice him because he was talking animatedly to James. The Slytherins in the room were hissing about something again, but he didn't turn around. Lucius was somewhere in the back of the room and it was no good if he blushed right in front of the whole DADA class.

'I've to get rid of this stupid crush! I can't like the worst enemy of James and Sirius ... and me, of course.'

The teacher entered the room, being her cheerful self again, that he normally loved. Today, though, he didn't like her at all.

"Get up all of you! Pick a partner, or I shall choose one for you." She said and more than the half class glared at her.

Oliver sighed and stood up, watching how all the others shuffled around and slowly found a new partner to sit with. He spotted Lucius sitting alone at a desk.

'I could go over and sit down next to him ... Shut up! You won't!'

He stood there, unsure what to do and whom to choose.

"Mr George?" Oliver looked first at the teacher, then around the class. Most of the others had already found a partner.

"Yes?" he asked quietly, dreading what she was about to say.

"You go and sit over there. Next to Mr Malfoy." Oliver hung his head and nodded.

Lucius watched as a person sat next to him; it was Oliver.

'And I thought this would be good, it's awkward.'

He watched the professor wonder around the room. Most of the students were angry and frowning, for once the classroom was quiet, and that was something even the professor knew.

"Why, its never been this quiet before. Its as if you..." She paused, putting her hand to her ear "...can hear a pin drop"

'Crazy bitch.'

"Well now" she said waving her wand, the shutters closing and a projector appearing in the middle of the room. "We'll just take a few notes today about the history of darks arts magic."

The professor finished as the projector clicked, showing a black and white picture of a wizard on the wall screen. Lucius took out quill and parchment, carelessly writing certain words that the professor said. He occasionally glanced over at Oliver, who was busy writing his own notes.

'hmm...stupid notes! Pay attention to me damn it! If only there was a way to make conversation...'

Lucius went back to writing his notes, which were little doodles of course.

Oliver focused on taking notes. Maybe if he didn't look at Lucius this feeling would vanish; This fluttering in his stomach that made him want to run away.

'Why the hell has he have to smell so good? ... Where did that come from! ... Being gay is harder than I thought. Not only I have to hide it from my friends, no, now I'm having a stupid crush on my fucking enemy!'

Oliver stole a quickly glance at Lucius while reaching out for the ink glass. He spilled it and the thick, dark fluid flew over Lucius parchment.

"Shit! I'm sorry." Oliver stuttered and took out a handkerchief, attempting to clean up what he'd done.

'Why do I have to be so stupid! Now he doesn't have any notes!'

"It's alright." He heard Lucius.

'No. No, it's not!'

"Those were your notes, weren't they?"

'Can I even ask a stupider question! Of course those were his! They lay on his desk!'

"Yes."

"I'm such an idiot." Oliver murmured and ran a hand through his hair.

"You're not an idiot. It was just an accident."

'Why is he so nice to me? I bet I'm looking really pathetic and he's just having pity with me.'

"Here then" he said and held his own notes towards Lucius, pointedly looking on the floor. "Take mine."

"No, its okay. I'll just copy someone else's notes."

Oliver looked around. Most of the others just gazed into space and didn't move more than they needed to breathe.

"One of the Slytherins?" Oliver looked back the desk again.

"What do you mean by 'one of the Slytherins'?"

Oliver twitched slightly. 'Great! Now I made him angry! I don't want him to be angry with me.'

"Um...I didn't mean it offensively. It's j-just... It doesn't really look as if they take notes, or good ones for that matter."

"I see what you mean..."

"So I insist, I ruined yours, you can copy mine."

He shoved the papers to Lucius when the bell rang and quickly stood up, putting his stuff in his bag rapidly. He caught up with Sirius, who laid an arm around his shoulders, and walked out of the room as fast as he could. He needed some air.