Harry and Severus left the infirmary together soon after, much to Madam Pomfrey's satisfaction. Harry's first class was double Potions, and he was not particularly happy about it, nor about the fact his teacher was walking him to the dungeons. His whole body went stiff as he remembered the dream he had while bathing, and how Snape had… kissed him, touched him. He had been so sure it was Draco at first who was arousing him, but then again he didn't remember ever fully seeing Draco's face, he just assumed. And to find out it was the Slytherin Head of House? It may have been a dream, but it disgusted him to no end.

"Potter, what is it?" Snape asked, irritated by Harry's sudden halt. The boy thought it was slightly odd Snape stopped to question him.

"Nothing, sir, it is nothing."

"Then I would appreciate it if you kept walking, you know I hate late arrivers in my class. Quite the distraction, and you are already enough of a problem." Snape sneered, then began walking with strides twice as fast. Harry jogged to catch up.

As Harry and the Professor entered the Potions classroom, students (who took it upon themselves to sit down without the teacher) gazed with wide, inquiring eyes. Ron was seated besides Hermione, who grinned and waved; accidentally knocking Ron in the head, evoking a hard, long glare from him. Harry smiled to himself slightly as he took a seat next to Hermione, loving the look of displeasure on his ex best friends face when he realized Hermione was still speaking to Harry.

"Today I will be attempting to show you how to make quite an advanced love potion… but I highly doubt anyone in this class currently will be able to grasp the concept of it fully. It is no ordinary love potion, by any means; it makes the drinker completely truthful to the one they love, or when speaking about the one they love. It is most commonly used to figure out if your spouse is faithful or not. This is not something to be taken lightly, though; the affects are long lasting. There are reports of it working for one's whole life, but the most common amount of time is half a year." Snape took a breath as his eyes scanned the room, and wasn't surprised when many looked troubled or not happy with the assignment.

"The ingredients include Ashwinder eggs, Jobberknoll feathers, and a form of Veritaserum, which as you know is a truth potion. I will be assigning you partners, and you will get to work immediately." Harry shifted uneasily in his seat, knowing Snape wasn't going to give him the best partner.

"Crabbe, Granger. Parkinson, Zambini. Potter, Weasley." Snape smirked maliciously at Harry, before spinning on his heel and striding to his desk. From there, he named off other students.

Harry and Hermione switched seats, while Ron just glared.

"Don't you dare get too close, Potter."

"Ron, you honestly think I would attempt to make a move on you?" Harry scoffed as the redhead narrowed his eyes.

"Trust me, I wouldn't dream of it, especially when my boyfriend is quite more attractive than you." Harry knew he was stooping just as low as him, but he couldn't help it – he loved the shocked and disgusted look Ron gave when he heard the word 'boyfriend'.

"You are disgusting. You and your boyfriend, who I highly doubt is good looking, by the way, will die at the hand's of You-Know-Who, and I would be happy to see to it," Ron spat. Harry flinched slightly, remembering the similar words Pansy spoke to Draco earlier. He quickly recovered, and snorted.

"He happens to be prettier than any girl you'd ever be able to get… but I guess that isn't saying much, either, considering you've never had one, and you wont ever." Ron was about to reply when Harry cut him off. "Hermione doesn't count, because you and I both know she only agreed to see you because she pitied you."

"You bloody bastard!" Ron spat through gritted teeth, not realizing they had gained a bit of a crowd. He made a quick move to raise his arm to strike Harry, but a shattering noise stopped him. On the ground by his feet were shards of glass with a clear liquid, and Harry snickered when he realized it was a fairly good-sized vial of Veritaserum. Snape would definitely throw a fit about that.

Ron ignored it and grabbed Harry by the collar, shocking the brunette slightly, yet he had no time to really think as he felt himself being flung to the ground, right over the mess of glass and potion. Harry hissed as he felt his robes being torn and shards embedded in his back. He could feel the blood slowly pooling; not a lot, but enough to know those weren't just little pieces of glass. With not a second wasted, Ron kneeled beside Harry and wrapped his fingers around Harry's neck, squeezing tightly.

"Ronald Weasley! Up to Dumbledore's office immediately." Snape snarled, hurrying towards them. He kneeled and lifted Harry into his arms, cradling him slightly as he muttered a few words under his breath. The glass in Harry's skin vanished, and the boy felt the pain subside; yet his head throbbed from hitting the ground before the rest of his body did, and he could barely breathe. He was barely aware the Potions Master was holding him, but he felt as content as one could in such a situation. Snape felt the Gryffindor bury his face in his neck as he carried Harry out of the room, hurrying up stairs to put him in the infirmary. The unconscious sign of affection made Snape's mind wander, but he knew not to go there now.

Draco sat straight up as Snape burst in the infirmary, carrying an unconscious Harry, who's face didn't hold it's usual bronze glow, and red marks curved around his neck.

"Severus?" Draco questioned, but the Professor paid no attention.

"Poppy! Poppy!" Snape called out, setting Harry down on a bed. Madam Pomfrey scurried into the room.

"Severus, why must you holler and – oh my, what happened?" She squeaked, stopping next to Harry's bedside. Harry's breathing was shallow; it was evident he had almost suffocated. Draco watched him with wide eyes, his eyes stinging with tears that were welling up.

"Another student attacked him during class. I hope you do not mind if I leave, I believe I should inform Dumbledore of what happened." Snape nodded, and left.

"Madam Pomfrey, is he going to be all right? Why isn't he breathing well? Do you see those marks on your neck? Can you make him better?" Draco babbled on, never taking a breath before Madam Pomfrey cut him off.

"Draco, lie back and get some rest." Draco grumbled and adjusted his position in the bed.

"You make sure he gets all the attention he needs… I'm very powerful, and have connections," Draco mumbled grumpily, staring up at the ceiling. Madam Pomfrey ignored his threat and preformed a few spells to keep Harry's breathing steady. She inspected the back of his head, feeling around through his dark mess of hair, and her fingers ran across a bump. She cringed, knowing that's why he was rendered unconscious.

Harry opened his eyes, feeling groggy and did not appreciate the sharp pain in his head. He let his eyes scan the room, and within a few moments he realized he was resting in the infirmary.

"Harry!" Draco breathed out, jumping out of his bed to be by Harry's side. Harry weakly smiled and used his hands to put himself into a sitting position.

"Draco… How are you feeling?"

"I think the question is how are you feeling? You weren't unconscious for long, but it looks like you had a nasty blow to the head."

"Oh, heh, yes I did. I think from now on I will be dreading Potions even more than before."

"Who attacked you?"

"…Ron… Draco, don't give me that look, I was egging him on. If I were in his shoes, I would have most likely done the same." Harry sighed, knowing no matter what he said, Draco would definitely have a few words with the Weasley.

"What did you say to bother him?" Draco eyed Harry curiously.

"I told him my boyfriend was prettier than any girl he could ever get, and that Hermione just pitied him…" Harry gave a lopsided grin, and felt satisfaction when Draco gave him a smirk of approval.

"Good work. Not like you were lying, either. That weasel is quite pathetic, you know, I still can't believe in our first year you declined my friendship to be with him." Draco looked somewhat bitter, but the Gryffindor just chuckled.

"I like it better this way."

"What way?"

"Fighting all these years, being so hateful."

"What!"

"Because, you know, it makes us the perfect couple."

"Love, I don't get what you mean…"

"We hated each other with such a passion, and because of that we were stubborn. Now – since it is the opposite, we will be that firm and stubborn about our relationship; nothing will be able to make us stray." Harry smiled, knowing he sounded completely cheesy, but also aware it was the complete truth. Draco just smiled in return, and kissed Harry.