Title: Complicated
Author: Morbid Romantic
Genre: Humor/Romance
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Somebody else,
'Round everyone else
Your watchin your back
Like you can't relax
You try to be cool,
You look like a fool to me..."

-Complicated (Avril Lavigne)

Chapter Three: Potions Class

I can feel the sweat steadily trickling down my spine, making my clothes cling to my skin like a child would cling to his nanny after a particularly terrifying nightmare. The same stone walls of the dungeon that keep the potions classroom a freezer in the winter, are now cooking me like a Cajun crawfish.

Of course, the fact that Potter is standing a little to close really doesn't make it any better. Snape just had to partner us up, to make truth serum to boot.

"Malfoy, can you hand me that vial, please?" Potter asks me, shifting to point to a black vial, his arm brushes against mine. I resist the urge to throw myself into his arms, and instead throw the vile of white powder at him instead. He catches it with ease, long seekers fingers wrapping around the vile. I gulp uneasily, imagining what those fingers would look like wrapped around...

'There you go again!' an annoyed voice in my mind pipes in, cutting the thought that was in process in half. I let out a sigh. This is going to be a very long day...

I feel the electricity surge through my skin as Malfoy's pale arm is brushed up against mine. I catch the vile he throws at me, and quickly move over to the side, leaving a large gap between us.

My night had been spent sleepless, images of the pale, blond haired vixen rolling through my mind. I sneak a glance over at him, longing to run my fingers through his hair to push the lock of hair that had fallen in his eyes, back in place.

"Five minutes." Snape said loudly, cutting into my mixed jumble of thoughts. I stare at him contemptuously as he casts a glance over at Malfoy and I. How dare he partner us up, to make truth serum to boot...

I watch Malfoy raise his hand, slowly yet steadily. I can't help but notice the way the muscles in his neck move as his arm is stretched above him.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape says coolly, raising a dark eyebrow against his sallow skin.

"Do we have to test them out?" Malfoy asks, a rare emotion of fear being allowed to grace his face.

"No," Snape says. I see Malfoy's muscles relax; a sigh of relief erupts from his throat. "We have to make the anti-dotes first."

Malfoy gives Snape a shocked, scandalized look, and then slowly starts to bang his head on to table in front of him. A low moan rises from his lips.

TBC