Disclamor: Again I don't own Harry Potter J.K. Rowling does.

Ch3

Fate took it's toll three weeks later during Potions. Draco and I had already completed our potins with plenty of time to spare. Being quite gifted in the area, Snape decided to take advantage of my spare time.

"Mathews! Help Potter with his pathetic thing he calls a 'Love Potion!"

Completly shocked with the fact that anyone could have trouble with this simple potion, I looked over at Harry's which instead of being pink it was quite thick and grey.Draco must've been looking over at the potion as well because he seemed to of spotted Ron's next to it. So worse it was completly indescribeable.

"Oh, Professor might I help Weasly with his mud contraption as-well?" Draco asked whilst sneering at ron. Snape merely nodded.

"Give em hell for me love" Draco whispered to me.

"Likewise" I said with a laugh.

As i reached Harry's cauldron, a foul stench of rotted rish and wet dog reached my nose.

"Ugh Potter, didn't you know 'Love Potions' are supposed to smell pleasant and subductive to the reciever not like a pile of dragon dung!"

"Well it's a good thing I wasn't planing on making this for you now is it. Seeing how you like them, next tim I'll be sure to add the smell of slimy git, but I don't think Malfoy will fit in my cauldron."

I was a bit shocked with thjis retort. Yes we did fight when we had talked, but never had he ever brought up Draco, especially in a sense of jelousy. We began working on his potion from scratch in silence. It wasa bit hard to work with his presence.

I couldn't help but notice how entirely good he looked. My favorite thing about him was his har. Carelessly askew and jet black, and it helped that a few strands fell a bit over his deep green eyes.

I couldn't believe I was thinking this! This is Harry Potter, your boyfriends worst enemy! But what Harry said next startled me.

"So why Malfoy?"

"What do you mean!"

"Why him? I mean I know you're a new student and all but that doesn't mean you shouldn't have brains."

"Excuse me! I have no brainds? I'm no the one that can't create simply potions!"

"I didn't mean you were stupid or anything. Sorry." he looked like he meant it too. But I couldn't be too sure, so I tempted.

"You sound almost sincere but no need for your charity Potter.

"I was being honest! Unlike your 'Prince' I have a heart. Now you never answered my question."

"So, why do you want to know so badly? Jealous maybe?"

Looking competly appaled but a little embarrsed he shook his head.

"I, jealous of Malfoy, now Jessy you never told me you were a comedian."

"Well how else could I not suspect jealousy? I see the way you look at me. The way your fists clench and your blood boils everytime you see me on his arm. Wishing that were your arm aren't you?"

Harry got so upset by this that the vial he had clenched har in his hand had shattered, spilling glass and something like acid all over the floor.

"50 points from Gryffindor Mr. Potter! No clean this up!" barked Snape.

I quickly gathered my things and left as soon as the bell rang. Not talking to anyone even Draco I hurried to my dorm in complete shock. Why did I do that? Why was I so cruel? But wait why was he so keen to know why I liked Malfoy?

None of this made sense.