A/N: Hello! This chapter is much shorter, but I promise the next one will be longer and also better composed, since this one is a bit flimsy and also unedited.

Thanks to Johanna for double-checking my spelling and grammar.

Warnings: The swearing and mentions of sex contains.

Chapter two

"Draco! You tell me this instant how you didn't get caught last night, and don't you dare give me that bullshit about hiding at the bottom of the lake, because I know that your bubble-head charm sucks!" Pansy's voice was way to shrill in the morning. Draco ignored her and hid his head under the soft duvet. The two statements 'He won't remember, it's going to be fine.' And 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I kissed Harry Potter.' Seemed to wrestle over the most accuracy in his head, and it made him nauseous. He flinched as he felt his duvet stir and someone climbed into the bed next to him, forcing their way under the covers.

"Pansy, for fuck's sake! Have you no regard for personal space? I'm almost naked!" Draco hissed, but still scooted over as the unwelcome bed guest made herself comfortable.

"So what? So am I." This was fortunately not true since she was, for once, decently dressed in a full-length silk-pyjamas.

"Muffliato" She did the spell verbal on purpose to draw his attention to the fact that they could speak in private. This did not mean that Draco would fall for it. Absolutely not.

"So, did you get any action or not?" She asked and Draco felt himself blush deeply.

"Yeah, the action of a midnight swim, which was just excitement enough, thank you. What about you, how did you avoid getting caught?"

"I have my ways." She shrugged. "Tell me what happened. Did you approach Potter? Was he with you in the lake?" Damn Pansy and her too good intuition.

"You tell me your ways, I'll tell you mine." He challenged. She smirked.

"Fine, I was on my way back from the quidditch pitch, where I had been using the loo. I saw the teacher's coming and bolted before anyone else saw them. Now your turn." She nudged her knee against his.

"Oh no, that's not a story to bargain with. How did it go with Weasley and Boot, and Blaise?" That would at least distract her for a while. She sighed.

"Well, at least one of us managed to fulfil the bet." She winked at him and he stared back at her in disbelief.

"You made out with Weasley?"

"It was a dare, and Boot didn't seem to mind at all. I might make arrangements with them sometime this week, making the most of the time left you know." She said airily, as if she was talking about which cereal she was going to choose for breakfast.

"What about Blaise? Are you going to invite him too?" Draco was more than thankful for this distraction and happily threw himself head first into the interrogation of Pansy's always adventurous sex life.

"No, he lost the bet, I don't think he would be interested in a second go without that glory to be won. And I wouldn't want to do anything that made it weird between us, or Theo."

"Right, because you've never done anything weird before." Draco muttered, earning a hard pinch in the side.

"Now you tell me, what happened with Potter?"

"Why would anything have happened with Potter?" Draco answered grumpily, wondering how on earth he could snake out of telling Pansy the truth.

"Because you look frivolously happy and kind of panicky?" She stated smugly. Draco snorted.

"I'm neither happy nor panicky."

"Really? So, you'll have no problem going to lunch with me in half an hour? In the Great Hall, where the rest of the school will be, including Potter?"

"No of course not, I would love some lunch." Draco answered in a voice one octave higher than he had intended.

"Good, I'm going to put some clothes on then." Pansy winked again and skipped back to her own dorm.

Draco groaned and he was tempted to hide under the covers again. Instead he stumbled to his feet and into the bathroom. What was intended to be a brisk morning shower turned out to take a lot longer since he couldn't seem to get last night's event out of his mind. He had been stupid to kiss Potter, but why had Potter been stupid enough to kiss him back? Was it something he had wanted to do in the moment, or had he thought about it before? Had he been drunk enough to not know what he was doing, or drunk enough to pursue what he wanted? Thinking about it drove Draco insane. Thinking about the look in Potter's eyes just before he kissed him, and the way his hands had wandered all over Draco's body however, also drew him insane, but in a more enjoyable way…

Pansy was not happy that Draco was late.

Potter was not at lunch, a fact that, when Draco thought about it, wasn't that surprising. If Draco had been in the state Potter had been in just ten hours before, he wouldn't want to leave his dorm either. 'He's probably still drunk.'

"I know that something happened." Pansy stated as they exited the hall and headed for the sun-soaked grounds.

"Because." She continued when he didn't answer. "You are jumpier than Granger in class, looking over your shoulder. Are you waiting for someone? Someone that didn't show up?" She asked in a mockingly sweet tone. She was never going to give up, it was either telling her, or breaking up their friendship and spend the rest of his life alone, since no one else were likely to take her place beside an ex-death eater who had been a disappointment to both sides in the damned war.

"We kissed." Draco blurted out in a strained whisper. Pansy shrieked before he managed to slap his hand over her mouth, viciously looking around to see if someone could have heard him. The grounds were indeed filled with students basking in the sun, playing quidditch, bathing their feet in the lake, some older students desperately trying to study for their last NEWTs and OWLs, but no one was within thirty feet of them, or paid them any attention at all.

"Oh My God!" Pansy gasped, falling back on muggle expressions in her state of chock.

"When? How? Who kissed who? What happened next? Do you think you're going to do it again?" She fired questions at him and he started to regret his decision not to die alone. Thankfully, she at least kept her voice quiet and guided him towards the greenhouses, which was a more deserted area.

"Hold your hippogriffs." Draco told her. "It's not that big of a deal. I kissed him, then he kissed me, and then he puked. He probably doesn't even remember it." The statement drilled a hole through Draco's stomach, but he wasn't sure if it was because he wanted Potter to remember, or if he was afraid that he might.

"He puked? Are you that bad at kissing?" Pansy giggled and Draco sent a mild stinging hex in her direction.

"He was bloody wasted, he could barely stand straight, if we had done more it would be considered rape, and that wouldn't sit well with my 'cleared of all charges' record, would it." Draco banged the back of his head into the cold glass behind them, as they sat down with their backs against greenhouse seven. Holy fuck, what a mess he had gotten himself into. Here he thought he could live through one more week in peace before he was free to do whatever he pleased.

"What are you going to do about it?" Pansy asked after having forced him to spill every single detail of the encounter.

"Nothing, of course. What could I possibly do about it?" It was a rhetorical question, but Pansy answered it anyway.

"You could drag him into a broom cupboard and shag him." Draco snorted.

"Yeah right, and get hexed into next year, have you forgotten that this is Potter we're talking about?"

"The same Potter who snogged you senseless last night?" She was right, and Draco could not wrap his head around it, no matter how many times he kept replaying the scene where Potter had stumbled after him. Returning Draco's kiss was one thing, following him for more was a completely different matter.

The following twenty hours seemed to stretch out ridiculously long as Draco spent the evening trying to study, only to be interrupted by Theo's whining every five minutes. Seriously, he should have known he couldn't go around showing his stupid doxy-weed to every person at Hogwarts if he didn't want to get caught. Apparently, McGonagall took pity on him, or she just didn't care since it was merely five schooldays left of the term, but Theo didn't get expelled, even though he had landed himself a ministry hearing. At least he and Blaise, in contrast to Pansy, had bought his 'hiding at the bottom of the lake'-story. They might have accepted the fact that he was gay, accepting the fact that he was crushing on Potter was on a completely different level. Not that he was crushing on Potter! It was just simple attraction, it happened all the time.

The library was rather deserted, which was a rare sight in times of exams. The explanation, of course, was that the time was seven bloody thirty in the morning and most students was either still in their dorms, or at breakfast. Pansy insisted that a 'good start' on their last day of study was a good idea, so they could have an 'early night' and therefore be fresh and ready at Tuesday's potions exam. Draco would not have agreed to it if he wasn't desperate for an O. If he could impress Slughorn enough to give him a letter of recommendation, a lot of more doors would open for him, career wise.

There were only five other students' in the library, four Ravenclaws' and Granger. Unfortunately, Pansy saw a great opportunity to ruin Draco's life, and chirped a bright

"Good morning!" To Granger and sat down by the table next to her. Granger looked as disbelieving as Draco, but didn't say anything, just nodded and returned to her great stack of notes.

"We're not sitting here." Draco mouthed, boring his eye's into Pansy's.

"I am, it's one of the best tables." She answered casually as she unloaded her books from her bag. Since she wasn't wrong, Draco could see no publicly acceptable reason to fight her. Instead, he sunk down on a chair, and hurriedly buried himself in his potions book, as he suspected he would have a tad harder to concentrate later in the day.

The library kept filling up as time went by, and nearly precisely an hour after their arrival, the door opened to reveal Potter and Weasley, yawning and both with dishevelled appearances, as though they'd just stumbled out of bed, which was probably just the case. Draco panicked and tried to steer his mind away from Potter's bed as the pair joined their friend at the dangerously close range. They sat down and shared their good mornings with Granger, paying no attention to their unlikely neighbours. Until Pansy cleared her throat loudly and randomly stated:

"I hope there will be seafood for lunch today. I just feel like something salty, fresh out of a lake you know." Draco kicked her in the shin, and she winced, but smirked nonetheless. Three heads whipped up to stare at her, and Draco calmly met Potter's eyes, his insides melting and on fire at the same time.

"We never get seafood for lunch." Weasley mumbled, as if the statement had been perfectly normal. Draco had to use his full set of self-control as he met Potter's eyes and smirked confidently. Potter blushed deeper than crimson and accidentally spilled his ink-bottle all over the table, but he didn't even seem to notice as Granger scolded him and started to clean up the mess with her wand. His eyes were stuck on Draco and he seemed unable to look away. How very Gryffindor to not have any kind of pokerface. Draco watched in fascination as a variety of feelings sailed across Potter's face. First there was chock, humiliation and a little bit of fear, then came confusion, curiosity and something suspiciously like… desire? Draco kept his face blank, refusing to be the first one to break the eye-contact.

"What's the matter Harry? Did you forget something? I have all the books, you could borrow mine if you want." Granger's concerned voice broke the tense silence and Potter finally looked away.

"What?" He asked. Naturally.

Holy fuck, Potter obviously remembered. The question was how much. But Potter's reaction had given Draco exactly the advantage he needed. He had looked mortified, and Granger and Weasley didn't seem to notice, so he couldn't have told them. After all, Draco wasn't the one who had puked on his own shoes, in fact, he had very little to be embarrassed about, right? This was actually quite fun. Every time he cleared his throat, or coughed, or shifted his sitting position those green eyes were on him again. Potters' face wasn't as crimson as when they had first locked eyes, but a certain rosiness in his cheeks and an intense look in his eyes told Draco that the other man wasn't unaffected by his presence.

When lunch were closing in, he stepped up his game, sucking on his quill absentmindedly before moaning in resignation, although it didn't sound too resigned. Glancing at Potter, he saw the wanted flushed cheeks and intense stare, but it suddenly became much harder to keep his appearance imperturbable as Potter was biting his bottom lip, his eyes glued to Draco's lips, his pupils so dilated his eyes looked almost black. Draco couldn't stop colour from rising to his cheeks, and his breath got stuck in his throat. For the first time, he was the first one to look away, and when he did that, he saw a sly smile playing on Potter's lips. Fuck.

"Let's go to lunch." Draco announced and closed his book.

"Just a minute Draco, this passage is just so hard, it might take a while to wrap my head around it and really penetrate what it means." Pansy answered and Potter spilled his ink again. Draco gave her a murderous glance before snatching up the books that weren't theirs and started returning them to the shelves. After slamming the last one back into it's place with unnecessary force, he rested his forehead against the dusty bookshelf and let out a sigh. What the hell was he playing at? He couldn't just sit and seduce Potter in the middle of the library. Not even very mild seducing. Why did his brain stop on other things he could do to seduce Potter? Things that certainly wasn't appropriate in such a public place. Suddenly the 'wanting to punch Potter'-part of his brain crawled out from under the stone it had been hiding and took over with full force, making Draco clench his fists and bang his head against the shelf, eyes closed as he muttered under his breath. Why did he have to come and make things complicated?

"What are you doing?" Draco flipped around and found himself staring into those green eyes all over again.

"That's none of your business." He answered, a little less cold and a little more irritated than he had hoped. Potter looked irritated too, but he also had a demanding air around him that contrasted his blushing face and ink-stained shirt.

"Fine, then tell me what happened Saturday. Why did you…?" He fell silent, as if his half question would be enough to make Draco spill any details. He sneered.

"Why did I do what, Potter? Having trouble remember how the night ended, do you?" He answered mockingly, taking one step closer to the Gryffindor, which of course was a mistake since he now could basically feel the heat from Potter's cheeks.

"Why were you even there at the end of the night? Were you stalking me?" Potter tried, and failed, to gain control by mimicking Draco's confidence.

"You came stumbling over me, remember? I was just minding my own business, just like right now. Who's stalking who really?" Draco asked in a low voice, making sure they were completely hidden by the large bookcase.

"Then why did you kiss me?" Potter asked, apparently throwing all caution out the window. Damned Gryffindor-tactics.

"Are you sure the doxy-weed didn't mess too much with your head? Why would I kiss you? You're an intolerable git who is just obsessed with wanting the world to throw themselves at your feet. Sorry Potter, I'm not waiting in that line." Because apparently, he was in front of the line, and he wasn't waiting. Doubt flew across Potter's face before it was replaced by anger. He closed the gap between them in two strides and suddenly Draco found himself pushed up against the bookshelf, Potters hands clutching his shirt. For a wonderful moment Draco thought he was going to kiss him again, but instead he hissed

"You're a manipulative liar Malfoy, and I'm going to find out what you're up to, I've done it before and I can do it again." Draco felt Potter's hot breath on his chin and could see every speck of colour in those intense eyes.

"Really? What more have you done before and could do again?" Draco's eyes wandered from Potter's eyes to his lips and back up again. Potter's eyes widened in chock, a surprised gasp escaping from his throat.

"Oh Please, could you two maybe not fight for like two seconds. Seriously, it's not even a week left, can't you just leave each other alone?" Granger interrupted the encounter as she peaked out from behind her enormous pile of levitated books, apparently returning them to the shelves before lunch. The moment was effectively gone and Draco shoved Potter off him. "You heard her Potter. Leave me alone for like two seconds." He winked and headed for the door, trusting Pansy to bring his bag.

Why would he fucking wink?! This had to stop. Immediately. He could not let himself be enchanted by Potter in this way, if this became public news, Draco was doomed. He could ignore Potter, ignoring people was what Draco did best.

That worked for another twenty hours until the practical potions exam schedule was revealed. The class was divided in fours, each group assigned a two-hour period in which they would be asked to brew an individual potion. Draco stared at the schedule on the classroom door.

Tuesday 09.30

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Harry Potter

Why? Why did life keep punishing him for his stupid life-choices, hadn't he suffered enough? There was no way he could receive an Outstanding on his potion if Potter was breathing down his neck. Or doing other things to his neck. Or other body-parts. Which he obviously wasn't going to since this was an exam and not Draco's wank-time. 'Oh lord kill me now.' Draco silently begged as they entered the classroom. Even Pansy felt sorry for him, for she said nothing as she took place at one of the workstations, she just gave him an apologetic smile and mimed

"You can do it." Draco scowled and did his best to not look around at the two Gryffindor's, but to keep his eyes on Slughorn, who seemed unnecessarily contempt, as if exam-time was his favourite time of the year. He looked like a giant beetle where he stood in his dark green, velvet robe with golden trimmings.

"Welcome to your last brewing-session here at Hogwarts. I know some of you might never brew a potion in your life again, (he glanced in Longbottom's direction and Draco heard Pansy snigger) while for some of you, it might be part of a very promising career." Draco stood up straight, if he aced this, it was a very real possibility for him to join the ministry's division of the controlling of illegal potions.

"I will ask you to take a random potion-sample from this bag. You will be asked to determine the potions effects and then brew your own version. If you wish for a higher mark, I suggest you add a personal touch." Slughorn looked expectantly at Potter and offered him the bag first. Potter withdrew a small vial containing a clear liquid that Draco immediately recognized as Veritaserum. That was not an easy potion. He held his breath and somehow managed to push Potter to the back of his mind as his hand closed around one of the containers. It was surprisingly warm, and as he brought the vial to the light, he could see the golden liquid swirl around on it's own. Felix Felicis, it was almost impossible to brew correctly. Determinedly he started to sort through the ingredients, putting them in perfect piles to be able to add them to the cauldron at exactly the right time.

"Note that it's hard to find four potions which is at the exact same difficulty to brew, I will of course take this into consideration during the assessment." Slughorn went on, but Draco paid no attention to him as he summoned every ounce of concentration he could muster, which was needed, since Potter was doing a whole lot of groaning behind him.

Other than the occasional curse and loud sigh, the four students worked in absolute silence until Slughorn cleared his throat and announced that only ten minutes remained. Draco stirred frantically in his potion, desperately trying to make it more golden. It had the desired, swirling consistency and slightly honey-like smell, but the colour was closer to silver rather than gold. For the first time he dared to glance around the room and saw Pansy swearing over her wolfsbane-elixir, her hair unusually frizzy from the vapours, Longbottom's potion was nowhere near the pearly white stage it was supposed to, and he was sweating profoundly. Potter was leaning over his cauldron as if he was about to dive into it, he had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and loosened his tie, his cheeks flushed from the heat and the stress. He looked extremely tantalizing and Draco thanked his lucky star that he had been able to refrain from looking at him during the exam.

"This looks very promising mr Malfoy, please tell us what kind of alternations you have attempted, say, is that a pinch of lavender I smell?" Slughorn looked down into Draco's cauldron with interest.

"Yes sir, I thought it would enhance the potion's ability to make the drinker desirable to others. To add a little extra luck to that particular area." Draco smirked, in fact it wasn't his own invention entirely, but found in a very old potions book he had borrowed from the library mostly out of spite, he knew Granger had had her eyes on it for weeks.

"I see, very clever indeed." Slughorn looked around, as if contemplating if they'd be able to keep a secret, before he continued.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to test just a pinch of it, would you do the honour Malfoy?" He produced a stick which was designed to hold a single drop of liquid at the end. Draco couldn't think of how they could possibly see the effects in the enclosed room, a drop of that size could impossibly give more than a couple of minutes worth of luck. Despite that fact, he took the thin instrument from Slughorn, dipped in the glimmering potion and brought it to his mouth.

It tasted impossibly sweet and Draco suddenly felt confidence wash over him, as if nothing could possibly go wrong. Then several unexplainable things happened at once. Slughorn had whispered something in Longbottom's ear, who grinned and tossed a spare dragon liver in Draco's direction, no doubt to see if he would be lucky enough to not get hit. However, Longbottom's aim was either worse than a hinkypunk on crack, or the potion had worked flawlessly. The dragon liver hit a shelf high on the wall, several feet to Draco's left, and knocked down a jar with an unknown, green substance. The jar shattered just beside Potter's feet, splattering him with the content that started to smoke the instant it came into contact with air.

"Potter! That's Lewi's acid, it's a highly corrosive substance!" Pansy yelped. Potter seemed to become aware of this himself as the acid started to burn through his clothes. He screamed and quickly ripped off his shirt and then proceeded to his trousers. Patches of red, irritated skin had formed on his lower stomach and legs, but nothing that looked especially damaging. This was not the kind of luck Draco had anticipated, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Potter's surprisingly toned body as he was left in nothing but a tight pair of black boxers.

"What the fuck Malfoy? This is your version of getting lucky?" Potter growled, but made no effort to hide his body. Draco was only half aware of Pansy's howling laughter and Slughorn's fussing around, looking for a potion for the burns while telling himself more than the students to stay calm and in their seats.

"Apparently the situation doesn't have a lot of potential. I'm not the one who threw acid on you." The liquid luck at least gave him the ability to keep his voice steady and his cheeks from blushing, something that couldn't be said about Potter, who snarled:

"Well, it's your bloody fault you crazy, lying, licentious piece of ass!" Draco cocked an eyebrow, letting his eyes wander down Potter's body, getting stuck somewhere by the hem of the underwear.

"Licentious piece of ass? Really?" He smirked, pulling his gaze upwards once again to see Potter blush even deeper.

"Well, I too think it might have been Draco's fault, maybe professor, you could even the scores by letting Potter test his potion on Draco." Pansy suggested in an innocent voice. Draco there and then decided that he would indeed prefer to die alone and without friends rather than keeping this absolute pain in the ass around, and he wasn't late to try and communicate this to the only female in the room before he was silenced by Slughorn.

"Well yes miss Parkinson, that does indeed sound like a fair turn of events. Only a drop of course, to test the potency of the potion. I would trust you Harry, to not ask Malfoy anything too personal."

"Naturally Professor." Potter answered, a threatening smirk playing on his lips. 'Oh fucking hell.' Draco felt his heartbeat quicken as Slughorn took out the tiny spoon once more, this time dipping it Potter's potion before handing it to Draco.

"This is just enough for one question, and really try to lie, mr Malfoy." Draco swore under his breath and shot a murderous look at Pansy before letting the single drop hit his tongue. The effect was as instant as the previous potion, clouding up his brain and making him feel lazy and comfortable, like he hadn't a secret in the world.

"What are you planning Malfoy, what is it that you want with me?" Potter asked bluntly. A number of answers presented themselves to Draco, none of them he wanted to reveal. With some help from the liquid luck still flowing through his veins he managed to push the various graphic descriptions of what he wanted to do with Potter to the back of his mind and let out a grunted

"Fuck you!"

Now not even Felix could stop his face from heating up.

"Hm, that's peculiar, the potion seems absolutely flawless. It must be your Felix Felicis then mr Malfoy, that's simply extraordinary strong, making you be able to withstand the effects like that."

Behind Slughorn, Pansy was choking on silent laughter, Longbottom looked confused and ashamed and Potter was glaring at Draco, while rubbing the healingpotion Slughorn had given him all over his thighs. That was a sight Draco was not completely unaffected by, and he was thankful that he was not the one sporting nothing but his underwear.

Suddenly, like a sobriety spell clearing his veins, he could feel the effect of the liquid luck melting away, he hadn't even been aware of it still being in his system before it was gone. Here he thought he was just exceptionally good at holding it together, but apparently not, since his blood decided to forgo its usual, steady route around his body and send an unnecessary large portion of it to his face and another even larger potion to his crotch. Draco shifted uncomfortably, pulling his robe tighter together. He had been slightly blushing and half aroused earlier, now his cheeks were burning and his cock aching.

"What's wrong with you?" Potter had stopped rubbing his thighs and was now staring intently at Draco who found it much harder to come up with a witty retort than he had only seconds ago. Potter looked down on his body and seemed to realize his indecency, because he too, blushed even deeper and hurriedly covered himself in his robe the best he could. So clearly what Draco considered his perfect luck was to get Potter naked, as if he hadn't already realized that, he didn't need it thrown in his face by his own stupid potion. Ignoring his class-mates the best he could, he stalled as much as possible while cleaning up, making sure he was the last one to exit the classroom.

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