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Chapter 4

Potions Class

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His soft pale pink lips, his mysterious silver eyes, his fine soft blonde hair, and his strong hands that held me, he's just so perfect. The only thing that I could ever find wrong with him is that his last name is Malfoy. And for some reason, just because of his last name he thinks that he has to be a different person; it's completely insane. All morning and all of last night Harry had spent most of his time thinking about the ambitious Slytherin. Every time he tried to work on his homework or try and do anything to take his mind off of Draco, it just backfired. Whenever he tried not to think about him, he thought about him even more.

"So Harry mate," Ron's voice broke through the silence. "Are you feeling any better?" Ron asked Harry as they made their way from the Gryffindor Tower down into the dungeons for their potions class.

"Well, I guess. I mean my jaw feels better than what it did." Harry replied and then let his mind wander to thoughts of Draco once again.

They walked around another corner and made another left and then went into the classroom with the rest of their classmates. The first thing that got Harry's attention when he entered the room was Draco. And that Draco was staring right back at him with those mysterious silver eyes.

Harry and Ron walked over towards the Gryffindor side of the room and sat down in front of Hermione and Neville. Harry couldn't help himself. He started to watch Draco intensely, as though he was studying him. Harry was watching his every move. He was watching him talk with Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, he watched him laugh and smile. He watched Draco be himself. I wish I could get to know the real Draco Malfoy. The one that laughs, the one that smiles, the one that jokes around and has fun. The one who is just himself. The one who doesn't pretend to be hateful or mean just because he is a Malfoy. Not the one who will hide his emotions because he doesn't want to let people in. I want to know Draco Malfoy as Draco Malfoy, not pretending to be someone he isn't. Not pretending to be someone that everyone expects and how everyone wants him to be. I just want him for him nothing more and nothing less, I just want him.

Draco could feel a certain raven haired Gryffindor's eyes on him. He slowly turned his head towards Harry and let his eyes rest on the Gryffindor beauty. They held each other's eyes for a couple of moments before Draco turned his attention back towards the girl sitting to the left of him, Pansy. As Harry was watching him, Draco grabbed Pansy and pulled her closer to him and kissed her. As Draco was kissing her he turned his eyes back up towards Harry. They were staring into each other's eyes as he was making out with Pansy. This just confused Harry even more than what he already was. What in the world is he doing? I mean we're in the potions classroom!! Is he really looking at me? Why in the world is he looking at me but kissing her? …. She's a lucky girl, I mean he is a great kisser, I wish I could kiss him again.

"Harry?" Ron's voice broke through his many thoughts of Draco.

"Yeah, Ron."

"Would you take a look at Malfoy? What's he on about; I mean can't he just do that in their own common room? I mean come on can't they just take it somewhere else or something ---"

The door to the potions classroom slammed shut as the potions master, Professor Snape walked into the room. But the only people who didn't seem to notice were Ron and Malfoy. "Now class settle yourselves down and be quite, that means you Mr. Weasley." Professor Snape said coolly since Ron was still rambling on about what Malfoy was doing. "And Mr. Malfoy would you please take your tongue out of Ms. Parkinson's mouth." At that statement Ron couldn't control himself any longer, he started into a fit of high-pitched giggles, which reminded Harry of a little girl.

"Mr. Weasley would you please calm yourself. If you don't then you will be leaving this classroom." Snape said shortly.

Ron leaned over towards Harry and whispered to him, "What crawled up his arse and died?"

"MR. WEASLEY!!! What part of be quite and calm yourself do you not understand?" Snape said while staring down Ron as though waiting for him to answer. "No answer? Well since you and Mr. Potter can't refrain yourselves from talking I'm going to have to separate the both of you," he started to say as he looked around the room for their new potions partners for the day.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley you'll be with Ms. Parkinson and Mr. Potter you'll be with…" he started as he glanced around the room once again. "Mr. Malfoy. Now Ms. Parkinson would you please take Mr. Potter's seat and Mr. Potter you take hers. Now Move!!" He barked at them.

Harry quickly grabbed his stuff head made his way over towards Draco. He took a quick glance back up at Ron, he saw the red hair boy trying to mouth, "I'm sorry". But Harry just turned his head thinking it's to late to be sorry now you prat. Harry turned his attention back to the blonde boy in front of him. Draco gave him a sneer before giving him a small wink. Why does he keep doing shit like that? Someone is going to catch on to that and think that there is something going on between the two of us. Well then again I guess that wouldn't be so horrible. Harry slammed his stuff down next to Draco before taking his seat. He took a quick glance up at the blonde Slytherin, who just gave Harry a small smile. Harry turned away from the blonde Slytherin blushing.

"Now since this little interruption is over we can all learn about the Polyjuice Potion. Since you've all made this potion earlier this year, some were better than others so this should just be a mere practice lesson. I have a stack of the Moste Potente Potions over there next to the ingredients in the student's cupboard. Follow the instructions, very carefully. The only difference between our version and theirs is that we will not be using lacewings. If you look at the ingredients that I have laid out for you, you will notice that there is a replacement we will be using horsefly wings; so please use the replacement. If you don't use it, well the consequences could be devastating."

"You will also be using hairs from your partner. So that you will just switch places with your partner. I've also laid out just enough shredded skin of a broomslang and powdered horn of a bicorn so don't take more than what you will need. Well then what are you waiting for, get started. Oh one last thing, we will be taking this potion tomorrow so that the effects of the potion won't be long lasting. Instead of being an hour long it should last anywhere from 10 to 15 minutes. I also expect you all to write two feet of parchment of the difference of not using lacewings." Professor Snape said before turning on his heal and walking back towards his desk.

"Well you heard him Potter, go get the book and ingredients and I'll do the rest. I don't want you messing up this potion, since it will be effecting both of our grades." Malfoy sneered. Harry was relieved to hear this; he didn't even want to attempt this potion. He knew that he would end up messing it up somehow. So he was quite thankful when Draco said that he would make the potion.

Harry walked towards the students store cupboard. He checked this list of the ingredients in the book once again to make sure he had everything that they would need before walking back over to Malfoy. He laid the book and ingredients down next to Draco and just let him get to work. Harry leaned over next to Draco and watched him, yet again. But as he was watching him his mind started to wonder towards thoughts of him.

I just wish I could figure him out. First he's with Pansy in the Entrance Hall looking all lovey dovey with her, then he's giving me a hard-on in the Quidditch pitch, and then he making out me in the hospital wing, now he's watching me while he's kissing Pansy. I just wish I knew what was going through his mind. Maybe then I would know how to act around him.

I mean do I be my usual self and be hateful and mean with him or do I act on how I feel? Should I try and talk to him or should I just not do anything and let him make the first move? Should I just try and forget about the kiss or should I kiss him again? Should I just go on with my everyday life and not acknowledge him or should I just go up to him and start talking to him and try to be friendly? I mean…I guess I should just wait for him to bring it up or for him to do something, or whatever he wants to do about it because I honestly have no clue on what to say to him. I mean I wouldn't want to say, "So Malfoy, did you know how good of a kisser you are and that all I can ever think about is you?"

"Harry, can you please hand me the leeches and I need you to poor in the horsefly wings in on top of that when I tell you to." Harry handed Draco the bag of leeches. After Draco put them into the potion, then he nodded for Harry to poor in the horsefly wings.

Harry looked up at Draco even though Draco wasn't looking at him and asked, "Malfoy? Did you just say please?" Draco looked up at him as if waiting for what Harry was going to say next. "Um well…why did you just call me Harry?"

"Actually, I um…" He started before leaning closer to Harry and pressing his lips against Harry's ear and whispering " I don't know really…I guess it's just that I think I know you well enough to call you Harry now, especially after…well you know the whole hospital incident."

Draco leaned over Harry trying to grab the next ingredient. Draco's leg was pressed up against Harry's. Draco turned a little and leaned further causing his crotch to rub up against Harry's side. Harry could feel a cold chill running through his body and he could feel his mouth going dry. Harry could feel his face turning red, he didn't know why he was embarrassed but he was. Harry, bloody stop it! You don't want what happened on the Quidditch Pitch to happen here in potions, do you?

Draco grabbed the ingredient then took his body back off of Harry's. Harry could feel himself almost moaning from the loss of Draco's warmth. Harry liked the feeling of another person so close to them. He liked the warmth coming from Draco's body. He liked the feeling of someone touching him. He just liked it when other people were around him. He liked the fact that maybe someone really could one day really love him as more than just the boy who lived.

After Draco added the last ingredient he turned his attention back towards Harry. Draco took his hand and slid it around Harry's muscular neck. Draco started to twirl the Gryffindor's raven hair in between his fingers. Harry could almost feel himself want to moan, he liked it when people ran their fingers through his hair, especially if it was Malfoy. He loved the feeling it always gave him cold chills when people did that. Malfoy ran his smooth fingers through Harry's hair one last time before jerking some of his hairs out.

"Shit Draco, what was that for!" Harry almost shouted. As he looked at Draco as though he was going to kill him.

"Calm yourself. It was for the potion. I needed part of you remember?" Draco said flatly. But he did take notice that the raven-haired boy was very attractive when he was angry. He looked dangerous but still extremely sexy.

"Oh yeah…well in that case…"Harry started to say before reaching around his head playfully and ripping out a few of Draco's hair. Harry turned his head back towards Draco and gave him a small smile and Draco just rolled his eyes. Goodness the boy is still so childlike; he still has most of his innocence. Something that I never would have expected him to still have. I mean with all the things he must have seen, I figured that he would have grown up a long time ago.

They added each other's hairs to their own potions before putting them away and turning them in to Professor Snape. When they got back to their seats Draco muttered a quick cleaning spell and everything was back in order and looked like it had never been touched. As soon as both of them started to sit down the bell had rang and both of them quickly grabbed the rest of there belongings, shoved them into their bags and left the classroom and each other.

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That night after dinner Harry walked straight through the Common Room and walked up the stairs and into his dorm. He was tired of thinking, well thinking of a certain blonde Slytherin anyway. He grabbed his red book bag off of his trunk and emptied it out on to his bed. He figured that he should go ahead and start on some of his homework instead of putting it all off for the weekend. He was already stressed enough, he didn't need to make his weekends stressful if they didn't have to be. He figured that maybe this of all things would finally take his mind off of the silver-eyed boy.

But when Harry started to gather all of his books and notes for certain subjects together he noticed one black book that wasn't his. It was a rather large book it was as big and even bigger than most of his text books and it looked to be made out of a very fine leather, it reminded Harry of a diary, diary of a filthy rich person. Who in the world does this belong to and how in the world did I end up getting it? Who ever it is I bet they're freaking out right now, HA!! I know I would. I mean if I knew that someone had a book that had all of my personal thoughts in it I would be going nuts and screaming at people and goodness knows what else. I mean I would completely lose it. I mean what if it fell into the hands of like my worst enemy or PROFESSOR SNAPE!!! That would really suck ass.

Harry started to look at the large black book closer but still not picking it up. He looked at it like it was some kind of bug that needed to be squashed immediately. I guess I shouldn't read it, even though it would be very interesting, no no I can't read it. I mean I would hate it if I had one and someone read it. I mean I do need to respect their privacy and all, but then again I doubt anyone would stop themselves from trying to read mine. So why should I not read theirs……no I can't do that, it's just wrong.

Harry finally reached over and picked the rather large black book up. It was very smooth and felt good to the touch. It was a very elegant book. Beginning to become more curious he flipped the book over to see if it had a name on it. On the back of this precious book there was some gold lettering that the etched out a name, the owner's name, Draco Malfoy.

TBC

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