Damn it Potter!

Draco woke that morning late for breakfast. On his first day back too. So as he ran to the great hall, disheveled and frantic, he started to worry about Potter and whether he would have any classes with him.

When Draco finally got to the great hall he opened the doors he was totally astounded. The great hall itself was no different, it was the person his eyes automatically landed on. Potter, the golden boy, was laughing genuinely laughing. It made Draco's insides melt.

Then Draco heard his name being called and apparently so did Potter because he looked up in time to make eye contact with Draco before he quickly looked away. He rushed over to the Slytherin table, which was thankfully close to the door.

"Hello Draco," said Pansy in a knowing voice.

"Hello Pansy," Draco replied pretending not to notice her tone. Then he noticed Blaise staring at him, "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Blaise said slowly still looking at Draco.

"Oh there's somthin-," He was cut of by Pansy.

"You were staring at Potter again."

"Wha-? What are-? No I wasn't!" Draco exclaimed.

"Oh come on Draco! You know you were doing it! I know you were doing it! Blaise knows you were doing it! Bet even Potter-"

"Shut up!" Draco yelled.

"Potter what?" Said a voice behind Draco.

Draco froze and slowly turned around. There standing behind him was Harry Potter himself. Well speak of the devil.

"Potter nothing. Mind your own business!" Draco spat.

"Well I think my name is my business Malfoy," Potter defended.

"Whatever Potter just go away," said Draco beginning to turn back around but what Potter said next stopped him.

"I can't do that Malfoy I've come to talk to you."

"Huh?" replied Draco stupidly, he felt his heart speed up.

"I wanna talk to you," Potter restated simply.

"W-why?" 'Dammit Draco don't stutter! You already look like a fool!' he yelled at himself.

"It's about a truce. I want this school year to go by with us civil to each other."

"Why would you want that?"

"Well," He faltered, "I just - I just wanted us to get along. I thought if we got along then our two houses might be less hostile to each other."

"Oh. Well I don't know Potter how could we possibly be civil to one another?" Draco said even though he really wanted this agreement to happen. He just didn't know how to make it so without changing his Malfoy appearance.

"Well, we are right now aren't we?"

Draco felt his heart skip a beat. 'Shit!', "No we're not!"

"Yes we are Draco!" Harry snapped.

"It's Malfoy to you Potter," Draco said standing up.

Draco stormed away, but once out of the great hall Draco put his back against the wall and sighed. He slid down to the ground.

"God Damn It Potter!" he screamed.

Then he got up and stumbled to class.

"I told you it wouldn't go well mate," said Ron, patting him on the back once he had sat down.

"Yeah I know but I had to try," Harry responded put out.

"I don't see why you had to do anything. That bastard doesn't deserve a second chance!" Ron said.

"Everyone deserves a second chance, Ron. I thought maybe-" he sighed.

"We know Harry," Hermione said exasperated, "But nothing can change that damn Slytherin's mind."

"Well yeah I know but I saw him looking at me and I just thought he felt the same way."

"He was probably just jealous that your back here. Probably very angry." Ron said knowingly, waving around his fork.

"But-," Harry started, "Yeah your right." Harry still thought that Draco felt the same way. After all they went through last year Harry thought he saw a different side of Malfoy one where they could be, maybe not friends, but at least civil. Apparently he was wrong and Malfoy really didn't change.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione chatted absently through-out the rest of breakfast not bringing the topic of Malfoy up again. Though Harry still dwelled on their earlier conversation.

Then the time came for them to go to Transfiguration.

The rest of the morning passed without Harry thinking of Malfoy until lunch when he entered the great hall and his eyes landed on the familiar bleach blonde hair. He stopped for a second which made Hermione and Ron turn around.

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"huh?" Harry replied looking at her.

"Your blocking the door," Hermione said, which was indeed true. A small queue was building up behind Harry in the doorway.

"Oh right, sorry."

They made there way to the Gryffindor table while all through breakfast Harry was trying to figure out what was wrong with himself. By the end of lunch Harry decided he was just sick or something, but it was nothing to worry about. (in denial? Perhaps.)

Harry, Hermione, and Ron's last class of the day was potions, which was with guess who, the Slytherins.

Hermione and Ron made it to class before Harry because he somehow got a rip in his bag so he had to pause to gather all of his stuff and repairo his bag. By the time he did all this and made is way to class he was the last student to enter the classroom before the bell rang so he was left with the only open seat next to Draco Malfoy. Once Harry noticed this he was about to protest but then Slughorn spoke.

"Ah Harry my boy. Take your seat lad, class is about to begin.

"Yes sir," Harry said, deciding it was better not to protest. So he sat down next to Malfoy, who seemed to tense when he did so, and began listening to the lesson.

Today they would start brewing a sleeping drought, quietus sitis, which could knock the drinker out for several hours unless presented with the antidote. They were suppose to work together one making the potion the other making the antidote. Slughorn announced that he had extra antidotes incase they were made incorrectly.

"Oh and one more thing class, before you all get to work, the person you are sitting next to now will be your potions partner all year so get comfortable."

Harry was starring at his professor, all he could wonder was why today of all days did his bag have to rip and slow him up, it seemed the fates were working against him. Then Draco and Harry stared at each other. Harry was sure that Draco didn't want him making either potion but Draco didn't have a choice.

"Ok Potter you should make the antidote, it's simpler so your small brain can comprehend it better and there is extra so I don't have to worry," Draco drawled confirming Harry's earlier suspicions.

Normally Harry would get angry at the insults and they would start a yelling match but Harry thought better of it, especially because they would be working together all year, "Alright Malfoy," Malfoy looked rather shocked at the lack of retaliation, but hid it quickly. "Should I get the ingredients?" He asked calmly.

"Yeah," Malfoy said suspiciously, "Just make sure they're the right ingredients."

"Yeah I've made that mistake before," Harry replied ignoring the inflection Malfoy put on right and stood up.

Now Draco was seriously confused, it seems Harry was serious about that civil stuff.

Once Potter came back Draco double checked all his ingredients and surprisingly enough they were all correct. He was about to check Potter's ingredients but he had already started and Draco let him continue on the notion that all of his ingredients were correct so Potter wouldn't mess up his own. Big mistake.

Everything was silent through the whole period until the end of class when Potter added his last ingredient and then there was a large flash of light then what seemed to be a mini explosion from Potter's cauldron and a mini wave which made all of the contence splashed out onto both of them.

'Damn it Potter!' Draco thought, 'And we were almost done too.'