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Back in his rooms after the talk with Dumbledore, Harry was suddenly finding the idea of having a mate more disturbing then he had before.

He had recently decided that he preferred males. Or was it Draco? What if his mate was a girl? Or not Draco? 'When did I fall for him like this?' He wondered.

Last time he had checked, Draco was very attractive, but since when did Harry want to be bonded to him? It must just be the weird changes I'm going through, he decided. It was the only excuse he could come up with.

"I need to get out of here" he mumbled to himself. "I'm thinking too much." Pushing himself out of bed, he started to wander around the corridors. He didn't know where he was going; he was only looking for a distraction.

That distraction came in the form of Hagrid, whom Harry saw while looking out a window.

He had almost completely forgotten about the half giant, not having seen him at the staff table on the days that he actually looked up from eating.

Making up his mind to go see him, he exited the school and went to the lived-in cabin that belonged to his friend.

Fang was the first to notice him and jumped up, causing Harry to fall over. Saving him from the slobbering mess, Hagrid reached down and helped him to his feet.

Pulling him into a hug, Hagrid cried out, "'Arry me boy! 'Aven't seen ya lately! I 'eard you were stayin 'ere stayin' ere but adn't seen 'adn't seen nor 'eard from ya"!

"Yeah, sorry about that Hagrid," Harry apologized, "I've been quite busy with some stuff." With that, they sat down and started working their way through a rock cake, mind you, it was only Hagrid eating it, and catching up on their summers.

To Harry's surprise, Hagrid barely blinked at the news of him becoming a vampire. The only comment he had made was a joke. "Imagine you, me and Remus. Fine people us. Vampire, giant, and werewolf, that's what we are."

That had put a lot of ease to Harry's mind about how Hermione and Ron were going to react. After all, they couldn't take it too harshly; they were already friends with two magical beings. Well, three counting Harry.

Tuning back to Hagrid, somewhere in a story about an errand he had run for Dumbledore this past July, Harry realized how lucky he was to have the loyal, open minded, hairy man as a friend.

He could only imagine the school's reaction when his peers came back in a week and a half. They would be scared and most likely try to ostracize him and Draco. At least they would have each other. He stopped his thoughts there, not wanting to get onto that train again.

Hagrid seemed to notice Harry's focus dwindling and glanced at the clock on his wall.

"Oh my, seems its getting sorta late. We should getcha te supper."

Harry looked at the clock and agreed. He hadn't had food since breakfast and had forgotten about his hunger until just now; with all the information he had been given.

After Hagrid told him not to wait up, Harry rushed up to the Great Hall. He saw Draco eating alone and went to keep him company, his earlier guilt returning.

"Hey, sorry I left so fast this morning," he apologized.

"That's fine. What needed your attention so badly? Was it something in that letter?" Draco asked, almost, Harry thought, sounding concerned.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess. It was just the first I've heard from Hermione and Ron in awhile."

"I see. Well, you never answered my proposal earlier. Do you want extra potions help?"

"Erm, sure I suppose." Harry was sure he would live to regret that, but he would cling to hope.

Draco was happy. No, scratch that, he was ecstatic. Not that he would let Harry know, but he had been worried all day that Harry would turn down his offer. This was his chance to get really close to the dark haired Gryffindor, and he would use it to the best of his ability.

He knew that Harry was feeling lust for him but really hoped it was more than that. He couldn't explain it, but he had started feeling something for Harry.

It was probably just an infatuation, but it might be a sign that they were mates. Something to let them know before the actual bonding took place. He couldn't be sure, but it was a possibility.

"So, when do you want to start these lessons then?" Harry interrupted his thoughts.

"Whenever you're ready really," he responded.
"Well, then how about tonight, around eight?" Harry suggested having nothing to do that night anyway.

Draco was surprised, in a good way, that Harry wanted to start so soon and readily agreed.

Before heading back to their separate dorms to prepare, they had to ask Snape for the use of his potions lab and supplies that night. Harry was shocked when the professor didn't even seem to stumble over his yes.

Now that he thought about it, Snape had seemed to be less… Snape-ish with him since he had found him. Harry was sure his answer also had to do with the fact that he didn't want to upset Draco.
He had found out early in his sixth year that Snape was actually Draco's godfather and they had been right all along that he was favoured.

Anyway, that wasn't important. What was important was that Harry was currently in his room with all of his clothes laid out on his bed trying to figure out what to wear.

He didn't see why he cared. It wasn't as if this was a date and he really liked Draco. It was a potions lesson and they were just friends.

Trying to keep that in mind, he closed his eyes, vowing to wear whatever he picked, and reached onto the bed.

He ended up with something he probably would've ended up with anyway. Some nice jeans that Hermione had bought him for his last birthday, and an oxford.

Looking in the mirror quickly before he left, he decided he would have to do something about his glasses sometime in the near future. They ruined the look he was going for. Which look that was, he didn't know, but they ruined it.

Knowing that there was nothing he could do at the moment, he started towards the dungeons. He wondered why he had suggested they do this tonight. What if this was some crazy plot of Draco's that he was about to walk into.

He had instantly decided that even if it was a trap, he couldn't turn back. He wouldn't give Draco the satisfaction of knowing that he was nervous.

By this time, he had stopped just outside the door. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it open.

Draco was already standing over a cauldron, with a number of ingredients beside him.

"Finally, I got bored of waiting for you so I set up alone," Draco complained, at which point Harry rolled his eyes and went to stand across from Draco, ready to start.

"I figured we should start with Veritaserum, since we made that last year. I want to see just how bad you are."

Harry was just about to comeback with a sarcastic remark, but he decided it would be better if they were on good terms so bit his tongue. Draco sighed impatiently and said, "You know, while we could stay here all night, I'd prefer not too."

Harry rolled his eyes again and leaned over to see the first direction was to slice some of the beetles to his right. He reached for them and started.

Once he had finished and put them in, he had to crush some of the pus-filled dragon boils. As soon as he had crushed the first one, Draco stopped him and said "This is why you do poorly in potions. You have no grace. You're crushing them wrong"
"I'm CRUSHING them wrong? How do you CRUSH something wrong!"

"Well, you've obviously discovered a way, haven't you." Draco came next to Harry and reached across him. As he did this, his arm brushed against Harry who then sucked in a breath.

Draco heard this and asked, "Are you okay?" with a smirk. He knew exactly what he had done.

"Yes," was Harry's weak response.

After adding a few more ingredients, the instructions called for it to sit for half an hour.

Not knowing what else to do, they sat down at desks and started talking, all the while keeping an eye on the clock.

"You know, we're going to have to test it after we're done to make sure it's done right." Draco said with a hint in his voice. Harry caught on immediately. "There is no way I am drinking that. I know what it does!" he said with a final tone to his voice.

"We'll see about that," Draco said, the glint in his eye quite similar to that of Dumbledore.