A/N: Gahh! I'm sorry. school started this week and I'm in yr 10 so I actually have to concentrate this year for GCSE -_-. I meant to update earlier but forgot. ill try update quicker next time.

Halfway through trying not to stare at potter AKA lunch, Draco wasn't too sure that Blaise would be able to make it through the final double period. He was pale and sweating and his hand had grown about triple its original size. Even Pansy had stopped flirting with Draco to convince Blaise to go to the Hospital wing. Yet he was still adamant he was fine.

Draco unknowingly went back to gazing at potter across the hall. He was still moping but laughing with the ginger twins between the grieving moments. His black hair was hanging in his emerald eyes behind his circular glasses that no one but Harr-POTTER can pull off. Draco was bewildered that he had both called potter his first name and complimented him in one thought!

Still staring and lost in his mind Draco was only brought back to consciousness when Harrys eyes locked with his they both stared, mesmerised by the other, for about 10 seconds before they both blushed slightly and looked away quickly. Draco had no time to review his or Potters reaction as Blaise had started shaking violently and his hand was oozing puss.

Theo, the strongest of the four Slytherins stood from his place and lifted Blaise in a fireman's lift, over his shoulder, and marched out of the hall trying to avoid a commotion. Pansy quickly ran after them and Draco followed her with a last glance at Potter as he swept out of the hall.

As soon as Madam Pomfrey saw Blaise, she started running. She put a hand on his forehead to feel his temperature then directed Theo to put him on to the nearest bed.

Madam Pomfrey measured his hand and then began to find the right potions. 'This boy should have been brought to me as soon as the bite was made! Now then I appreciate your concern but you must leave. Back to class now. All of you, go on.'

Theo, Pansy and Blaise all started telling the mediwitch why they should stay. They were making such a racket that she gave in and allowed Draco to stay. Pansy walked out with a scowl. Theo left with a tortured look back at Blaise with something more intense than just a worried friend. Draco stored this information and decided to ask him about it later in case his assumptions were wrong.

Draco moved to Blaises bedside. His friend had stopped shaking and the pus was coming out faster now into a bucket but at least his hand was reducing in size. Damn he was going to be late for potions! He wondered how badly Potter would mess up the potion before he got there.

After around 40 minutes of watching puss fill a bucket, Blaise began to wake up. He tried to bring his still dripping hand to his face but Draco stopped his wrist before he could get any of the foul yellow substance on him. Blaise winced and the pressure and threw up into the puss filled bucket at the sight of his hand. Lovely. Draco was going to smell great in potions.

'Ugghhh. Sorry. What happened? I remember eating a sandwich and that's it.' Blaise muttered his voice heavy with exhaustion.

'Well you started shaking and your hand started dripping so Theo picked you up-'

'Theo picked me up? Why? Did he say anything?' Blaise interrupted rather quickly, with a blush. Blaise had already come out to Draco as being Bi but no one else knew just like Draco's situation but girls held absolutely no interest for him. The way Blaise was talking sounded very much like someone who has a crush.

'Yes, because you passed out, and no.'

Blaise's face fell at the last answer.
'Nothing at all?'

'No. Why have a crush?' Draco joked. He hoped Blaise would say no. Something about his two best friends having crushes on each other made him annoyed. Maby because he hadn't noticed the signs before today. Draco hated not knowing.

Unfortunately for Draco, Blaise blushed and spluttered a series of 'WHAT?!' 'No!' 'Uhh' 'haha' 'NEVER!' before going bright red and shutting up.

Draco just smirked and asked 'how long?'

Blaise just replied with 'a while'

'Why didn't you tell me?'

'I don't know. I thought you would make fun of me'

'I'm your best friend! I have to make fun of you!'

Blaise grimaced then laughed.

The sudden noise alerted Madam Pomfrey who came bustling over. She checked the size of his hand and his temperature before giving him some potions.

'Now Mr Malfoy. Your friend will be fine. Please return to your lesson.' Madam Pomfrey ordered while treating a moaning Hufflepuff. Draco sighed and bid farewell to Blaise before trekking down to the dungeons for potions.

When Draco got to potions there was smoke coming out from under the wooden door. He ran to it and flung the door open. Inside was an entire class and professor, covered in soot and their hair on end and random bits of parchment on fire. And Harry completely clean but with flushed cheeks and an apologetic grin, stood in the centre of it all next to a half melted cauldron. At the sight of him Draco's heart started beating faster and he had to force his gaze away from the boy who lived.

'POTTER!' Snape exploded. 'DETENTION!'

'But sir! Its the last lesson! You cant do that!' Harry complained.

Draco moved over to his and Harrys desk to alert the professor of his presence.

'You too Mr Malfoy. Detention for not correcting Potters mistakes.'

Draco just stared open mouthed at his godfather. Severus must be extremely angry to give his favourite student a detention and on the last day of school! However he knew better than to argue back.

With a few flicks of his wand Severus had cleared the grime of himself and the other students and put the fires out, leaving Harry and the classroom covered in soot. Snape dismissed the class then turned to the two remaining boys.

'Clean this up. No magic. Now.' Severus said. Draco began shuffling around trying not to anger his uncle Severus any more, but stopped when he caught sight of Harry. He was staring open mouthed at the potions professor with one finger pointed at Snapes hair.

Draco had to stifle a laugh when he saw what Potter was so shocked at. The cleaning charm severus had used had washed his hair. Revealing clean, ungreasy, dark hair that had puffed to his. Ears in a curly mess. This was why Snape kept his hair greasy. Every charm he had used to try and get it straight had failed. This was probably the only similarity between Snape and Harry. Except Harrys unruly hair suited him and Snapes just looked like the outfit Neville had made the boggart Snape wear, would fit right in.

Snape realising what had happened stormed out of the classroom. Draco despite his efforts couldn't hold his laugh in any more. Potter just stared at him weirdly.

'What Potter? Never seen someone laugh before?'

Harry just shrugged before turning back to the desk. Draco picked his way over to examine the cauldron to see what Potter had made.

'Ahh. Well done Potter,' Draco said sarcastically 'you made a heatless flame bomb. You know this is quite advanced. Id be impressed if I didn't know that you probably just got the ingredients mixed up. Again.'

Potter blushed at the half compliment before starting to mop up the desks.

'Its not my fault! You know I cant do potions! And you weren't there to yell at me when I did something wrong! In fact where were you?' Harry had started off angry but he sounded more curious towards the end.

'Its still your fault Scarhead. What's it to you where I was? I'm sure your filthy mudblood friend could have helped you.' As soon as Draco said it he regretted it. Potters curious face turned into one of rage, he flew at him, taking the Slytherin by surprise. Harr-Potter had pinned him to the floor and started to punch him.

But Draco couldn't retaliate. He was staring into Harrys furious emerald eyes. Grey locked with Green and the both froze for a second, cheeks getting darker when they realised how close they were, but there eyes did not even blink. Both seemed to regain there senses at the same time and began attacking each other with newfound strength, both trying to deny any thoughts they had had during their stare off.

Har-POTTER, unfortunately, decided he was going to be the 'better person' and got off of Draco and began cleaning the desks pretending like nothing had happened even though he had blood running from his nose and his eye was starting to swell.

Draco sat up on his bruised butt, wiped the blood from his bust lip, got up from the floor and went over to a desk on the opposite side of the room and began scrubbing.

After half an hour of scrubbing desks in a half awkward half angry silence, Snape walked in, his hair once again greasy and straight. He turned with an indifferent expression to face the two students, eyes lingering slightly on their wounds.

'Everything seems clean. In the next detention you will both inevitably get together, i expect there to be no other quarrels like the one you have evidently just been in?' Snape drawled.

He flicked his wand at the boys and their cuts and bruises were healed.

'Cant have you going home like that. Don't want any complaints to the school. You both have twenty minutes before the train departs. Now go pack.'

Draco and Harry silently left the room. Draco's mind wondered to his dorm where his clothes lay everywhere from trying to find his chocolate frogs that he had hidden from Vincent, so well that he had forgotten where they were, the day before. It was going to take him ages to pack!