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The rest of the week had passed slowly. Every teacher seemed to be giving all sixth year students lots of homework, and classwork. Put all of that on top of the Potions project, that amounted to a lot of work. Harry completed all of his other classwork first and then met up with Malfoy, or in some cases, went alone to go and gather some of the objects needed to complete the potion.

Then the two would meet up, as always, in the 3rd floor storage room and work on this project together until they got tired, or until they got done a certain step.

The storage room was now littered with herbs, spare pieces of parchment, used quills, flasks, and bits of things the boys would happen to leave behind after the previous night.

Harry and Draco were actually working together on sort of peaceful terms. Malfoy would still jump in with the usual insults here and there, but that was usual, he sees and opportunity and he jumps he. He can't resist the temptation to say something rude when he has a chance. Harry had learned, in four short days how to deal with his comments, and that was by retorting with comments to match his. That usually shut him up or would just bring him back with another, it kind of became a game to see who could come off with a better comment than the other in the short amount of the time the two were working together.

Harry however, still hadn't mastered the task of understanding him. He was, after still a Malfoy, and as it seemed, they had their secrets, many of them from the way it sounded. He didn't like to be open about things, most likely, coming from the fact that his father was a Death Eater and that they had their secrets. However, Harry noticed no Dark Mark on his arm, and was actually quite relieved to find that he hadn't taken the step to become one. Just because his father was evil, and tied with Voldemort, does not mean that he had to become one, and Harry was determined to make sure that he stayed on the light side, or atleast neutral.

Friday proved to be the worst day of the week. Harry awoke that morning to the sounds of thunder and heavy rain splattering against the windows. Everyone was grumpy because of the lack of sleep due to the extra work load being pilled on. Ron was extra grumpy, when asked he replied,"Hermione and this project. She insists we stay up extra late to observe the potion. It's not like it's going anywhere." he said resting his head in his hands. Harry couldn't help laugh, when you get partned with Hermione, expect perfectionism, anything else is a crime.

Not only that, in every class, each teacher insisted on having a pop quiz that was extra hard, and challenged them in every way possible. Snape, of course, made their quiz extra hard and insisted they make a antidote for Sprout Ears potion in less then 30 minutes. Then, the potion had to be tested with a partner. Poor Neville had gotten his wrong, and his partner had to be taken to Madam Pomfrey for the antidote. Luckily, Harry hadn't had this problem and was able to make it directly to dinner without a hitch.

At dinner, both Ron and Hermione seemed to be in a really bad mood. Each was mad at the other for some reason, and Harry didn't dare ask what for. He guessed he was the best decision considering the looks of death and destruction they were giving eachother from across the way. The ceiling in the Great Hall seemed to be reflecting the mood, as the sky was rather dark, not stars or moon in sight. Harry sighed and left them to their glaring to head to the common room to work on some homework that Professor Binns had given him.

He didn't finish this until 8:00 sharp. Neither Ron nor Hermione had come back from dinner yet, they probably went straight to the abandoned classroom to work on their potions project. Harry put his homework away (well putting it on his bed was sort of like putting it away), and headed up to the 3rd floor storage room to meet Draco so they could work on their project.

He was already there, like usual and was pulling down some drying herbs. He turned to face Harry and greeted him with a sneer. "Malfoy." Harry said taking a seat.

"Potter." he spat. Looks like Malfoy was also in a mood.

"What step are we on?" Harry asked pulling the step-by-step instructions to him.

"Number 25." Malfoy said taking a seat,"We have to add this sage, a tad of rosemary, a few more drops of Essence of Aphrodite Oil, and a few rose petals. That should be enough to get us until tomorrow evening and we can do the rest of the steps."

"Ok. Give me the sage and I'll cut that up." Draco passed it to him and went back to the rosemary and began to pull it apart before chopping it up into bits.

This task was done in silence,"Ok, add some of that sage." He said scraping up the bits of chopped rosemary into his hands. Once Harry had added the sage, he dropped the rosemary in slowly and then stirred it quickly. The potion, which was now a off red color, absorbed the herbs quickly and sizzled slightly. The boys sat for awhile and waited until it was time to perform the next step.

The rain began to fall in heavy sheets again, and splattered the window. Lightning flashed over and over again, illuminating the sky for brief seconds at a time. Draco muttered something that sounded like,"terrible weather" and went back to watching the potion.

Harry tapped his fingers against the table and waited for the right time to add the rest of the ingredients. Malfoy had gotten the bottle of Essence of Aphrodite Oil from the shelf and had it sitting next to him, dropper nearby. Harry began to pull the petals from the newly picked rose and watched them flutter down onto the table almost like a feather, but he found the petals to prove more beautiful than any feather could ever be.

Draco watched Harry pull the petals from the rose and was sure that Harry hadn't noticed he was even looking. He hated Potter, oh yes he did, well at one time maybe. He still loathed him, found something in him to be quite unerving, but had enjoyed working with him the past couple of days. Being the enemy of the school hero didn't seem as important as it once was, well not since his father was put in Azkaban.

"You can add the petals now." He said and watched Harry dump them into the cauldron. Draco sat for a few minutes and waited once again until the Essence of Aphrodite Oil was to be added. The thunder rolled, the lightning striked, and the rain continued to fall in heavy sheets. It seemed to be almost heeding a warning, but a warning of what was the main question.

Draco stood, and opened the bottle of oil carefully and picked the dropper up from the table. He placed the dropper into the bottle and added one, two drops of the oil and replaced the lid carefully. Harry knocked something off the table and and bent down to fetch it from under the table. Draco turned to see what it was, the sleeve of his cloak caught the top of the oil bottle and knocked it over. The lid fell off the bottle and rolled across the table, Essence of Aprhodite Oil was now spilling onto the table at a very high rate, and neither of them had what it took to clean it up safely.

"Damn it." Draco said.

Harry was still on his hands and knees trying to grab whatever he was after,"What happened?" he asked peeking his head out from under the table for only a moment.

Draco shook his head,"Nothing, don't worry." He began to look around carefully for towels or something to clean the toxic stuff up with and only found a few. The oil was now covering about half the table and Draco wasn't sure how exactly he was going to clean this up without contaiminating himself. He wasn't about to go to Madam Pomfrey or Professor Snape and explain this mishap.

He turned around and spotted a pair of dragon hide gloves on the far shelf behind him. He turned and walked to the shelf and grabbed the gloves. He turned to walk back to the table and tripped on something lying on the floor. He fell and caught himself on the table. He pushed himself up and found his left hand laying in a puddle of Essence of Aprhodite Oil.

He began to panic. This was not good. Not good at all. He wiped his hand on a towel and stared at it hoping what happen was all an dream that he wished he would just wake up from. What was he going to do now? His hand was just in a puddle of one of the most powerful oils ever. It's not like it was a tiny drop, but it was a whole bloody puddle. He was sure, that whatever the repercussions were, it would not be good.

Harry stood up now and brushed himself off. He took a look at Draco and sensed that something wasn't right, he frowned a little and raised an eyebrow,"What's wrong? Something wrong with the potion?"

Draco wiped his hand on his robe and put the dragon hide gloves on,"No no, I just spilled something. Not a big deal really." But it was a big deal. He just had to figure out what he was going to do, what this oil was about, what it's side effects were and how to take care of it, all by himself. No need to get anyone else, like Potter, involved in something that he didn't need to be involved in.

One the spill was cleaned up (Harry tried several times to help, but Malfoy wouldn't let him), they cleaned up their things, said goodbye and headed back to their rooms.

Harry chatted happily that night with all of his friends, found time to play Wizards Chess with Ron and fell asleep late that night, just like several of his classmates did.

Draco hadn't fallen asleep that fast. He had lay awake for awhile worrying about what this oil was going to do to him, so far, nothing had happened, but after 12 hours on his skin, he wasn't sure what would happen. He decided the best thing for him to do was to quit worrying, go to sleep and deal with the problem accordingly in the morning.