A/N: It has come to my attention, that after reading Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire (one of the many re-reads of the book), that love potions at Hogwarts are illegal. However, we are going to assume, that this potion, while being brewed under the watchful eye of Professor Snape, and while not being used on any one person, is ok.
And, I know I didn't give you much to go on here in this chapter, but I don't want to give it all away yet. I still am going to research some more things myself and then complete the story. I have several ideas for what is going to happen in later chapters, and I will admit, that it probably isn't going to be happy..well not now at least..maybe.
One with the story, and please please please review!

Like most of the students at Hogwarts on a Saturday morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione woke up late. After staying up most of the night talking, and playing Wizards Chess, sleeping late seemed like the most logical thing to do. They dressed, and headed down to the Great Hall to eat a late breakfast.

Ron and Hermione were thinking about things they could do today, since they had the whole day off. The potions projects had them so swamped down lately, that getting together and doing nothing at all was quite a hard task. "Since it's a nice day,"Hermione began,"I vote we take a walk around outside, and just have a lazy day."

Ron shook his head, and Harry did so as well. He wasn't paying that much attention to anyone however, because he was too busy staring at the Slytherin table and the empty spot in which Draco would be sitting. The space between Crabbe and Goyle seemed rather large today without him sitting there.

Where could he be? He thought. Draco never usually missed a meal, if he was sick, he always showed up so he could exaggerate it, and get extra attention from people like Pansy who would listen to him as he talked about his illness like he was dying and she would hang all over him, saying how brave he was, and Draco would act like he was the biggest thing in the world.

Maybe his father broke out of Azkaban and he instructed his mother to remove Draco from school while they ran from the aurors. Maybe he was really sick this time and getting out of bed for him was rather difficult. Maybe he was plotting his next move against Harry, and just maybe he was working on the potion.

So many scenes were running through his head now, and he noticed, but noticed vaguely, that Ron and Hermione were staring at him with concerned looks. He decided that worrying about Draco was nothing to him now, and he broke from his trance and looked at them,"Are you ok mate?" Ron asked, looking more red than usual.

Hermione didn't say anything at first, but she eyed him like a mother would eye an injured child,"Is your scar hurting again? Something you should see Dumbledore about?"

"No, no. I'm fine really." He stood from the table,"Let's go take that walk around the lake."

Draco stood in the private bathroom staring at his pale face in the mirror. The night had been a nightmare. His dreams consisted of nothing but sexual situations. He had slept through the night, but it wasn't a restful sleep. He had tossed and turned all night, and when he awoke, he was drenched in sweat.

He ran a sink full of cold water and splashed his face several times before wiping it off with a towel. If it was even possible, he thought he was even paler than usual. That wasn't the only difference that he noticed about himself. He noticed a certain attraction to someone he never thought possible.

He wouldn't let this happen to himself. He wasn't going to let some love oil take over his free will. He was going to beat this.

He dressed and went down to breakfast, eating only a little something, as he wasn't in the mood to eat much. Crabbe and Goyle looked worried, but he blew them off,"I don't have time to mess with you two today. Go off an protect someone else for a change." They looked hurt, but he didn't care. He needed to be by himself so he could work without distraction, without two people beside him that didn't know the different between and potion and a oil. They would certainly slow him down.

The trio had sat down underneath a beautiful tree by the lake. It was large enough to provide plenty of cool shade and was away from most other students as they chose to sit in the courtyard. Oddly enough, even though the group hadn't seen eachother much in the past few days, they had nothing to talk about. No gossip, nothing bad about a teacher, not even anything bad about Malfoy and he was the usual topic of conversation most times. Finally, Ron broke the silence,"Fancy a game of exploding snap?" He asked pulling a deck from his robes.

"Do you carry a deck with you all the time?" Hermione asked leaning with her back against the sturdy tree trunk.

"Pretty much. I find it's the easiest way to beat boredom."

And so they played.

Draco stood in the empty library feeling overwhelmed. There were so many books, on so many subjects and so many possibilities that the information he wanted could be under. He took a deep breath and headed towards the card catalog section. He first looked up love potions and wrote down the results of his searches on some spare parchment slips that the librarian always kept on her desk. He then went and looked up those books, but what he found out helped him none.

The information was useless and gave him little information to work with. Essence of Aphrodite Oil was never mentioned however and he went back to the card catalog to look for more.

This time around, the books that his search gave him were all in the restricted section which was locked and bound. He'd need a note to get in there, and he wasn't about to go to a teacher, explain his situation and beg to be let in so he could research his problem and get help. He'd be better off going to Snape, explaining what happened, admitting what an idiot he was and getting the antidote.

No, he wasn't going to admit his weakness. He was a Malfoy, and he never needed help from someone else unless it was for personal gain. Getting other people involved would mean that he wasn't perfect, and not being perfect in the Malfoy family was a sin.

He searched until lunch with no luck. He gave up and left the library, a new plan forming in his head. He had several books about potions back in the dormitory, maybe, just maybe, he would get lucky and find something about that particular oil in one of them and then he could finally solve this problem and get his life back.

Harry continued to have fun with Ron and Hermione the rest of the day, unaware of the problems that were coming. Nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen.