A/N: This chapter is slightly longer than the rest. I tried to make it longer. It's hard for me to do longer chapters..especially for this story, but I will try. I hope you like it, kind of explains some things, but of course, Harry is as clueless as usual, haha.
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The rest of Saturday slowly faded away, the sun began to set over the grounds of Hogwarts, casting an eerie glow over the grounds. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had entered the Great Hall and took their usual seats at the table. Seamus and Dean were telling animated stories about a prank they pulled on a 7th year Slytherin earlier in the day and the table interrupted in laughter.

Hermione rolled her eyes and filled her plate with her favorite foods. Ron was already eating however, Harry was slower to do so. He had a bad feeling about meeting Malfoy to work on the potion tonight. However, he pushed that from his mind and filled his plate, eating a lot slower than her normally did.

Malfoy was still searching through his private library, trying to find any solution to this problem. He still wasn't sure of the effects of the oil, as he hadn't been around the one he was attracted too, however, he felt a horrible tug on his heartstrings since he wasn't and he hoped that wasn't a long term effect. He tossed book after book aside after each of them proved to be useless. Zabini entered the dorm to ask him a question and had to duck quickly to avoid getting smacked upside the head with large book titled "Special Potions and Brews". He stood and eyed him,"I think I'll come back later." He said and slammed the door shut behind him quickly.

Draco picked up the last book he had on his shelf about potions and hoped this would prove true to it's title and give him some sort of information. "Potions, Oils and Brews- All you want to Know by Melinda Goodock."

He checked the index under love potions and oils first and was overjoyed to find a paragraph.

Love Potions are very dangerous when used in the wrong sense. Some potions and oils have little effect on the person on the recieving end, however, others prove to be more powerful. Examples of the most powerful oils include the ever popular Essence of Aprhodite oil, which is believed to hold a very special substance only known to few. Futhermore, it is believed, that the oil contains a special blend of substances from Aprhodite herself which makes the oil so powerful. The oil is of the rarest kind and can not be made by just anyone. The last known makers of the oil are Merlin, and Nicholas Flammel.

Draco flipped to the index again and ran his finger down the columns. He grinned when his eyes came to rest upon Essence of Aphrodite oil page 897. He turned their quickly and noticed, with a huge sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, that half the page was missing. He sighed and read what was contained on the page.

Essence of Aphrodite oil is one of the most powerful kinds of love oils. Used only in potions that ask for a person to be taken over completely by a certain person. The oil acts like an imperius curse, and the victim is forced to bend completely to the casters will. However, in some cases, where the oil was not used in a potion, but gotten onto a persons skin, the first person the victim sees, upon getting the oil on his skin will find a deep rooted attraction to them. This oil can penetrate the mind, body and soul so deeply in which the person no longer knows the difference between what is real and what is fake. This confuses the victim, and they no longer know what they want and what the oil is forcing upon them. Over time, the most destructive effect of the oil is a gradual, unconcious, yielding of the mind, until submission becomes inevitable. The oil has reached it's most potent stage when the victim believes they are acting upon their own free will. There are only a few known cures for the oil, and only one is the easiest-

And the paragraph had stopped. He was so close to finding an answer, so close to getting himself out of this hell that was forced upon him and the rest of the page was gone. Considering this was a very old book, a book that had once been stashed in his fathers private library, he understood that it might not survive the test of time, but why did this particular part of the page have to suddenly go missing?

After dinner, Harry had left Ron and Hermione on the second floor and climbed the stairs to the 3rd floor storage room. Malfoy was already there and didn't turn to look at him. He muttered something that sounded like 'hi' to him and shoved a page of directions and a few thyme plants towards him. Harry sat down and began to chop up the thyme.

The silence between the two was rather unsettling since the two had actually begun to talk on civilized terms. "Did-did I do something wrong?" Harry asked suddenly without really thinking, a habit that he had a lot lately.

Malfoy shook his head,"No, you didn't do anything wrong." he said still not looking at him. He dumped something into the pot that looked like chopped up shrivelfig.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked just trying to be sure that nothing between them had suddenly changed. He felt it though, something in the air was different, a certain electrical force that didn't seem to be there before. He sighed and added some of the thyme to the cauldron and dropped his hands onto the table with a thud. Malfoy didn't look up, he just eyed him from the corners of his eyes.

The silence was killing him as well. He just wanted to reach out and touch him, make a sort of connection that those two have never had before. Make things between them alright. He knew, however, that this wasn't by his own accord, this was the oil.

He suddenly realized that he felt tuned into Harry, he felt as if he could tell what he was thinking, what he was feeling and what he wanted. He knew that he couldn't however, and if he was, this was an effect of the oil that he hadn't taken into consideration, well more like a effect that wasn't mentioned in the book, unless it was on the part of the page that was ripped out. If only he had that bloody page!

The two worked in silence for almost two hours. Once they added the nights ingredients, the two stood, gathered their things and looked at eachother for the first time tonight.

Malfoy had a certain look in his eyes, something that Harry had never seen before. The air between them seemed to sizzle, with either anticipation or another force that neither of them had considered. "I better get going, I need to get back to the dorm, work on a last minute assignment." Harry said.

Malfoy nodded his head, suddenly, he felt a tugging all around his body, and a deep rooted attraction to Harry that seemed to be tugging on every fiber of his being. Without warning, Malfoy stepped forward and pressed his lips to Harry's in a rushed movement. Harry jumped back,"What the hell?"

Malfoys eyes were wide, Harry couldn't tell the emotion they were showing, but it looked like cross between shock and horror. "I-I think I have to go." Malfoy said pulling his school cloak tight around himself. He left the room in a hurry and walked down the hallway as fast as he could without running.

"What is going on Malfoy?" Harry called after him. Then, the realization of what just happened had sunk in. I have just been kissed by Draco Malfoy. Why the hell did he kiss me?

He tried to turn his mind of to what happened, and somehow, he found the strength to do so. He pulled his own cloak tight around him, shut the storage room door and ran to the Gryffindor tower. He looked around the common room quickly, and when he saw no sight of Hermione or Ron, he ran to the dorm, got dressed for bed, and hurried under the covers quickly. He hoped, that in dreams, he could forget what had just happened.

Draco was reluctant to go to breakfast the next morning, like Harry himself ( he wasn't sure how he knew this information, but he did). He had been up half the night, pacing the common room, and several times, Crabbe and Goyle tried to get him to bed, but he yelled at them, almost waking up most of the dorm and they stormed off into the darkness.

While he was pacing the floor, his mind came up with a plan, almost instantly. He wasn't sure if it was a concious thing, or an unconcious one, as he wasn't trying to cook up anything. At one point, his mind just said, that he had to do something about what happened, and then it told him exactly what he was going to do.

He was going to tell Harry, he was going to ask for his help, and this would all be solved.

Harry found breakfast the next morning a dreaded event. It didn't help that Ron had brought up the fact he was talking in his sleep again,"Malfoy do something to you last night while working on the project?" He asked taking a drink of his pumpkin juice.

Harry choked on his pumpkin juice, and spit some out,"What?" he asked while trying to clean up most of the mess.

"You were talking in your sleep again, saying something to Malfoy about not doing something. I just thought he did something, you know, the way you were talking, it sounded like he did."

"N-no, he didn't do anything. He's been placid lately, you know that." Harry said busying himself with his eggs.

"If you say so, Harry." he said, and then he left.

Hermione was left sitting at the table now, a huge book outstretched beside her. She was silently reading to herself as her lips moved forming the words. "Hermione, what are you reading?"

She looked up almost at once and blinked,"Oh, um, it's a book that has all we need to know about our potion."

"What's wrong with Ron?"

"Ronald." she said in a manner that clearly said a fight had taken place,"has refused to do any extra work on this potion. He seems to think that working on it is rather stupid, as Snape won't pass us anyway." she was mocking him now.

"Well, you know," Harry began, instantly realizing that this was a mistake, but it was too late to stop now,"Snape has it in for all of us, and he doesn't always give us high marks, even though we deserve them."

Hermione was up out of her seat at once and slamming the book shut,"Fine. Fine! If you agree with Ronald, I guess that means I'll have to leave the table early today." She jammed the book into her bag and stormed off through the tables.

As he watched her pass, he saw Malfoy stealing a sideways glance at him, slightly smirking.

As he entered the Great Hall today, he wondered how he was going to get Harry by himself. His mind reeled over this until it came up with no more ideas. However, he was overjoyed when Weasley left the Gryffindor table earlier than usual, and he was really overjoyed to see Granger storm off scowling at something Harry had obviously said.

He didn't have to think anymore. He simply had to leave before Harry, find a quiet corner, grab him, and sort this whole mess out. Harry began to look alittle uneasy sitting by himself, Malfoy quickly stood from the table, when Harry wasn't looking in his direction and left the Great Hall. He stood in the dark corner behind a suit of armor. As soon as Harry was out in the hallway, he would grab him.

Harry left the table right behind Ginny, who was conversing with a giddy Ravenclaw over a boy who was a few feet in front of them. The Ravenclaw boy turned around, and the girls shrieked and ran up the stairs quickly. The Ravenclaw boy turned around and made his way to the Ravenclaw dorms. Harry was ok walking by himself, but he found that having no one to talk too while going to tower was a rather boring event.

Before his mind had time to register anything else about what had happened in the Great Hall, a arm shot out from the darkness and pulled him into the corner behind a suit of squeaky armor.

Harry's heart began to pound quickly, he began to tremble slightly. He heard a rustle of the person who had pulled him into the corner, then the whisper of "Lumos" and the tip of a wand igniting.

Once Harry's eyes adjusted to the darkness, his mouth dropped open, eyes became wide,"Malfoy?"

"We need to talk." he said in a whisper. He was serious.

"You bloody bet we need to talk." Harry answered.