A/N: I love this chapter a lot! I will tell you though that Chapter 6 isn't as exciting, more filler, but necessary all the same :) I'll make up for it in chapter 7 though :)

Chapter 5: Brewing Potions, or Lack Thereof

He walked into Potions, which surprisingly hadn't started yet. Harry was not there yet which he found odd since he had left before him, presumably to Potions class. He wondered for a moment of Harry had some other guy or girl that he was pulling into dark alcoves. He slammed his book bag down and took a seat at a back table, trying not to be jealous. Merlin, I've only kissed him a few times today and I'm already getting jealous of what he could be doing right now? he thought as he started to pull his book, parchment, and quill out of his bag. Pansy was sitting a few rows in front of him and looked at him quizzically. He just glared at her and went about slamming his book bag onto the ground. Hermione and Ron also turned around to look at him which earned them both a trademark sneer from him.

Hermione lifted an eyebrow at him and then looked over at the door. She started to raise her hand in a wave, but stopped and looked perplexed. Draco watched her and then felt a presence behind him. He instantly felt his stomach tighten as he felt warm breath against his ear.

"Is this seat taken?" Harry whispered into his ear nearly brushing it with his lips. Draco shuddered and his eyes fluttered closed. When he opened them again, Hermione was still staring at them, but now she looked even more confused.

Draco shook his head as he shakily moved his stuff over. Harry sat down next to him, probably much closer than was really necessary. Draco gulped and cleared his throat. "You're late, Potter," he commented feeling the jealousy rise in him.

"No, I'm not. I was helping Professor Slughorn with some ingredients in the other potions closet. I swear that man would lose his head if it wasn't attached," Harry commented with a chuckle.

Draco blushed profusely and felt like smacking himself in the head. He couldn't even begin to imagine how he would be if they continued doing what they were doing. He was already getting attached.

"Hey, are you okay? You look a little flushed," Harry asked as he reached out and placed his hand over Draco's. Harry felt Draco's hand flex beneath his hand and he squirmed in his seat. He could sense that Harry was smiling at him. He turned to look at him. He was in fact smiling, but he was being sincere when he asked if he was okay. It was far too strange for him to even begin to fathom. Actually all of this was, but he couldn't make himself take a step back and analyze the situation. He just wanted to enjoy what was going on between them for as long as he could.

He felt Harry's thumb move across his hand in a tender caress. He flushed further and was about to comment that he was still driving him crazy when Professor Slughorn came tromping in. Harry removed his hand and looked up to the front.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter for your help in the potion store room. We wouldn't be able to do today's lesson without you. Fifty points to Gryffindor," Professor Slughorn announced when he got to the front of the room. Harry blushed and smiled sheepishly at the praise which before today would have probably been less enduring, but Draco was high off of Harry Potter so he didn't care at all and he felt like kicking himself for assuming that Harry was 'cheating' on him.

Slughorn turned his back on the class so Harry glanced over at Hermione and Ron who were looking at him in confusion. They gestured between them, but Harry just shook his head and looked away, over at his partner for the day. He had been a bundle of nerves all morning from everything that he had done with Draco. He exuded confidence, but it was definitely not what he felt inside. He studied Draco's profile as he listened to Slughorn explain the potion. His features had softened over the years and had become less angular. He still had a rather pointed nose, but Harry no longer thought he looked like a ferret. He watched as Draco subconsciously licked his lips, his perfectly pouty lips. Harry found himself mimicking the movement.

"You're staring Potter and you just might be drooling," Draco commented out of the corner of his mouth, not taking his eyes off of Slughorn.

Harry blushed and turned away. He heard a gasp a few rows in front of him and he turned to look at Hermione again. Her expression was set in realization and he knew that he was not doing a very good job of hiding his attraction to the blond sitting next to him. He shrugged his shoulders, he didn't care. He was enjoying himself.

Draco grinned when he saw the blush on Harry's face. It made him feel like he wasn't the only blushing bloke in their 'relationship'. Slughorn had finished his spiel and Draco started prepping their work area. Harry wasn't paying any attention, looking lost in thought, so Draco tentatively reached out and laid a hand over Harry's. He gave it a quick squeeze which got Harry's attention quickly. He whipped his head around and looked down at their hands. Draco grinned again. "Care to get the ingredients?" he asked.

Harry nodded and stood up leaving the table. Draco chuckled as he watched him go. He set to work placing the cauldron on the table, setting up the burner, and bringing out the tools they needed for the potion before Harry returned. He was holding several bottles of ingredients with a few floating behind them. Draco looked at him and glanced at the ingredient list.

"Potter, you realize that you've just grabbed way more ingredients then we need," Draco pointed out as Harry set down the ingredient bottles. He looked at them quizzically for a moment and shrugged.

"You never know what we may need," he pointed out.

Draco shook his head and looked down at his book. "Potter, the ingredients are listed on the board and in the textbook. I'm pretty sure that those two things are telling us what ingredients we need," he responded in slight annoyance. Harry stared at him for a moment with an annoyed expression. He smirked, leaned forward and quickly planted a kiss on him before sitting down and busying himself with the ingredients.

Draco sat there open-mouthed and completely shocked. He looked around the room quickly, but nobody seemed to notice. His heart was beating fast and he felt his face growing very warm. "Potter, are you nuts? You just kissed me in the middle of class!" Draco whispered heatedly.

Harry chuckled. "Technically, we aren't in the middle of class, we're in the back, and no one noticed so don't worry," he responded cheekily.

"You can't just go around kissing people in class! Especially me!" Draco whispered forcefully.

Harry turned towards him and leaned into him, only inches from kissing him again. Draco's eyes were wide with question and confusion. "It got you to stop worrying about the ingredients," he whispered, his breath ghosting across Draco's lips.

His eyes fluttered closed as he fought to not move the few inches to kiss Harry again for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He opened them again and Harry was still looking at him and still within mere inches of his lips. Harry's eyes looked to be pleading with Draco to close the distance. He suddenly felt confident that he could kiss Harry, accept the challenge, and completely get away with it. He had always loved a good thrill and this would be his most favorite one.

So, he leaned forward and kissed Harry, in the back of the potions classroom where anyone could watch. It was as if the entire room emptied of everyone in it and it was just him and Harry. He could hear his classmates talking and working on their potions, but it was as if they were not even there, just background noise. He turned his body to Harry and pulled him closer to him. Harry moved under his touch and surprised Draco, nearly to the point where he was going to break the kiss, when he moved himself into Draco's lap, straddling his waist. He let out a groan as their arousals touched and the intensity of their kiss multiplied by ten. They found that they could not get enough of one another and were tugging and pulling at each other's shirts wishing that they could remove them.

Draco found himself in a cloud of arousal and nearly ignored the wavering around him, but when Harry left his lips to kiss a trail down his neck, he was able to clear his head some. "Potter, we have to stop this," Draco muttered, his voice cracking.

"Don't want to," Harry responded quietly as he pushed his groin into Draco's. Draco groaned again and bit down on Harry's shoulder as his body responded to the movement.

Draco chuckled. "We're in the middle of Potions class," he responded.

"No, were in the back," Harry retorted as he moved back to Draco's lips. Draco growled as he allowed Harry to kiss him some more. Finally, he pulled back and shook his head to clear it. Harry was comically trying to get him to come back to him, but Draco grabbed his face and held it gently in his hands. He smoothed a thumb across his lips and along his jaw line and willed Harry to focus on him.

"Potter, we have a potion to finish and it is a miracle that no one has seen us doing this," Draco insisted.

Harry pouted as he sighed dramatically. "You're right. We do have a potion to do and it's not a miracle that we weren't seen, it's a spell," he replied as he slid off of Draco's lap and returned to facing their boiling cauldron.

Draco's mouth dropped open in surprise at just how crafty Harry was. "That's quite Slytherin of you. When did you do that?"

"Um, right before I leaned into you. I was really hoping that you would kiss me again. You did not disappoint," Harry replied with a wink.

"Well done, Potter, well done," Draco complimented.

Harry shrugged. "I've been known to do things well before. Might as well try again. Now, I realize we don't need all these ingredients, but I just couldn't resist the sound of your voice when you get a bit annoyed with me."

"Potter, you make no sense," Draco responded with a grin.

"Ah, but I make enough sense to drive you crazy with my awesome kissing skills," Harry pointed out. He put one hand under the table and rested it on Draco's thigh and moved his hand up and down his thigh coming closer and closer to his once again awakening arousal.

Draco jerked beneath his hand and leaned forward to bite down on his fist. He turned to look at Harry who was grinning like a mad man. He reached his free hand under the table and grabbed Harry's hand. "Potter, if you don't stop, I am seriously going to throw you onto this table and snog you senseless," Draco warned.

Harry's smile brightened and he twitched his hand beneath Draco's hold. "Is that a promise?" he asked.

Draco shook his head and groaned. "You make me crazy, you know that?"

"Yes, but you can't resist can you?" Harry taunted.

Draco looked over at him seriously. "No," he glanced down at his lips and then back up again, "I can't."