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A little while later, Harry and Draco were sprawled on the floor of the empty classroom panting heavily. They glanced at each other and grinned.

Harry was the first to get up and when he did, he offered a hand to Draco, "We should probably head to potions now Dray, we don't want the Potions Prat bashing our heads in for being late."

Draco nodded, still catching his breath, and grasped Harry's hand, pulling himself up. Draco picked up a tie from the floor and hastily put it on, not caring who's it was. Harry did the same, and looked Draco up and down. Draco's hair was elegantly messed up, if that was even possible. Harry shook his head in disbelief as he ran a hand through his own hair knowing it probably looked a wreck. The two boys walked to their class hand in hand, not caring who gawked at them as they passed by in the hallway. When they reached the dungeons, Harry let go of Draco's hand and awkwardly tidied his shirt and desperately tried to smooth his hair.

Draco reached up to stop him, "Your hair is fine, Potter, now let's get to class." he hissed. Harry obliged and they both walked into the classroom.

Pansy was the first to notice the two boys presence ad they sat down and turned to stare at them with a mixture of awe and confusion clearly written on her face. She stared at them for so long, Snape had to forcefully turn her head towards him.

Before she could fully comprehend what she had just witnessed, she snickered and muttered, "Slythindor!" Draco twisted his head around to look at Pansy and winked. Harry hissed a bit in Parseltongue. It was then that Snape decided to be a greasy haired bitch.

He snapped his fingers to get their attention and said, "Five points from Slytherin, Miss Parkinson, for distracting your fellow classmates. And Potter, I must say, Draco Malfoy? Detention. Both of you, for arriving late to my ever so important class. Now get on with the assignment, I want everyone to produce a hair lightening potion by the end of this class. Well, what are you waiting for, MOVE!"

Harry pouted at Snape and looked at Draco. The two boys giggled a bit and went to work.

Later that day, Draco stood in his dormitory bathroom, combing his hair. He payed special attention to the locks of hair that had gotten quite tangled earlier that day. When he found himself adequately presentable, he flounced out of the bathroom and donned a pair of his dark green robes before setting out to Professor Snape's classroom.

On the way, Draco bumped into Harry, who was also heading down to the dungeons for detention. They smiled at each other and walked the rest of the way hand in hand. When they reached Snape's classroom, they waltzed on in, giggling and skipping to the desks at the front of the room. They pulled up chairs and sat extremely close together.

Snape swished menacingly into his classroom, only to find a certain Malfoy kissing, no, making out, with Harry Potter. His Potter. Nobody touches his Potter! He stomped over to the front of the room and cleared his throat. Almost immediately, the two boys separated as if they were electrocuted and smiled sheepishly at their professor. They went back to holding hands and looked expectantly at Snape. Snape creased his eyebrows and glared at Malfoy.

"Draco, prepare three bottles of Calming Draught. Mister Longbottom seems to be always using up our stock. Now, Harry, I need you to brew some Amortentia."

Harry looked at Snape quizzically, but got to the brewing. Draco humphed but got his ingredients together. Meanwhile, Severus sat down on the edge of Harry's side of the desk. Harry and Draco kept glancing at each other and winking. Snape furrowed his eyebrows even further.

"Stop! Stop it little Malfoy ferret, you little prat, that's my Potter!" he thought to himself. He decided to make some conversation.

"Soooooooo, Harry... H-how are you?" Harry stopped stirring his bright pink potion and answered without really thinking, "Great professor, how about y-WAIT. WHAT? What was that?"

Snape smiled to himself and repeated while twirling a lock of his hardly-combed hair, "I said, Potter, how are you doing?"

Harry gulped, then he smiled and responded with, "Fine Snape, or should I say Severus?" Snape nodded and batted his eyelashes at the Gryffindor. Harry smiled shyly and went back to brewing his potion, occasionally brushing his arm against the Potion Master's.

Draco glanced back at his boyfriend and frowned; thinking, "What? Did I just hear that conversation? That's weird." Harry and Severus were in fact deep in conversation, talking about stuff like ice cream and good names for kittens. This was getting weird. He coughed to get their attention and glared at both at them.

Harry blushed and smiled embarrassedly back at Draco. Snape's face however, was completely blank of emotion.

"Well Malfoy? Have you finished? And good job Harry with that Amortentia."

Draco hissed like an angry kitten at Snape and drew Harry closer to him, still snarling. Snape backed up a bit and smiled apologetically at Harry. His heart soared when he noticed Potter trying to escape from Malfoy's grasp. Severus winked at Malfoy and continued his conversation with Harry.

Draco sighed and scowled a little harder, a little mew accidently slipped out of his mouth. He glanced around nervously, had Harry heard? Harry hadn't though; everything was fine, except that Harry and Snape were having some weirdly intense conversation about Lily Potter. They were holding hands, both on the verge of tears and then they hugged. The hug was just a simple gesture of newfound friendship, but to the Chosen One and the Potions Master, it meant much more.

It was just then, during probably the grossest and most horrifying thing that Draco Malfoy had ever seen, his father walked, no, strutted into the dungeon classroom.

Lucius Malfoy looked Severus up and down, and purred, in a almost seductive way, "Heyyyyyyy Sev!" and then giggled a bit, much to Draco's horror. Draco was now staring open mouthed, first at the Snarry going on, and then the Snucius, which made him want to puke out all the potato wedges and seaweed salad he had eaten for dinner.