Harry had been more than a little confused. It had taken him three cups of coffee and a very long conversation with Hermione over lunch, to finally understand what was going on. He had been half asleep when Draco called and had almost not caught most of the conversation. What he had caught was that Draco needed to actually see him in person to be able to make an accurate potion, and that Draco had sounded almost like he was in pain. Like talking to him was painful.

Harry still didn't understand what was wrong with Draco, but Hermione had given him Draco's fire-address so that when 3 o-clock rolled around he could actually meet Draco. He was a bit nervous, and for once actually took the time to pick out a nice set of robes and shave, and attempt to tame his hair. He didn't know why, but he felt like he needed to prove to Draco that he wasn't some slob. He didn't let his mind think about it any further than that.

Five minutes to 3, Harry went through the floo, to the address Hermione had given him. He was a bit surprised when he came through to a tiny little sitting room with antique furniture. He glanced around in surprise, and checked the time, at about four minutes to 3, he heard cursing coming from down a little hallway he hadn't even noticed till he herd sounds coming from it. The hallway led to a staircase going down into a dark obis, and with some trepidation Harry slowly began his decent. Thirty eight steps down and some dim light finally hit him as he came through to what appeared to be some sort of lab. There were several long tables with different potions in different stages of the brewing process, and standing at the very far end of the very far table, was a man with a familiar head of platinum blond hair.

Draco cursed loudly, and as Harry crept closer he could see the burnt remnants of a caldron sitting on the table before the Malfoy. Draco seemed to be trying to figure out exactly what had gone wrong when the floorboard creaked beneath Harry's foot. In the time it took Harry to breath in, Draco had dropped the papers he had been holding, spun around, and pulled his wand. Draco blinked a few times at the sight of his once arch nemesis, before taking a deep breath and putting his wand back into his pocket. For the first time Harry noticed that Draco was not wearing the custom robes, but what appeared to be muggle trousers and a t-shirt with some foreign Logo.

Draco glanced at a clock hanging on the far wall and said, "You're early, I didn't expect you to arrive on time."

Harry just raised an eyebrow, and Draco quickly set to reorganizing the papers he had dropped. Once they were all in a nice neat pile Draco turned and said, "I need some of your hair and nail clipping, all fresh." When Harry gave him a confused look, he added, "Apparently before I can set the potion to your specifications I need to know what your specifications are, hair and nail clippings will go into a separate potion called Statua, which will allow me to better ascertain what place you have in the wolf hierarchy. I can't complete the wolfsbane to your specifications without that."

Harry frowned and asked, "Snape did this with Remus? What was Remus?"

Draco shrugged and said, "Remus was an omega, slightly rare and a little harder to work with than a normal submissive, which is what you'll likely be. Most are, Greyback was, surprisingly."

Harry frowned but gave his consent none the less. Draco quickly plucked a hair from his head and pulling a pair of fingernail clippers out of seemingly thin air, he grabbed his hand and none to gently clipped a few of the longer nails. Draco without further ado, rushed the samples over to one of the cauldrons that was steaming on a nearby table and dumped them in. Harry fidgeted and asked, "Is that all?"

Draco glanced up from stirring the potion and said, "Once this is done you'll need to drink it."

At Harry's wide eyed look Draco snarled, "Just have a seat Potter, it'll only be a minute." When Harry continued to stare at him he added, "If I was going to try something I would have just hexed you, not risked my reputation as a Potions Master. Now sit down!"

Harry reluctantly did as Draco bade him, sitting on the very edge of one of the many stools littering the room. Draco turned back to the potion, adding a few ingredients and stirring it first one direction then the other. After about ten minutes Draco dipped a ladle into the now blue potion and carefully gathered a good scoop before pouring it into what looked suspiciously like a shot glass. Draco then carefully walked over to Harry and held out the glass. Harry grimaced at the faint odor coming off the potion as he took it and without further ado, drank the whole thing.