Chapter 2 is here! Thank you everyone who reviewed, followed and favourited! I would have posted this earlier, but I've been away all weekend. For now, I'll update every Monday. However, I may update faster depending on how many reviews I get...*hint hint* Enjoy!

CHAPTER TWO

Blaise furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"A favour? I don't remember owing you a favour."

"Come on, Zabini. You know what I mean," Hermione said, huffing a strand of brown hair away from her face.

Blaise thought for a moment. He couldn't remember ever saying much to the bushy-haired Gryffindor. There was the Ginny-thing a few months ago, but that was exactly that, months ago. A horrible thought dawned on him.

"You aren't trying to proposition me, are you Granger?" he asked, suddenly terrified to hear the answer.

Hermione laughed. "No, you idiot. I'm dating Ron. You are most definitely not my type."

Blaise sighed in relief. "Then if you don't want me, and I'm very glad you don't, aside from knocking my ego, what do you want?"

"I need your help," she admitted.

"Why can't you just get your Weasel to help you?"

Hermione smiled a little smugly then. "I don't think, Zabini, that you should be mocking the family of my boyfriend, considering you seem to also have a preference for said family."

Blaise blushed a little then, but quickly turned to narrow his eyes at the girl.

"Are you threatening me? Are you actually threatening to tell everyone about that if I don't do what you want?" he hissed.

"No! Of course not!" Hermione protested, "I wouldn't stoop to blackmail. I only ask you because I need a Slytherin to help me with my plan. In return I would talk to Ginny for you. I reckon I could get her to come around to the idea of dating you."

Blaise mulled over his options. Help her and finally get the redhead on his arm? Or not help her and be doomed to be a tragic bachelor and end up buying a cat in a replacement for a wife? Possibly then in a dead end job, surrounded by children, taunting him of his failure to have his own family, and become bitter, old and crabby with a disregard for personal cleanliness. Blaise did not want to end up like Filch.

"I'm going to regret this, but, alright." He shook her outstretched hand.

Hermione beamed at him. "I suppose you'd like to know my plan then?"

"Obviously. There's nothing we Slytherins like better than a good plot. Except maybe an evil one."

Hermione rolled her eyes at that. She leaned closer to him, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"I'm not going over all the details now, but I will tell you that it concerns the pair sitting in the front row of this classroom."

Blaise looked at the front row and his eyes bulged slightly. His curiosity was certainly piqued now. What the hell was she planning?

...

Harry was not enjoying Potions as much as he originally thought he would. He should have known better, that he wouldn't have fun in any lessons, but he had hoped that a whole double with Draco would make his time for enjoyable. The lesson started badly when Slughorn made the two of them sit at the front, right in front of his desk. It got worse as he announced that they were attempting to brew Veritaserum, and at some point would be using it on each other. Harry didn't particularly want to start blabbing about his secret love to Draco or to anyone, for that matter (Hermione didn't count. She worked it out for herself.) The last thing, was that Harry just really hated Potions. Luckily, Draco liked it.

"Well, Potter," he drawled when they had taken their seats. Harry had jumped when he spoke. "Since we're paired up, and you are so obviously incompetent at Potions and I want to get a good grade, I will do the majority of this, and you will do the menial tasks I can't be bothered to do."

He didn't bother asking for approval, and starting giving Harry instructions. Again, Harry asked himself why he wanted this prat so badly. His answer came later, when both of them reached to stir the potion at the same time, and Harry's hand accidentally lay on top of Draco's, where he was holding the handle. A jolt of electricity shot through Harry's hand. They both froze, and their eyes met, green eyes looking into just as startled silvery-gray ones. Both boys quickly realised the contact and withdrew their hands as if they'd been stung. Harry gritted his teeth to stop himself from going red.

"Watch it, Potter."

The lesson finally ended, and Harry left the room as quickly as he could, before he could embarrass himself. He met up with Ron right away and they started to walk away.

"That was bloody awful," he moaned, "Bloody Slughorn pairing us with bloody Slytherins. Bloody Parkinson."

Harry smiled a little. Ron always resulted to cursing when he was frustrated. Hermione joined them shortly afterwards, looking pleased with herself.

"What's up with you?" Ron said, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm just interested in making potions, that's all," Hermione replied, smiling secretively to herself. Blaise had agreed to help her with what she had privately dubbed 'Mission Drarry' and they were meeting in the library later to discuss the specifics.

Ron continued to complain about Potions for most of the day, only pausing to eat at lunch and dinner. They shared a couple more classes with the Slytherins, but no teachers enforced interaction between the two houses. That evening, Harry and Ron went to Quidditch practice, while Hermione headed to the library. She found a comfortable booth away from potential eavesdroppers and placed the book on the table. Blaise strolled in a while later.

"I'm ready to listen, Granger," he said, sliding into the seat opposite her.

Hermione opened the book at the correct page and slid it over to Blaise. She waited for him to read the whole page. He looked up, confused.

"So, what are you hoping to accomplish with this plan?"

She sighed. "I'm telling you this in complete confidence, you can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. It's a secret."

"Even more secret than our super-duper-secret-Draco-and-Potter-plot?"

"Yes. It's the reason why I came up with this plan in the first place. You see, Harry-," she began, not quite believing what she was about to say to one of Malfoy's best friends, "Harry likes Malfoy."

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Well, I happen to like Draco too, but you don't see anyone planning to do this to the pair of us. So what if he doesn't hate him?"

"You're not getting it. Harry likes Malfoy. As in he's in love with him." Hermione said, clearly to make sure her point got across.

Blaise blinked a couple of times. And then started laughing.

"What?" Hermione snapped.

"It's just that Draco's the last person I would ever have expected the Golden Boy to go for."

"You'll still help, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Even if it doesn't work out for them, it will at least be entertaining for the first few days won't it?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but secretly couldn't wait to see the reactions of the two boys as well. "You're such a Slytherin."

Blaise grinned. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

They spent a couple more hours devising a plan of action. Hermione had compiled a list of ingredients they need for the potion, and thankfully these were things that could be found in the back of the Potions classroom or in Slughorn's stores. They came up with a plan with one of them distracting Slughorn while the other collected the ingredients. They'd start making the potion immediately afterwards.

I hope you liked this chapter! Remember, reviews make updates arrive here faster! So, let me know what you think about this chapter. I'm also going to put a question at the end of each chapter to inspire you with something to write in a review, so the one for today is...

Why do you ship Drarry?

I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts, and I'll answer it myself in the AN of the next chapter.