Did You Ever Think This Could Happen?

Then Again, There Is Potions?

‘Draco wake up. I swear, if I have to yell it one more time. Well, something bad will happen. I just don't know what, but it will. Don't make me be threatening in the morning.’

‘Crabbe, I’m surprised you managed to put two words together, with out saying ‘um’ or ‘err’. There might just be a cookie in your future.’

As our little pureblood was getting up and out of bed, he looked down at himself.


‘Really, I mean, come on. I’m sure there is a thing called overexerting it! Damn, I know one day I will have carpal tunnel.’

‘Drakie! Darling, are you out of bed yet?’ Pansy cooed in what she was sure was a sweet way. Her normal voice, however, made the Slytherin males throw themselves off a the Astronomy tower.

That did the trick.


‘You know, only she could have the effect of ruining a perfect morning. I have double Potions, I wake up very happy, and she has to say that crap. Doesn't the wench have ears?’

‘Pansy, you sweet little pug face git, did you even hear what I said last night?’ Draco tried to appear convincing, and not vomit everything he has ever eaten. Pansy however, still didn’t take the hint.

‘Drakie, what do you mean?’ As she fluttered her eyelashes, Draco forced himself not to slap her or vomit.

He grabbed her face. ‘Pansy, I. Am. In. Love. With. The. Bloody. Fucking. Boy. Who. Lived.’
Acting as if she didn't even hear it she started to walk off.

‘You should get dressed Drakie, we don't want you to be late for breakfast.’

‘We?’

He went back to his dormitory, quickly slicked his hair back, and went off to the Great Hall.

Meanwhile, our little shagged hair wonder boy was just rushing down to breakfast.

‘What are you rushing on about. You should have brushed your teeth.’

‘Herm, I did. Do you want to go down to the Great Hall with me or not?’

‘Harry, what's the rush? Honestly!’

As Hermione, started to get all huffy and puffy with Harry, Ron walked down the stairs, looked at them, and went toward them.

‘Harry, I would have thought that you would be in the Great Hall by now.’

‘Oh shut up you prat, if it wasn’t for Herm here,’ Harry said pointedly ‘I would have already been down.’

Hermione started to protest that it was not her fault, even though she didn't know what kind of fault she might have committed. She started to open her mouth, just as Dean was rushing out the portrait hole, exclaiming how late they were.

In the Great Hall, people were actually almost done eating. Draco was actually looking around for Harry.



‘Where is he, I bet he was fixing his hair to look like that, still he is fucking amazing... Oh there he is, better not stare.’

Draco glance turned sharply to his food. Crabbe noticed.

‘Oh, your little lover boy is here.’

‘Oh fuck off.’

‘You only wish, Draco.’

‘With you? And I’m the one in the wrong here!’

Crabbe, searching for Draco had meant, didn't notice that Mr. Harry Potter was looking directly at Draco. Neither did Draco, which was good for Harry. It was easier for him to look at him and ponder all the thoughts, and feelings, and what he wanted to do to Draco.

Suddenly, Malfoy, looked up from his plate, and winked at Harry.

Harry, taken a back, cracked a small half smile.

‘Come on Harry,’ Hermoine nudged, ‘we are going to be late for Potions!’

They exited the Great Hall. Harry, almost running to class, tripped. Luckily he was way ahead of Ron and Herm. But wasn't so far ahead as…

‘Potter, did you forget how to use your legs? Let me guess, you have never used them before. Well, first you move one foot out a little bit, bend that knee and move forward, same with the other side. It doesn't matter which side you start with, wait, I am talking to you, lets just say left. And you do so until you reach your location. One way of stopping is doing what you did. Another is just to quit repeating steps.’

Harry stifled a laugh. Draco was pretty funny.

‘Fuck off Malfoy.’

Malfoy then did something he never did before--he helped Harry up. Their hands where touching.


‘Oh My God, what should I say next. Why is he still holding my hand, did I just say a girl thing?’

Letting go of Draco’s hand a little to late, Harry raised an eyebrow. ‘You winked at me at breakfast.’ He didn't ask, he stated flatly, trying to look as if he really didn’t care.

Draco, hoping he had noticed, was making his way into the classroom. As he passed Harry, he whispered, ‘You didn't seem to mind.’

Draco fought the urge to bite his earlobe. He moved back, seeing Ron and Herm approach, and stalked off into the classroom.

No one said a word as they entered. The Gryffindors knew better, and the Slytherins just didn't give a rat’s ass.

Snape entered his classroom. He slammed the door, and stepped forward.

‘Today, we will be making a common cold remedy. As it is winter, your nurse asked me to show you how to make it. She is tried of doing it all by herself. After the newts’ slime gets added…’ Professor Snape paused as he saw Ron gagging, disgusted. ‘Five points to Weasley for being a complete child. As I was saying, after you add the slime, (He looked over are Ron, wishing he could take more points away) it is ready to be drink. Though, I don't want any of you to be nervous,’ he smirked ‘I am also playing a game, one of you got a little splash of something extra. A Truth potion. Mild enough that I can use here at Hogwarts.’

The trio looked at each other, hoping that it wasn't them. They looked at each other, each praying that none of them got the slip in their potion.

‘We get to play a little game; button, button, who's got the button?’