Did You Ever Think This Could Happen?

Button, Button, who’s got the Button?

Smirking as he watched his students suffer, he finished what he was saying. ‘I told you not to be nervous.’ He knew exactly who he wanted to use it on. ‘Now go wash up, the newts slime tends to make your hands purple if left on long enough. As Mr. Longbottom has decided to prove to us.’ He paused, wondering if he should take points away, or ridicule. He went with the latter.
‘Longbottom, what did you decide to do, see how long it takes before your hands fall off?’ Damn, I'm getting worse and worse at this. Best to move on while I'm still getting smirks from my house. Snape thought.
‘I told you lot to wash up, now get to it.’

The class left begrudgingly to wash up. Snape went to the cauldron he had previously decided on using. The class, all hoping and praying to the gods of hope and fear, that they weren't the ones who got the spiked potion. Snape went to sit in his chair he raised an eyebrow and turned to ask...

‘Mr. Malfoy, I was wondering if I could ask you a question.’ His voice was just as slick and greasy as his hair. ‘About a little rumor going around the Slytherin Commons..’ He trailed off waiting for the horror-struck pureblood to answer him.

Fuck, He gave ME the potion, why the hell does it matter to him, I'll just fight it, Draco thought. ‘Yes Professor, what is it you wanted to know?’ God damn brain. I told you fight it. Harry is now going to know all of it, I wanted him to learn of it a different way. Something with whips, ropes, and..

Snape brought him back to reality with his greasy voice.
‘You have a little crush I would hope is not true.’

Malfoy snapped back out of his fantasy, he was at the best part also. Damn, I do wonder if he screams like that when I use my tongue there. ‘It is true Professor, I do have a crush, well more than a crush, on some bo---one.’ He bit his own tongue when he was saying “boy” which was almost a lie itself, as they were 17 now.. man is more like it.

‘And who, pray tell, is this lucky bo--, er some one, Draco?’ Snape, hoping that it would be a Hufflepuff, a Mudblood Hufflepuff, that poofy-haired Granger, anyone but...

‘Harry Potter.’

Everyone BUT Harry was surprised at that. The Slytherins were all hoping that Draco had said all of that last night to get Pansy off his back. Now they just sat there, mouths hanging open with surprise. They all waited for someone to say something, Crabbe however was the first to say anything.

‘You like boys? But, I thought people made that kinda thing up.’

‘Oh, shut it Crabbe, we all know what you say at night. ‘'Oh Hermione, more more.’' Do you think we are stupid?’

After Snape finished his statement to Crabbe, Snape turned to the rest of his students and slickly turned his head to Harry. ’Why is the one person who should be gawking and asking ‘'Why, God, why?’' actually looking pleased?’

With out even thinking about what was coming out of his mouth, Ron blurted out. ‘Because it works in favor for him. He has, erm, more than a crush on Malfoy.’

Harry elbowed Ron and whispered, ‘Why in hell did you say that? Did you even think...?’

Before he could finish, Draco answered for him.
‘I don't think I was the only one who got a button.’

Snape, taken aback, by his back fired plans, finally choked out. ‘Class dismissed.’

Harry gathered up his things, quickly rushing out of the classroom. He wanted to ask Malfoy every thing that was on his mind before the potion wore off. He wasn’t sure how long the potion was going to last, and he seriously wanted to ask Malfoy why he liked him. Harry stood outside waiting for Draco, his mind filled with questions. Malfoy apparently wasn’t not on the same wave link. He avoided Harry as if he was the plague.

‘Come on Harry, let's go to lunch,’ Ron said more pleadingly than anything else.

Harry wanted to be mad at Ron for saying everything, he wanted to beat the living daylights out of him. He couldn't muster up the anger, as he for some odd reason, was happy Ron told everyone that he hearted the pureblood who acted as if there was no such thing as a soul.

‘Fine, let's go.’

The rest of the day was a blurry one for the ‘Boy who Lived.’ He could hear Ron and Ginny talking about Pig. Something about hooting cat calls. No, that can’t be right, Harry thought. Harry was sure everyone else knew about what happened in Potions earlier that day, but refused to believe it. It hadn’t really clicked for him yet.

Charms was awful. Harry was supposed to charm the bubbles on the Christmas tree to shimmer as a guest walked past. The best Harry could do was make them catch on fire. Bit of a nasty shock for Dean nonetheless. Hours later Harry still couldn’t figure out where he went wrong with the bubbles. Even Neville got it right!
Harry wasn’t at dinner that night. Ron wanted to send out a search party, Dean told him to drop it.

‘How would you feel if the girl you thought hated you didn't, and your best friend almost willingly told this girl that you hearted her also, knowing it was best not to know, as only bad comes out of these things.’

Ginny looked a bit shocked.

‘Dean, how did you come up with that? I mean it was really..’

‘They make cards for every occasion you know. ‘

Ginny rolled her eyes. ‘Boys!’
Hermoine just nodded. She knew exactly how Ginny felt.

*~*

While all of this was going on, Harry was at the Astronomy tower, hoping to get some extra work done. He heard a noise. Must be an owl.

‘Potter, why are you here? You don't have this class tonight. When did you pick up on actually doing your work?’ Draco said in his normal drawl.

A very arrogant, sexy owl, Harry thought.
‘The tower is open to anyone Malfoy, but if you don't want me here...’

There was no tension in the room. The only bit of reserve tension was for the fact that there wasn't any tension in the drafty tower.

‘No, stay, you actually may want to start passing your classes,’ Draco said playfully.

Harry thought that Draco would be leaving, instead he just sat down.

‘Oh, don't let me disturb you with my boyish good looks Potter.’ He fluttered his eyelashes.

Harry blushed. There has to be a spell to stop that from happening. Note to self, ask Herm.

They sat there for about 15 minutes till Draco finally spoke.

‘ Why do you like me?’

‘Oh, like I should tell you! I'm not sure why. There is just something about you. Why do you like me?’ Please that potion still be active please, please please!

Draco said nothing. He just stood up, walked over to Harry, and kissed him.
In this kiss filled with unanswered questions, Harry kissed back. Well, kissing is an understatement. He has waited for months now for this to happen. He put his hand at the nape of Malfoy’s neck, feeling his the tips of Draco’s hair. In return, Draco, slid his tongue under Harry top lip. Harry pulled him closer, tasting Draco’s mouth, searching for the end he could not find. He rolled his tongue over Draco’s. Draco pulled his tongue back and nipped Harry bottom lip, winked, and left the tower.

Harry blinked, picked up his things and started making his way back to the Common room. He mulled it all over in his mind. He clumsily walked back to the portrait of the Fat Lady, mumbled ‘kinder sweet’ and walked in to the Common room.
Harry walked past everyone, not saying a word, and made his way to his dorm. He wanted to think it all over before he told anyone what happened.

Curled on his side, taking off his glasses, hoping to go back to his dreams where he makes the decisions, the last audible thing he said was ‘Dammit he never answered my question!’ Soon after he was in his dream world, filled with ropes, chains and whips, to use on a certain Slytherin.