Disclaimer: Simply borrowing these characters and not making a profit.

Note: This is a slash so if you don't like this, don't flame! I have warned you.


"Granger and Weasley, Longbottom and Goyle, Crabbe and Thomas, Potter and... Malfoy," Snape drawled. Harry released a groan.

He looked at Malfoy, who shot him a smirk.

"Go to your partners, and listen to my instructions. This is a highly delicate potion and if any of you mess it up, which you most likely will," he said, directing his sight towards Neville, who looked down to his book, "There will be serious consequences." He spoke quietly, as was his manner, but the students hardly dared to breath.

Harry took his time gathering his things. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look as she waited for him to move so she could sit with Ron.

"See you guys after class," he mumbled.

"One person from each pair should come up to my desk and pick up a book for you to share," directed Snape.

Harry looked at Malfoy.

"You're not expecting me to go, are you?" said Malfoy.

Harry rolled his eyes and got a book.

"Now, turn to pg. 217. You will follow these ingredients EXCEPT for the last one. Simply refrain from adding it at all," he warned, with yet another look towards Neville. "This potion is supposed to allow you to see the good in the other person."

Most of the Gryffindors raised their eyebrows while the Slytherins simply laughed.

"Can't see what good I can find in you," Malfoy told Harry.

"And vice versa," Harry grumbled.

"Silence," said Snape, hardly raising his voice any louder than before. However, the class immediately grew quiet.

"Normally, this spell is illegal, as it has a certain connection with love potions, but without the addition of the last ingredient, with the addition of a time-release and with my supervision, it should be alright," he continued. "Make sure not to add the last ingredient and alert me when you finish with the potion so I can provide you with the time-release spell." He spoke slowly, words dripping with caution.

The class got to work. The only noise being heard was the simmering of the potion, the chopping of the knife against the wood, and the random exchange of words between students.

"Have you put in chikel essence yet?" Malfoy asked, sounding bored.

"No, I'm waiting for you to put in the root of montar," replied a very annoyed Harry.

However, Malfoy didn't get a chance to reply as the cauldron behind them exploded. Harry ducked to avoid a large piece of cauldron that was aimed at his head. Neville's cauldron landed on their desk sending ingredients everywhere.

Snape strode over to the chaos and used a simple cleaning charm to put everything back.

"Longbottom, 40 points from Gryffindor for your stupidity," he said, fighting a smirk. "Potter, 10 points from Gryffindor on your behalf as well."

Harry glared at the hated professor, but refrained from answering. He had learned long ago that it did no good. His potion was still intact and he and Malfoy continued, exchanging glares with every few words.

They had placed the final ingredient and thrown away the remainders.

"I'll go inform Professor Snape," Malfoy said.

Malfoy returned, with Snape at his heels. The professor muttered a few words over the potion and then faced the rivals with an expectant look on his face.

They both bottled the potion and with doubtful looks on their faces, swallowed.

The room turned blurry and Harry had to squint to see. The only clear thing in the room was Draco.


Please R&R. My first fan fic story, so please be kind.