Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter. Heck, I barely own anything at all, what with my lack of money...I'm broke again... :teardrop:
WARNING! This story contains slash! Whoo! MaleXmale! Now I haven't really gotten any yet, but lets not be flaming because you didn't read the warning, kay?

UPDATE: Beta love! I'm totally getting this story beta-ed, by the lovely Baroness Nox (much thankies). The chapters will only be proofread and such, no changes to the story,but when I'm done uploading them... Well, you get to wait and see. There may be more. Xp
New A/Ns shall be in italics.

Anyway...So. Yet another fic that I have started and will probably never finish. Oh well. That's just life. Man, I hate those stupid ruler lines you have to add. Why can't we just divide the sections with lots of little - like we used to? Or asterisks. Yeah, that's why I got mad this one time. We can't use asterisks any more. It sux...

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Chapter One - Accidents Happen

"Wow," Harry muttered, staring up at the ceiling of the Great Hall. "I never imagined how good it would feel to be back."

"Uh-huh," Ron agreed, sitting down next to Harry at the Gryffindor table. "It would be totally perfect if we didn't have N.E.W.T.s this year."

Hermione sighed. "But we do. And you guys had better work hard for them," she said. "What your future job is could depend on these scores."

"We know, 'Mione," Ron replied, rolling his eyes. "You've been telling us all summer."

"Well, I just wanted to get the importance through — "

"We've been repeating you in our sleep, Hermione! You can give it a rest!"

Harry subtly tuned out Ron's and Hermione's argument and gazed around the Great Hall, taking in the old sights. His last year here. He was going to miss the place. Slowly, Harry's gaze settled on a certain Slytherin who had just made his way into the Hall. 'But most definitely not him...'

Draco Malfoy laughed at something one of his house-mates said, looking over at the Gryffindor table. Harry felt Malfoy's eyes meet his, and they glared at each other for a moment before each looking away.

"You okay, mate?" Ron interrupted Harry's silence.

"Huh?" Harry started. "Wha - yeah. Sorry. Just zoned out for a second there."

"Well, you better not be doing that in class," Hermione chided him. "Don't be counting on me to take your notes for you. Especially now that we're mostly taking different classes."

"Hermione, you say that every year," Ron reminded her.

"Yes, but this year I might be serious."

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The next day dawned a little too early for Harry's tastes, but he nevertheless got out of bed on time, with a little nagging from Ron. They made their way downstairs to meet with Hermione and head down to the Great Hall to get their breakfast and schedules.

"Aw!" exclaimed Ron as he inspected his schedule. "I won't see you at all on Mondays!"

"Yeah," Harry muttered. "Double Potions, Astronomy, and Transfiguration."

"But we'll be in the same Defence Against the Dark Arts class," Hermione said. "Charms too."

"And we have the same Care of Magical Creatures on Thursday," Harry added, trying to cheer Ron up. "Just look at the bright side. You don't have to take Potions any more."

"True..." Ron mused, having decided to take up a profession in the magical creature business. Harry had decided to try for a job as an auror, and Hermione was being particularly headstrong, and learning to become a Healer.

"I can't believe I have to see Snape AND Malfoy first thing Monday morning," Harry groaned, getting up to go to their first classes of the day.

"You should be used to it by now, mate," Ron shrugged apologetically. "At least Hermione'll be with you."

"Yeah... But that won't make Snape any more bearable."

Snape stormed into the dungeons a minute after the bell had rung looking quite angry. He slammed a stack of papers onto his desk, took a deep breath, and turned to face the class, who were looking very frightened indeed.

"Well..." Snape hissed. "It seems we have a slight change of plans. For some reason, the old fool we have for a headmaster wants you blockheads to start off with a Bonding potion instead of the usual thing we had planned." He glared at everyone in the room, as if it were their fault.

"This is a very complicated and elaborate potion; I wouldn't think any of you could make it...But here we are. I'll give you all class to work on it. The instructions are on the board – " He waved his wand and writing appeared on the chalkboard. " – so you know what to do. I expect everyone to turn in something by the end of class, so I can judge how much I need to teach you. Get started."

The was a long silence as nobody moved.

"Oh, for heaven's sake! I don't care who you work with!" Snape snapped, throwing his hands up into the air. The class took this as a signal to get moving.

Harry dolefully got to work, setting up his cauldron next to Hermione's and Neville's, who, surprisingly, had gotten into Snape's N.E.W.T. class as well. He was also unfortunately near Malfoy, who was occasionally snickering in their direction.

After a few minutes, Neville muttered to Hermione, "Wait, what do I do with this?"

Hermione gave a sort of exasperated sigh, but leaned over to help him. Harry didn't really pay attention to them until Hermione cried out, "Neville, you were supposed to separate — !"

But what he was supposed to separate never got through, because at that moment, Neville's cauldron erupted in a wave of purple smoke and goo. Harry let out a yelp as he got sprayed head on by the concoction. When the smoke cleared, Snape was hovering over them, a frown plastered on his face.

"Why..." he muttered, shaking his head. "Why is it always you, Longbottom?" Neville whimpered as Snape surveyed the damage. "Who got most of the hit?"

Harry raised his hand tentatively, eyes going wide as Malfoy raised his. Snape sighed heavily. "Longbottom, Granger, clean this up. You two...come with me. Everyone else, back to work!"

The two boys slowly followed the Potions master out to the hallway. He paused, scrutinizing them both. Finally, he said,

"Malfoy. Think something about Potter. And use his name."

Malfoy looked startled. But apparently did what he was told, as Harry heard a voice float through his head.

'Potter is such a moron...'

Harry glared at him, not bothering to think why he was hearing Malfoy's thoughts.

"Potter, you repeat what you just heard. Using Malfoy's name."

'Malfoy is such a moron...'

Malfoy's eyes widened even more. "What the — No way. What just happened?"

"As much as I suspected..." Snape murmured. "Look. You two just had a Bonding potion splashed on you. An incomplete Bonding potion. You DO know what that is, right?"

Harry and Malfoy gave him a blank look.

Snape rolled his eyes. "It means you two are bound to each other. If one of you thinks something using the other's name, the other person will hear it too. There are also some other effects, like receiving the other's emotions or dreams. I don't know how much of the potion was complete, but it seems that the first effects are working."

"Wh-what!" Malfoy exclaimed. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"Yeah!" Harry agreed. "I can't be 'bound' to Malfoy! That's disgusting!"

Malfoy shot him a glare, slightly annoyed. "Oh yeah, because it's much better being bound to you, Potter!"

"Isn't there an antidote?" Harry pleaded, turning back to Snape.

Snape shook his head. "I'm not quite so sure. There is an antidote, but the purpose of that is to counteract the ingredients of the Bonding potion. If not all the right ingredients were in the potion, then the antidote probably won't work."

"You mean we're stuck together!" Harry and Malfoy exclaimed simultaneously.

"I'm afraid so, boys... At least until we can figure something out."


Eh? Well? A sort of short chapter, but oh well. I didn't want to put it all up at once. So, gimmie reviews, please? They're so encouraging... Hint hint. lol.

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