Title: Love/Hate Part 2 of 2
Author: rockerchica826
Beta: None-all mistakes are purely my own.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: MA
Summary: Draco is not having a good day…or is it the best day ever?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, places or past events. JK Rowling is a goddess. If I had even a percentage of the talent she does, I wouldn't be writing fanfic.
Warning(s): slash, wet dream, mention of wanking, kissing, grinding, mention of sex
A/N: Written as a birthday fic to my roommate. I asked her for a prompt and she said, "hmm…love potion…?...but not really"

PART 2 of 2

I got an owl. Not from Potter of course, that would be too much to ask. I got an owl from Granger, the mudblood, Potter's know-it-all female counterpart.

I won't say I was thrilled to receive it, because that would be a lie. I was nervous and confused all at once. What was she going to say? Had Potter told her what happened? Was she going to threaten to castrate me for my behavior?

I don't really know where that last one came from; I guess when irrational fear overtakes me it really overtakes me.

My hands were shaking as I unrolled the parchment. I really didn't want to know what Granger had to say about my debacle with Potter, but I had a feeling that this was somehow important.


I am assuming that you were paying about as much attention to Snape during his lecture this morning as Harry was. I know that you've been hiding in your room since class, but I really think that you and Harry need to have a talk. Maybe you can even figure out exactly what the potion was that you brewed this morning.

Take my advice, come talk to Harry. He will be in the Room of Requirement at 8 pm tonight. If I can be of any help to you, please, let me know.

--Hermione Granger

My heart dropped into my stomach. Why was Granger being so nice to me? What did she know that Potter and I didn't? Obviously it was something important or she wouldn't have begged me to go see him.

I looked at my watch and saw that while the actual clock face said it was 7pm, the small arrow was pointing to "Make a Decision." I had an hour. Well, knowing Potter and his notorious ability to always be late, I had a little over an hour.

I tried to make excuses for myself. I tried to convince myself that this feeling in my gut was just nerves, not excitement. I told myself that I was definitely not attracted to Potter in the least; it was just the after affects of the potion from this morning.

None of it worked, however, and at exactly 7:50 pm, I grabbed my wand and Potion's book and headed up to the Room of Requirement. At least if I showed up early, I would have a chance to regain my bearings before Potter strolled in late.

When I got to the hallway that the Room was located in, I started thinking about the type of space Potter and I would need. I started pacing down the hallway thinking about a comfortable space but not too personal.

My breath caught in my throat as I saw the door in the wall. Potter was already here. My thoughts raced along with my heart and I wondered why, of all the things for Potter to be early for, did he have to choose the one time I was really banking on him being late.

I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure. I would not make it through this meeting if I wasn't in control.

When I finally got control of my breathing, I pushed through the door. Potter jumped as I entered and turned quickly toward the door. He let out an unsteady sigh of relief as he realized who it was. He was as nervous as I was; that much was for sure.

"Potter," I tried to sneer at him. I don't think it worked all that well because he kind of smiled at me, but I tried.

"Malfoy," he said back, starting to regain his composure. "I see you got Hermione's letter."

"Yes. I see that you've been trying to find out about this potion."

"Uh… yeah. It's really a shame Hermione isn't in that class with us. She could have just told us what happened and this could all be over with."

My heart stopped for a second at that. Of course I would never admit it. I just had to remind myself, this is all an affect of the potion. You don't really like him or care that he wants this to be over.

I cleared my throat in attempt to clear my head. "Yes," I said calmly, "It's a shame, but we can't bank everything on your little mu- friend. We have to solve this for ourselves now, to get this over with as soon as possible."

Potter's face fell slightly, but he turned back to the book on the table in the center of the room to cover it. I took the opportunity to glance around the room to see what Potter had the Room create for us.

The space was fairly impressive. It was comfortable but not personal. The colors of the couch and chairs were a neutral grey and the table was a solid oak. It wasn't a very big space, but it was homey-feeling.

Finally, I sat down at the table across from Potter and started to look through my own book. "Have you found anything yet?"

"No," he sighed. "Honestly, I wasn't listening to anything Snape said, so I really don't even know where to start," he added sheepishly.

"Oh. Well all I heard was that it was some kind of, um, love potion, or something, so we should probably start in that chapter."

Potter took this as a good answer and moved to the chapter of the book on love potions that I had been searching. "If you're starting at the beginning of the chapter, maybe I should start at the end."

"Sounds good," I told him and flashed him a small smile before realizing what I was doing. My face quickly morphed back to its blank expression and I continued to search the chapter, but not before catching the small smile that played across Potters face and eyes. This feeling in my stomach was going to make me sick.

Before long, I found the potion we were looking for and began to read aloud. "This specific type of love potion is to be used in pairs. However, it is only effective on people who" I cut off immediately, not daring to say the next few words, my breath catching in my throat and my face flushing.

"On people who what, Malfoy?" Harry asked curiously, not noticing my reaction. He grabbed the book from my hands and scanned the words quickly, his face growing paler by the word. "Oh, um, I see."

"You see!" I screamed. "No no no! This is not right! I do not 'already have feelings' for you! I have never and will never be in love with you Harry Potter! This is not possible!" I ignored the way that Potter stiffened at my words and I ignored the painful throbbing in my chest at his reaction. There had to be another explanation. "There's got to be something else, some other potion that we made maybe." I began to frantically search the rest of the chapter, but it was no use.

I groaned as I stretched back in the chair. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I mean, Potter was pretty fit, and maybe I had thought about him naked before, but no. This couldn't be. I mean, maybe I was attracted to Potter, but it was purely physical, and there was no way that Harry bloody Potter, The Boy Who Lived, could be in love with me. There was just no way.

Potter seemed to be contemplating just as much as I was as he stared into the fire that had sprung up opposite the couch. He seemed to be trying to make some sort of important decision, and getting fairly close to doing so.

Before I even noticed that I was staring, Potter turned toward me, a hint of something new in his eyes. Determination maybe?

"Like what you see Malfoy?" he said smugly, walking slowly back to the table where I was sitting.

"In your dreams Potter," I managed to say in a barely controlled voice.

Apparently Potter had made his decision, because he was now standing over me, gazing intensely into my eyes and smiling. "Actually, there is this one dream I had"

"Stop," I pleaded, knowing that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back if I heard about his dream. This had gone too far. What was he doing? How had I gotten so far into this that I was even considering doing anything with this man?

"What? Scared of what I might say? Scared that I've dreamt about you Malfoy? Your pale body aligned with mine"

"Shut up and kiss me Potter," I cut him off again, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him roughly toward me. Fuck it all, I wanted this.

As our lips met, I felt that familiar rush of warmth fall over me. Nothing mattered anymore. Harry Potter was kissing me and that was all that mattered in the world.

When we finally broke the kiss, both gasping for air, Harry fumbled for words. "Wow," was all he managed to say.

I laughed. This was so absurd. I was in love with Harry Potter. Wait. I was in love with Harry Potter. "Um, Harry," I managed before clearing my throat and trying to throw a little more confidence into my voice. "So this potion is supposed to work only on people who already have strong feelings for each other. And I, um, well I guess I"

"It's okay Draco. I know what you are trying to say and you don't have to say it. I'm sure this will take a bit of getting used to, but, I'm willing to try it if you are."

I didn't know what else to say, so I stood up and kissed Harry fiercely, pulling his body close to mine and slowly leading him over to the couch. I sat him down and straddled him carefully, not breaking the kiss.

Harry groaned as I slowly lowered myself into his lap, finally breaking the kiss to move down to his chin and neck. I nipped and bit at his neck and earlobe loving the reactions that my touches were inciting in the man and feeling the tightness growing in my trousers.

My hands were wrapped in Harry's dark, messy hair and his were working their way down my back to grab my arse. I ground myself against his chest as I moved back to kiss him. We were both panting now and grinding against each other in search of release.

"Wait," Harry panted against my mouth. "II need to know. WWhat is this? WWhat are we doing? Are we ttogether?"

"Shut up, Harry," I laughed. "We're together, and you are coming back to my room with me. Now."

"Yes sir," Harry said light-heartedly and pulled me in for another soft kiss before we both stood and exited the room.

As soon as we were in my room, I pushed Harry up against the door and ripped off his shirt. "You're lucky that shirt isn't very important to me," he laughed, reaching for the buttons on my shirt.

"Yeah, well you better not rip my shirt or I'll have to kill you," I laughed back, "Your shirt was ugly anyway. You should be thanking me for ridding you of the atrocity."

Harry finished unbuttoning my shirt and turned us around, slamming my back against the wall and devouring my mouth with his while reaching for my trousers. After the initial shock of being slammed into the wall, I regained my ground and pushed back, guiding Harry to the bed while undoing his trousers and pulling them off.

Once we were fully divested of our clothes, I pushed myself on top of Harry, grazing our erections against each other ever so slightly before leaning back and taking in the sight in front of me. Harry really was beautiful, and every part of the faceless man that I had ever imagined, only better.

"Like what you see Malfoy?" Harry asked again smugly.

"In your dreams, Potter," I told him, "Oh wait, no, those were my dreams."

"Yeah? Well I had this one dream where..."

"Shut up, Potter," I cut him off once more, leaning back down and kissing him fiercely.

Tonight was the best night ever. I finally found who I'd been looking for, even though I didn't really even know that I was looking. I had hot sex with a gorgeous man. And now, I'm lying in bed with a naked, sweaty, sleeping Harry Potter, thinking about what a genius Professor Snape is and how perfect this day has been.

Sometimes, I love my life.