Paring: Dm/Hp
Warnings: Slash and some spoilers
Rating: R- rated
Summery: Harry never was good at potions. Ron never was good at controlling his temper. Draco never was good at shutting his mouth. A disastrous choice in potion pairings by the Harry-Hating Snape only ends up brewing trouble. When the potion inevitably explodes Harry and Draco are landed in the hospital wing, completely unconscious. Upon waking they discover that not only do they feel an annoying itch which neither can identify but they are also able to see into the only place no one is meant to see- the other's mind. Scared into secrecy by the though of being used for experimentation in order to get rid of the condition (that was probably not curable anyway) how will these two enemies cope with not only each other, the itch and the threatening shadow of Lord Voldemort, but a jumble of mixed up no-sense, 'what-the-hell-am-I-thinking?' emotions?
A/N: Hey everyone. Hope you all enjoy this fic. Its funny, light-hearted, sappy and not too badly written if I do say so myself! This is one of my early fic's that have been hiding on my computer for ages and as such I'm a little insecure so please review and tell me if I should bother continuing it. Thanks so much and enjoy the show!
Chapter one- The Accident:
Eye of bat, tongue of newt
Leg of spider, seed of fruit
Heart of kitten, nail of bear
Toe of rhino then leave it there
Juice of beetle… or was it of bug?
Essence of snail… or was it slug?
Er… Maybe it's this… but wait… was it that?
A liver of a dog… or was it cat?
If this turns out all right then I'll eat my boots
-But I think I add this now, I think that I… oops…
Harry hated potions.
Perhaps it was the dank, depressing dungeons, or maybe it was the revolting fumes of the simmering potions. It might have been that the only light was the steady flickering of the torches, that made the walls shimmer and a shiver to run up his spine… or maybe it was the simple fact it involved Snape, Malfoy and the Slytherin's.
Harry had an uncomfortable feeling it was the latter.
Snape was evil, vindictive and an all round bastard, but up until this moment Harry had always assumed he had some sense; but really, when you put Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley in the same group your just asking for something horrible to happen. It would have been less trouble to write an invitation to ask the fates to please muck up there lives as soon as possible, because having nothing but homework to worry about was getting rather dull thank you very much.
Harry would have preferred more homework.
There are times in everybody's life where our temper will get the better of us. Ron's temper was as red as his hair- and that's on a good day. Bring a certain blonde Slytherin into the picture and you better grab anything flammable and duck behind the nearer object with your hands over your head. You think the same old insults about his family and home life would have less effect after five years, or at least that as a sixth year prefect Ronald would be able to pay more attention to his potion than some crude insults put forth by someone whose opinion doesn't even matter to him.
You would think that, but you would be wrong.
"No, let me stir it, you probably can't even count properly" Draco's dull voice said coolly and Ron flushed not even realizing he was stirring the potion in the wrong direction
"Leave it Ron" Harry said dully without looking up from his ingredients.
Unlike Ron he knew how to control his temper. He also knew that Malfoy was all talk and he had no time to worry about him since what happened last year. He was far too busy trying to dispose of his depression- and having no luck so far.
Ron shot Draco a glare accidentally adding the wrong ingredient
"Did you add the Mandrake Root?" Harry asked looking at Ron
"Er… I think so" Ron said uncertainly adding another incorrect ingredient, making the potion so dark blue it was mistaken by the proper purple by all gathered around it.
"The colour looks okay, you must have" Harry said absently
"Do we have Dragon Spleen?" Draco asked rudely rummaging round the table "Hey Weasly, be a good little servant and fetch us some will you?"
Ron grit his teeth
"Just get the Dragon Spleen Ron" Harry said, realizing that Ron was reaching the end of his tether. Ron merely muttered something inaudible before heading off to the ingredients, which were spread out on Snape's desk.
"What do I add next Potty?" Draco asked crudely
"Bat Wing" Harry said getting a little annoyed with Malfoy
Draco carefully added the ingredient (as it would react t the Rat Toes, causing the potion to explode slightly) and took a step back preparing for the small explosion.
None came.
Professor Snape passed the cauldron, looked in, nodded absently and moved on. The potion flared slightly, but that was it.
Draco blinked, scowled, and then took a step forward. Harry looked up from the parchment and frowned. Both peered into the cauldron.
"I thought it was meant to-"
BOOM!
A cloud of strange simmering cloud burst forth and engulfed Harry and Draco both of who immediately started coughing, struggling to find a patch of the air that was breathable. The mist seeped into their lungs finding its way into their blood steam, making their mussels tense up until it finally arrived at its intended destination: Their brain.
Harry and Draco fell to their knees both clutching their heads and screaming, each dimly aware of the attention they were attracting, though neither of them caring. Harry felt a strange sensation flood through his body and mind… perhaps a distant tugging… then everything went black.
When Harry opened his eyes the first thing he realized was that he couldn't move. He was tense all over and his throat was dry giving Harry the message 'don't even bother to try and talk'
/Ouch/
If Harry had been able to he would have jerked in shock. He laid very still listening with all his might… but could hear nothing
/Great/ he thought /I'm hearing voices. It's second year all over again/
There was a pause then
/Potter/
Harry felt his heart skip a beat. He knew that voice… he knew that tone… what he didn't know was what the hell was going on.
/Malfoy/
/Oh crap/ was the tired reply
/Okay, we've established that either we can hear each others thoughts, or all the pressure has finally gotten to me and I've lost my mind/ Harry thought weakly
/As much as I would like it to be the latter, I think it's the former/ Draco said (well, thought really)
/Out of all the people to be stuck with I have to be stuck with you. I bet Ron added the wrong ingredient. After I kill him in as many painful ways as possible I'm never talking to him again. Ever/ Harry said, groaning inwardly
/Not if I kill him first. Sharing thoughts with Harry Bloody Potter… what did I do to deserve this/ Draco asked despairingly
/Where do I start/ Harry asked grumpily
/It was a rhetorical question Potter. Wait till my father hears about this/ He said sharply
/I don't about you but I feel like my throat is made of sandpaper/
/What/
/Never mind. Point is I can't speak… or move. Can you/ Harry asked
/No./ Draco admitted
/So how do you plan to tell your father? How are we supposed to tell anyone what's wrong with us if we cant speak/ Harry asked absently
Draco couldn't find an answer to that/God, I hope this is only temporary/ He said at last
/For once in my life, I agree with you/ Harry shot back
/I'm honored/ Draco said dryly
/God, even your thoughts are sarcastic/ Harry said with an inner sigh
The hours crawled by as if time had decided to ride a turtle just for the hell of it. Harry and Draco spent half the time bickering and the other half attempting to think nothing at all. It was strange to see the random thoughts that entered the mind of the other while doing this. Harry tried with all his might to block Draco out (like he did with Voldemort) but it didn't work. Draco would just ask him what the hell he was doing.
What was the most curious was that every now and then he felt a faint tug towards the left of him (where he assumed Draco was lying) almost as if there was a magnet. He finally got irritated by it and decided to ask.
/Do you feel that/ He asked at the next tug
/Feel what/ Draco asked, but Harry got the distinct feeling that Draco knew exactly what he meant
/That tug/ Harry said
/No/ came the reply. He was lying. Harry could feel it. He freaked out a little
/What/ asked Draco in confusion
/What, what/ Harry asked back
/You freaked/ Draco said uncertainly
/How do you know that/ Harry asked softly
/I…I felt it/ Draco replied
/I felt your lie. You can feel the tug. That's what scared me a little. We can feel what the other is feeling/ Harry said slowly
/So not only can we hear each other's thoughts we can feel each other's feelings. It can't get any worse than this/ Draco said miserably
/Your going to regret that. Rule number one is to never say 'things cant get worse' because then it always does./ Harry said
/Well I didn't technically say it, I thought it. Besides, that's superstitious nonsense. I knew you were stupid, Potter, but that's beyond it/ Draco drawled
/We'll see whose the stupid one soon enough/ Harry said softly
As the time moved on even more slowly (as if time had gotten bored of the turtle and moved onto a snail) their mussels slowly began to relax. Though movement was still impossible it was a consolation to know the condition obviously wasn't permanent. Madam Promfrey came bustling over and stood over them.
"Now I know you can't move; that much is obvious. So take this and you'll have control of you limbs in an hour's time. Anything else I should know about?" She asked
/Malfoy, I think I could say one word. We should tell her about her throats. I cant live with this much longer. I'll say 'can't' and you say 'speak'
There was a hesitant pause, then
/Very well/
"Can t …"
"…Talk"
Harry rolled his eyes. He had deliberately changed 'speak' to 'talk' just to spite him.
/idiot/ he muttered
At any rate it had the desired effect and soon they were gulping slimy potions that smelled bad and tasted worse but were to patch them up 'in no time at all'. They were told that they would have to stay the night but that they would be free to go tomorrow. Harry groaned inwardly
/Great. A night with you/ Harry said
/Oh, and I'm absolutely thrilled with this situation/ Draco shot back
Fortunately for them the potions had contained a drowsing effect and soon enough Harry was drifting into an exhausted sleep.
The world was spinning. Harry looked around in confusion. It was like scenes in a movie that had been jumbled up and mixed together. Each scene was flickering and replacing each other at random. The strangest thing in all of this was the fact that Draco Malfoy was standing right next to him looking around with as much confusion as Harry.
"What are you doing in my dream?" Harry snapped
"Your dream? This is my dream" Draco said frostily
"That wouldn't surprise me given your subconscious" Harry muttered
"It must be a potion side effect. We share dreams," Draco said after a moment's silence
"This is what you get for saying 'it can't get worse'. Don't say I didn't warn you" Harry said casually and Draco glared
"All this because of a Mind Expanding potion gone wrong" Harry said absently
"Why is everything flickery?" Draco thought out loud
"I think its both our dreams. Because where now in the same place it can't decide what one to stick with," Harry said finally
"Perhaps. Since you're here though, it is now officially a nightmare. I haven't had a nightmare for a while now" Draco said
"Just pray we don't get stuck in my dreams then" Harry said quietly
The scenes began to fade slightly and Harry began to feel more solid. Everything was becoming more… there. There was a slight pulling sensation and things became lighter.
"I think we're waking up" He said before the scene disappeared entirely and his eyes fluttered open.
TBC...