Grrr16: OK SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A DRACO/HARRY FICTION! SO DON'T BE TOO BITCHY WITH ME.

"Fading"

"Harry Careful with that potion!" hissed Hermione slapping one of Harry's hovering hands away from the gut wrenching potion. Harry watched as the potion began to make gurgling noises as it boiled.

"Sorry Moine." Harry murmured his eyes fell upon the large board, clearly stating the instructions, not one mistake in the perfect writing. A simple blemish of the white chalk would leave the perfection of hand writing in ruins. Obvious to whom the perfect hand writing belonged too, Harry huffed and rolled his eyes in which landed back into his dark green colored potion.

Harry half groaned realizing his potion looked ten times worse than Ron's, at least his best friend had the right color, and the smell wasn't as bad as his. Ron turned to him and gave him a cheeky smile. Harry turned away from Ron, brewing the potion into a thicker substance.

"Alright you insolent Brats, Bring me your potions one by one if you're not done, well for merlin's sake that's too bad!" Sneered Snape, his dark coal eyes landing on Harry's smaller form and found it rather enjoyable the way the little prat squirmed under his gaze.

Snape cleared his throat and made himself back to his desk and stared at the witches and wizards questionably. "Well?"

Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of screeching chairs on the floors and chatters erupting from the student's mouths. One by One each student was to perform a potion that could turn the drinker into anything that came into mind with just one drink of the portion, and the affect lasted for only an hour or so depending how much of the ingredients were brewed In the potion.

Harry stood from his seat and grabbed his small vial of potion, and began making his way towards Snape along with all the other students. Unfortunately for Harry, Draco smirked and directed Blaise and pansy back to harry. Course Blaise being more composed and stabilized, much appreciated the fact That potter never seemed to mind the way Draco teased and bothered potter so much to question if Draco either had a thing for potter or just liked to bug the hell out of the Little Gryffindor.

Rolling his eyes, Blaise followed Draco, towards the gullible Gryffindor, while tighten his grip on his perfect vial of potion, all in while noticing the way harry stiffen when he meet Draco's eyes. Blaise scowled and glared at potter.

"Why didn't potter just tell Draco to sod off? Was potter scared of something? Or was potter just too fucking patient? No…if potter was patient and unafraid of Draco why would potter stiffen and coward away? The golden boy scared of a Malfoy?"

Blaise shook his thoughts away and stared at the adorable Gryffindor, of course no one knew the fact that the slytherin would find a Gryffindor cute? At first Blaise hated to admit the way he began to watch Harry, all of sudden with nothing to have gained the attraction. Blaise found himself watching the way Harry squinted his eyes to see the board, even though he had those dorky glassed that hid away those gorgeous emerald orbs, or the way his slim fingers played with his wand or quill, the way his raven tresses flopped up and down every time he walked to his classes, or giggled at a sudden comment of another Gryffindor. His smell was distinct from others, like a crispy cold smell of vanilla that seemed to be attached to his wonderful pale complexion along with his faire skin, his dark tresses wafting the smell to your direction teasingly.

Although he felt he was the only one watching and observing the 'golden boy's' natural beauty both physical and emotional, he found that he wasn't the only one watching potter closely, Draco had his eyes set on the prize as well, but both being slytherin, their pride would never admit how much Potter seemed to have a huge impact on their cocks.

Harry Looked at Draco and Blaise and took a step back, his brows furrowed worryingly, his grip on the vial seemed to tighten and looked as if he stopped breathing, The smell of the crispy vanilla already familiar to both of them, teasingly circled their minds into an over drive. Draco smirked and grabbed Harry's tie bringing both of their faces only inches apart. The innocent Gryffindor's eyes widen and gulped.

"Hello potty." Draco greeted enjoying the way the smaller prat made futile attempts to get away from the other. Draco sneered and pushed Harry back sending him flying back against his desk and dropped the vial of potion all over his uniform, Draco silently winced when he saw the way Harry's back landed harshly on the corner of table and dug into his back. Harry let out a loud whimper and Granger and Weasly were by his side glaring at both of the slytherins within seconds. Harry had a pained expression on that beautiful face of his that made Draco want to punch himself and kiss the wounds away and Blaise wanting to punch the shit out of Draco and grab the Gryffindor and run out.

Snape who was Obvious to the commotion made his way towards the small group and his eyes landed on his godson and his Godson's future-to-be-wife. Draco knew his vela instincts had kicked in and when he suddenly had an immense attraction towards the raven's smaller being. Harry whimpered again and caught the attention of those around him.

"Are you alright Harry?" Hermione asked gently soothing the injury on his back. Harry Nodded and looked at Malfoy grimly. Draco's smirk faltered something in his head kept telling him to take Harry away from everyone and apologize and make it all up to him, to give him the world, and kiss him, yet he frowned and walked away. The annoy guilt leaving him in the remains of insanity.

Snape knew exactly what was going on and it wasn't good.