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Okay so the first chapter of what I hope will be an interesting story! Please review if you think I should go on!

It was a Thursday afternoon, early June at Hogwarts. This particular afternoon found Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years in potions. To the respective houses the minutes dragged by, each second felt like an ice age, they still had another forty minutes to go. They were brewing a simple sleeping draught that they had mastered in first year. All the students wanted to do was be outside, the Scottish weather had finally brightened up for once.

Even the two rivals, Malfroy and Potter, were tolerating each other today so no entertainment. Most students were ready to kill themselves just to get out of that classroom. It was hard to find entertainment.

"Hey, Harry." Ron. "Fancy a bit of flying after Potions?" that was a blissful thought, potions ending. Harry could already feel the wind on his face as he climbed higher in search of the snitch, the golden ball leading him through loops and dives. Ron would be there just a friendly game, they could probably get Seamus interested and dean if they could find him. Things could be looking up.

Harry decided to share his idea maybe Ron would know who else to gather. "Yeah mate, we cou-"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for talking when we should be working." Damn Snape. He could have let them talk, they were doing the work. Plus he had never actually said not to talk. It was completely unfair and Harry's life summed up.

The odd thing was not even a snicker from the Slytherin side of the room, not even a sneer. They must be as bored as the Gryfindorks then, Harry thought. He carried on with his work. Snape continued to loom down on them all.

The silence that descended was broken a few minutes later by a rather loud crash coming from directly above them. The sound seemed to vibrate through them in the small dungeon, startling many of the students. Snape looked murderous. He opened his mouth, in all likeliness to curse peeves.

That was as far as he got. Neville let out a little squeak as it happened. His cauldron exploded with a thunderous bang sending foul smelling green liquid to the neighboring desks. Most the desks were empty, Snape now made Neville work at the back because of his history. Those occupied had seen the green froth spill over the edge in the precious seconds before-hand and had dived to cover. There were only two students that hadn't foreseen the accident, a Mr. Harry James Potter and a Mr. Draco Lucius Malfroy. Both had been more interested in the curses about to spew from their professor's mouth.

That was why they were covered head to toe in the failed potion. It seemed Neville had not only made the cauldron explode but added something that changed the potion immensely as it was no longer the pale yellow sleeping drought. God only knows what it is.

Two said boys spun round after being hit, both struggling to keep their fiery temper under control as rage crackled to the surface. Harry was the first to draw his wand, Neville was his friend so it wouldn't do to permanently immobilize him maybe a nice stinging hex.

He was stopped short when the cold hard voice rand across the stone room. "Five points from Gryffindor for drawing a wand in my lesson, Mr. Potter. Now you will listen, all of you. That potion has unknown effects and it would do you good to avoid it. Mr. Malfroy and Mr. Potter will go to the hospital wing and the rest of you are dismissed." Snape. His words were followed by whoops of joy, people packed their bags and practically flew out the door to the sunny grounds beyond. The two that were left, Harry and Draco, looked absolutely crestfallen. Both were thing of ways around going to the hospital wing, knowing it was futile. They began their journey together.

"I'm going to kill Longbottom!" Malfroy was the first to talk, AND Harry couldn't believe it. The blonde had been nothing but hostile towards him and now he wanted to talk? That was a warning in itself but Harry chose to ignore it as right now revenge was the most important thing.

"Don't kill him, he's my friend. If you want revenge you should curse him with me, you can only kill him once while you can curse him over and over again. Be much more fun." Draco looked surprised at Harry's words and he wondered if he should have just kept quiet, even after years of trying to read his emotions trying to figure out whether to draw his wand the bot was still hard to read.

"How very Slytherin of you Potter." Draco. That was an insult, it had to be. But Harry didn't act on it, Draco was in Slytherin he probably thought of it as a compliment. And Harry was enjoying the conversation. Or it could be a jab trying to get him worked up Harry mused. So jab back!

"The hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, I assume that's why then." It was said as an offhand comment, but Harry knew it would intrigue or annoy the boy. They were nearly at the Hospital wing now, Harry couldn't feel any effects of the mystery potion so he still didn't see why they had to go.

"That's a lie if ever I heard one Potter." They cut off their conversation as they approached the Hospital Wing doors, les Madam Pomfrey think they were best friends now. Pushing open the carved wooden doors Harry let the blonde take the lead.

"Madam Pomfrey, Professor Snape sent us, potions accident. He said to check for any possible side effects." The blonde's superior tone echoed throughout the room, attracting a worried looking medi-witch as it went.

Looking at the two you wouldn't have believed anything wrong, it was the thick acid green liquid that gave it away. The boys stood there drenched to the skin in it, clumps in their hair, smears in the places they walked. To the witch that was the first thing to do, remove the potion.

A flick of her wrist and the potion was gone, the two boys dry as a bone. She seated them on a bed before disappearing into her office to get the boys' files.

She was only gone a moment, in that moment a lot of things changed. The effects kicked in. as Madam Pomfrey, Medi-witch of Hogwarts walked out of her office she was greeted with a very strange sight. The two boys were tangled in a passionate embrace; Harry shoved against the headboard Draco holding him there. Their lips were firmly locked together, mouths open to welcome the other in. this was not something the medi-witch expected. Or something she knew how to fix.

Basic sleeping drought mark three – When administered the subject will have to wait twenty minutes before the potion is able to kick in. This is why the potion isn't widely used. The sleep time varies from person to person and has no antidote to date however not much research has been done. Mark three is often used to portray death as it can last for months, we recommend you do not take this potion as better versions have been made. It is taught to many as it is a prime example of potions theory.

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