Author's Note: This is the beginning to a mini-series of pink potion disasters. I'd like to thank a good friend of mine, Blue Rose (spittingllama7856) for this silly idea. She has a couple pink-themed fics as well featuring Draco and Harry. Go check them out!

Then It Didn't Matter: s/12549569/30/A-collection-of-one-shots-for-The-Houses-Competition

Some Things Never Change: s/12549569/28/A-collection-of-one-shots-for-The-Houses-Competition

Rated: K

Genre: Humor

Summary: Accidents are common to come by when brewing potions.

Dedication: Blue Rose

Pink Potion Disasters

Chapter 1: Candy Floss Clouds

The parchment he just received simply said: Very clever. Harry Potter knew the immaculate cursive was Draco Malfoy's on first glance, hence why he hid behind the bed's drapes before dinner to read it. He blushed slightly, trailing a finger over the letters as he remembered his final class that day: Potions.

.oOo.

Draco and Harry were reluctant partners tasked to brew a potion that needed to be a pink tinge upon its completion. The two worked in a mostly tense silence aside from Draco's huffs and occasional snide remarks. Harry learned that agitating the blond was quite amusing to him, especially in this particular class.

Their potion was almost finished, it just needed to simmer for a minute. Harry picked up a vial of pink liquid and uncorked it, giving it a sniff. Draco immediately reached for it.

"What are you doing? It's not ready for that yet!" Draco glared at Harry when he pulled away from his outstretched hand.

"Lighten up, I'm not doing anything... yet," Harry had snapped back.

Draco gave him a raised brow. "Yet? You decide now when we've nearly finished to do something?"

"I've helped plenty," Harry retorted.

"By almost over stirring and blowing us up like your Griffin-git over there?" Draco jerked his blond head in the direction of Seamus' disastrous station.

Harry smirked, looking back to Draco. "Drat, you've foiled my plan to off you with my one extra stir."

Draco rolled his eyes and reached for the vial again, but Harry ducked under his arm to now stand beside the cauldron. Harry loosely held it over their assignment as Draco turned around.

"I think it's time now," Harry teased. "It's starting to bubble. It needs three-no, four drops, right?"

He felt a firm hand close over his own. Silver eyes bore into him with such intensity Harry couldn't look away from their beauty. He felt his face flush from the contact.

"Let go, Potter," Draco hissed.

The blond yanked the vial from Harry right as he released it. "Okay."

A lot quickly happened. Draco lunged forward in an attempt to catch the falling vial; instead he got a face full of bright pink smoke in his face. Harry let out a loud laugh at the sight before quickly slipping into the cluster of students leaving the class. Snape stormed over to their station to investigate.

"Detention, Potter!"

.oOo.

Harry smiled, tucked the letter under his pillow, and left the dorm. The hand Draco touched felt oddly warm, but he ignored it. He supposed he couldn't hide forever, and exited the portrait alone as he found himself daydreaming about silvery eyes glaring at him and the slender, pale hand grabbing his.

He didn't make it to the next flight of stairs before plowing right into Draco; hair now very pink. Harry stifled a bubbling laugh.

"You think this is cute?" Draco snarled, gesturing to his head.

"Quite, actually," Harry said with a smirk.

Originally Written For:

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