Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.

Warning: SLASH...yummy

A/N: Welcome to the slash side of my brain. This is Love, By Accident, my first, and certainly not last, Harry/Draco story. If you like I'll encourage you to take a look at 'On You're Knees, Potter, my one shot that turned into a three shot. Anyway, enjoy, and this story is completed.

Love, By Accident: Potions

"Morning," Harry mumbled, taking a seat with his dorm mates. Neville, Dean, and Seamus all stifled laughter at his approach.

"Morning Harry," Seamus sniggered, "Sleep well?" At this all three of them broke into mad fits of laughter.

Harry raised an eyebrow and turned to Ginny who was across the table from him. She shrugged, "I'm at a loss as well."

Dean was the first to compose himself...but not for long. "You know Harry," he gasped, "It wouldn't hurt to use a silencing charm on your bed at night." this got them all going again.

Harry looked confused, still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Ahem," Ginny cleared her throat and Harry looked over at her. "Gryffindor played the Slytherins yesterday, and now these guys are telling you to use a silencing charm. I think, a certain blonde seeker got Harry off in his dreams last night, am I right?"

Seamus fell off the bench. "I'm right." Ginny assured herself, nodding.

Harry was blushing. He was openly gay with the Gryffindors, they all accepted him, and his close friends knew the boy he fancied in school. Of course it took some getting used to, some people even choose not to acknowledge him after he came out, but when it came to the guys in his dorm, they just loved to tease Harry about his sexual preference.

A couple of months after Sirius died, Harry had decided to tell his house. It was a great shock to everyone. Hermione and Ron were put off by it, but tried to stay true to Harry. Ginny was the only one who really seemed indifferent. At first, everyone treated him like he was dying, or a child. They talked to him in soothing tones, and eventually he just told them to stop. Then, he told Ginny, Hermione, and Ron, who he had a crush on. That was the end of it for his best friends. They stopped talking to him; Ron started sleeping in his Prefect room. They avoided contact at all cost.

In the beginning, Ginny seemed to be the only one Harry could turn to. So now the pair were close. Eventually he had to tell his dorm the reason for the sudden destruction of his and Ron's friendship. None of them took it badly, they were all rather amused.

Proven this morning.

"You have no idea Ginny," Neville managed through laughs. "It was so bloody funny."

Harry was now blushing a deep crimson, remembering his dream. Ginny tried not to smile as she spoke to him. "Aw, Harry, c'mon, it couldn't be that bad," the others laughed harder.

"I'm going," Harry got up and made his way to the doors of the great hall, passing Hermione and Ron at the other end as he did so.

"Harry," Dean Seamus and Neville called after him. "We're sorry we didn't-"

"Just shut up," Ginny hissed, "Before the whole school hears you." She got up and went after Harry.

He'd made it to the door when she grabbed his robes. "Not now Gin, I just want to be alone." Harry told her turning around.

"Harry," she smiled, "It's all in good fun, you know that."

"I know," his eyes wandered around the hall, catching on the image of one of the Slytherins. "It's just hard, not..." he kept his gaze where it was as his voice trailed off.

Ginny looked over to where Harry's eyes were. "Not knowing if Draco will ever or could ever feel the same," she finished. "I'm sorry Harry, I know this must be hard for you. I'll tell the guys to lay off."

"No," Harry looked back at her, "I just need to start using silencing charms." He smiled and Ginny followed in suite.

"Ginny," a voice came from behind them. Ron and Hermione were standing there, "Can you and your friend please move, you're blocking the exit." Ron asked coldly.

Ginny rolled her eyes and her and Harry walked back to the table.

"We're sorry mate," Neville said as they took their seats in potions that morning.

"Don't be, I'm just having a bad...life," Harry said.

Snape walked in and gave instructions, then assigned partners. "Weasley...Goyle. Longbottom...Zabini. Granger...Crabbe..." Harry drifted off until his name was called. "Potter...Malfoy," Snape smirked at giving this particular pair. "Now get to work." and he went into his office.

Neville went to sit with Blaise, and Draco, somewhat reluctantly, walked over to take his seat. "Potter," he spat, glaring at Harry.

"This would work a lot better if we could just start the bloody potion," Harry said, not wanting to start bickering with his 'enemy'.

"Fine, get the ingredients and I'll brew it, because Merlin knows you'll screw it up." Draco put his feet on the desk as Harry went to the ingredient table.

"Potter, stop bloody staring at me," Draco hissed a few minutes later as he began to prepare the potion.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, putting his head down on the desk. Draco looked over, confused yet intrigued. The Gryffindor was yet to insult him; actually, it had been awhile since Harry and Draco had gotten into a good quarrel.

Deciding to use the potion Snape was having the class brew, a truth cerium, part of the N.E.W.T.S requirement course, to find out what was eating away at Harry's soul, Draco worked faster.

"Wake up," Draco said, Harry lifted his head, "Drink this," the blonde shoved a vial of the potion in his face.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"So we can see if it works you git, you want to pass, don't you?"

"I don't know-"

"Just drink it, before I force it upon you."

Harry drank the contents of the potion.

Draco watched as his eyelids got heavy, and he seemed to relax a bit more. "Alright," he said, "We'll start easy, name?"

"Harry James Potter."

"Enemy?"

"Voldemort."

"Worst fear?"

"That you won't love me."

Draco blinked several times. His brain didn't want to comprehend the words. He shook himself out of it and instinctively cast a silencing charm around them. "What was that, Potter?"

"I'm afraid that you won't love me. Now, or ever."

"Do you love me?" Draco asked, shocked.

"Yes." was the simple reply.

"Are you bi Harry?"

"No, just plain old gay."

Draco rubbed a hand over his eyes, "How long have you...felt this way about me?"

"Well I came out to the Gryffindors last year, which was sort of when I started liking you. But I didn't tell anyone until the beginning of this year. That's when Ron and Hermione stopped talking to me."

So it was true, Draco thought, the 'famous trio' did split up. "Anything else?" Harry asked, "Because Snape just walked in."

Draco looked up and took off the charm. "The-uh-the potion'll wear off in a little bit. Just try to....avoid contact with anyone," he stuttered as class ended. Harry nodded placing a vial of the cerium on Snape's desk.