Disclaimer:I do not own anything from Harry Potter (although, I wish I do own them). All characters are created and owned by J.K Rowling. However, I ownBrewing a Lifetime.

Summary:How anger and loathing evolve into something magical,ana affection, a love that may lead to a lifelong partnership- or maybe bonding. Warning: slash on the later chapters.

Author's Note: Please Read and Review. Thanks.

Brewing A Lifetime

Chapter One: Befriending the Enemy

His thoughts were wandering as he waited for the Potions master to return, his silvery gray eyes fixed upon a boy seated a few rows in front of him. Draco shifted in his seat; still eyeing the same person as if hoping the other would look his way. Comparing to his platinum-blonde, well combed hair, the other boy has an unruly dark hair that fell on his forehead, framing his melancholy green eyes. He had a boyish smile on his face, and his well toned chest was rising and falling evenly from laughing.

'I wish I could touch those muscles.' Draco thought.

Draco's dreamy gaze continued as thoughts about him and Harry entered his mind. He imagined himself tracing the outline of his face and planting soft kisses on him. He lingered on this thoughts for a moment and felt his stomach flutter, he then snapped his head down to look away from Harry and avert his imagination, hiding the blush that had crept onto his face. He straightened himself and panicked when he saw the bulge in his trouser. Harry's effects on him is way different from a simple crush basing to how his body reacts.

Snape entered the room with his cloak billowing out behind him. Draco was brought back to his senses as the door to the dungeons closed.

"You will be working in pairs today. Longbottom and Lovegood, Parkinson and Granger, Zabini with Weasel and Malfoy Potter. Turn to page 100; you will be making the Veritaserum. Gather your ingredients and start immediately."

Draco's thoughts raced when he heard he would be working with Potter. His previous thoughts and his body's reaction placed him in an unusual predicament. Before he left his seat, he convinced himself that Harry's presence and the fact that they'll be working together would not make him feel awkward.

"Malfoy, would you mind moving over?" Harry sneered at Draco.

Draco moved to make space on the bench for Harry. He stiffened when Harry's thigh came into contact with his, heat began rising again and he can feel his cheeks turning red. He moved further away from Harry and crossed his legs quickly, praying that Harry hadn't noticed what he needs to conceal.

Harry looked at him, allowing the bewilderment to show on his face. Then he slowly grinned mischievously.

"Are you ok Malfoy? You seem a little tensed? Am I that irresistible for you?"

Harry the put his hand on Draco's knee.

Draco's eyes widened and jerked his knee away.

"Mind your own business Potter! And keep your hands to yourself!"

Harry sighed and looked at Malfoy curiously.

"Can't we at least be civil to each other Malfoy? I mean, it's obvious you don't exactly hate me," Harry smirked, then looked away.

"We'll be paired 'till the end of the year, so how about let's at least make a truce not to kill each other."

Draco stared intently at Harry and said..

"I don't think that's possible. Although, if you hadn't denied my friendship in the first place, none of this would have happened."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest sulkily, and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You mean you still want to be my friend Malfoy?"

Draco averted his gaze sharply before he replied.

"I never said that. It's you who suggested it; maybe you're the one who wants to be my friend."

Harry laughed shortly, and then stopped himself when realization hit him that this was Malfoy he was dealing with.

"Come on Draco, truce?" He held out his hand expectantly, and then sighed when Draco didn't respond.

"Just shake the bloody hand, Malfoy."

Draco slowly turned in his seat and raised his hand hesitantly. Harry reached forward with his own hand and grasped Draco's, causing the latter to swallow nervously as he felt a lump on his throat.

"There, it's not that hard is it?" Harry said, and held onto Draco's hand a little longer, noticing how smooth and warm it was. He felt heat rise to his face, and they both locked their gazes on each other, before quickly snatching their hands back and turning to the cauldron in front of them.

Neither of them noticed the pair eyes trained in on them from the other side of the room, as they began to work on the potion, being awkwardly nice to each other. Hermione studied Harry's face with a confused expression on her face.

Hermione pondered on what she saw. She had known Harry for years, and she knows when he is flirting, exactly like what he is doing now. She also knew that Harry had hated Malfoy since the beginning of school so why on earth would he flirt with him. Besides he isn't gay, or is he?

After a while, Harry and Draco had gotten past the awkward phase and were discussing quidditch like friends would while doing their concoction, when Hermione walked past them on her way to get more ingredients.

"Harry, can I have a word with you?"

"Sure Mione." Harry slid out of his seat glancing at Draco while the other boy just nodded.

They walked towards the corner of the room before Hermione began asking,

"What's with you and Malfoy?"

Harry looked at her with a questioning look before he replied,

"Nothing, we were paired together, so I have to work with him." He looked at Draco while talking with Hermione.

"Answer me seriously Harry."

"We kind of made a truce since we'll be working til the end of the term. Might as well befriend him rather than send curses at each other. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Well it looks like more than a truce to me. Harry, I thought you hated him. I mean, he's a death eater's son, don't you think he might be trying to trick you?"

"You're over reacting Hermione. We're just working."

and with that Harry left her to join Draco.

Hermione went back to her table with Pansy while Ron followed her with his gaze.

"What's the matter Granger? Are you afraid that Potter might actually like Draco?"

"Shut up Parkinson. Harry's not even gay. He doesn't even like him as a friend, how could he have an interest with that Malfoy git?"

"Oh come on Granger! I thought you were little miss know-it-all! Potter is gay. If you haven't realized that then you're not as smart as I thought you were."

Pansy gave Hermione a skeptic look before continuing with their potion.

Hermione glanced nervously in Harry's direction. He was talking animatedly with Draco, who looked as though he was enjoying himself immensely.

'He's not gay! He would have told us or at least I think he would have.' Hermione thought before concentration on her cauldron.

Moments later, the bell rang and all the students except Harry and Draco filed out of the dungeons, Ron and Hermione paused before their table to wait for Harry, who then told them to wait outside. Harry had managed to split open his worn out bag that all his belongings had spilled out onto the floor. Harry and Draco had both dived down at the same time, gathering the items, until Harry accidentally got hold of Draco's hand. Draco jerked his hand away and stood up, bumping his head on the desk above him.

"Ow! Ouch! Err. I'll just leave."

Draco started towards the door, when Harry lunged out to grab him by the arm. Harry felt an electricity ran over his body at touch of Draco's arm and quickly let go.

Along the corridor, Hermione was becoming frantic.

"What's taking Harry so long? Did Malfoy jinx him? Should I look for him?"

Panicked thoughts were running through Hermione's head. Ron noticed the flustered look on her face and tried to divert Hermione's attention. As she was about to turn to her boyfriend and ask him to go look for Harry, her lips were captured by Ron's wanting mouth. She tried to push him away, but then she melted in his sweet kisses and soon forgot about Harry.

Draco had turned to look at Harry, with his other hand on the door knob.

"So Draco, um, would you like to.. I mean, if you want we could.. um.."

He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated and embarrassed.

"Would you mind finishing your sentence today? Obviously you don't need food to survive, but I'm quite hungry and would like something to eat soon. I'd rather not have to wait until tomorrow, so if you could just.." He was cut short by Harry..

"wouldyouwannagoutwitheme?

Draco blinked and stared at him before saying sarcastically, "Sorry Potter, but I don't speak gibberish." He then started to leave but Harry spoke again.

"I...I...I was just wondering, if, if...maybe you wanted to.."

Draco sighed loudly but at the back of his mind he was hoping that he was right in thinking that Harry was about to ask him out.

"Just tell me when you've found out how to speak normally alright I'll be in the great hall if you need me."

'Please please finish your sentence Harry. Please.' He pretended to walk away when Harry finally blurted out what he was trying to say.

"Make out, I mean, go out with me! That is if you want to.." He finished lamely, his voice tailing softly.

Harry stayed rooted to where he was standing, still waiting for Draco's answer. The seconds seemed like hours to Harry, and the painful silence seemed to go on for ages. He didn't have the courage to look at him, afraid of the same rejection he had given to Draco in first year.

Draco seemed frozen from where he was standing too. He seemed so dumbfounded with what he heard that he can't seem to process what Harry had just asked him.

'Did He just ask me to make out with him? Or was that just a mix up of words? Either way I have to give him a reply, otherwise he might think I am not interested..'

"Are you asking me out Harry?"

Harry nodded while hoping that Draco would agree.

"Meet me at the entrance hall at eleven on Saturday."

He said it quickly then rushed out of the classroom all flustered, leaving Harry alone.

Harry smile widely, and picked up his bag, before walking confidently out of the dungeons.