Enemies with benifits..Or more

"Malfoy- really?"

Third person POV

   Harry remembered in their sixth year Snape had them make this potion. It was hard to make but he managed with the half-blood princes notes on the potion. As Draco was getting the instruction of cutting the sopophorous bean harry quickly stopped him.

   "What do you think your doing."  Draco snapped at Harry in a hiss like whisper.

   Harry had reached forward leaning over the table slightly, nearly knocking over a vile, he gripped tightly on Draco's rob sleeve. Before getting the chance to explain his grip Draco ripped his arm away from Harry's hand and went back to his work.

   "Crush it."  Harry quietly told Draco as he leaned forward know spilling the vile of clear green liquid onto the table.

   "Wha-no. It says to cut." Draco rebutted

   "Yes, but crushing it will help the bean to release more juices into the potion."  Harry leaned back to stand properly on his feat ounce again and shrugged slightly as he spoke.

"And how do you know that."

"In sixth year when we made this potion before, I did that on accident and it worked out better then cutting."

"As if." Draco snapped and pushed his arms forward to pull his sleeves up a little.

"It's true though." Harry knew exactly what would make him listen. "Plus I got a better grade on that potion then you and I absolutely suck at potions."

With that Draco pauses in his actions then after a minute he turns the knife from where he was about to cut it and presses the side to the sopophorous bean and pressed hard crushing it better then expected. Those things are hard to cut and he crushed it easily. Harry thought to himself before looking back to the instructions. Draco repeated the action with the other side of the knife to be sure it was crushed properly and then scoured some onto the knifes side and dropped it into the pot bearly without a splash.

"Here" Draco picked up the wooden stirring spoon and shoved it into Harry's hands. "You can't mess up stirring. Count properly at least-" he lifted a finger and moved in counter clockwise. "Seven times counter clockwise. Got it." Harry nods easily then begins mixing the potion once-twice-three times counter clockwise as he continuously glanced at Draco reading through the notes. Four-five-six times. He watches Draco push the paper aside and prepare something separate. Seven stirs counter clockwise- and while Draco's distracted Harry follows another note from the half blood prince's book- once clockwise and-

"Done" Harry announces to Draco as he lifts the spoon and placed it aside.

"Good." Draco simply spares a second to look over at Harry through his thick silver blond hair, one gray eyes bearly meeting Harry's and then back to what he's doing. He takes a small dose of the sloths brain we used and swipes it into the vile he's holding. Draco sets the one vile down in a holder then takes another that looks the same he puts the same amount of sloths brain the closes both vile's and shacks them quickly one changing color before the other does. But both ending in a violet red color, fine at the top floating on the liquid.

"What's that- is it for something?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yeah us- take one drink it." Draco pushes one toward Harry.

"I'm not drinking that."

"Why?" Draco has an annoyed face on. He looks almost defeated before Harry sees the angry flint in his eyes. Waiting for a spark to ignite it.

"I don't know what it is." Harry simply states.

Draco roles his eyes, is that really the only reason. Not ME being the one handing it to you. He shoves the vile toward Harry once again.