Drarry - it's all different now

5. Potions

Harry's p.o.v.

I sit down next to Malfoys seat while he is already gone to grab the ingredients.

I grab my textbook and look at the difficult recipe.

Maybe it's good that Malfoy is my partner. I would have never finished this potion succesfully if I was working with Ron.

Malfoy comes back with his arms full of ingredients and I help him put everything on the table without letting anything fall.

When I grab one of the last bottles from his arms my fingers brush his slightly and a shiver runs down my spine.

I quickly put the bottle on the table as Malfoy does the same. We sit down and start working on the potion. Malfoy often corrects me when I do something wrong, but in a nice way. He doesn't sneer at me.

I start to notice how close Malfoy and I are. I can see the small sweat droplets on his forehead and a strand of hair has fallen down and is now loosely hanging in his face. I get a weird feeling in my stomach from being so close to him.

Ohh Merlins pants, I know that feeling.

"Potter! Pay attention!"

"Ohh yeah sorry."

"Grind up the Occamy eggshell."

"Okay"

And so the lesson went on. Malfoy commanding me what to do, mostly cutting the ingredients, and then me doing it, while Malfoy added the ingredients to the potion and stirred it.

In the end of the lesson we had made a decent potion. It wasn't the exact collor that it was supposed to be, but it wasn't bad either.

As soon as Slughorn dismisses the class I stand up and go to find Ron. I can't stand to be near Malfoy any minute longer. Not with these weird feelings I get when I'm near him.

Later that day I think back to the lesson and think that probably I just felt weird because of the heat of the cauldron and that the feeling had nothing to do with the slytherin boy.

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The week went on with more boring classes and even more boring homework.

It was finally Thursday and almost weekend. I only have to finish one more essay from Potions for tomorrow and then I'm done.

It is quiet late already. Both Neville and Blaise are already asleep. It seems as to they have kind of become friends. They just have normal conversations together, at least they talk more than Malfoy and I. But I'm glad Malfoy and I are at least civil to each other. It is certainly a lot better than it has been before.

I'm sitting on my bed trying to find more things to write in my essay, but I can't come up with any.

Then Malfoy walks in the room. Malfoy is good at potions. He's is probably the best in our year, even better then Hermione.

"Potter" he nods to me.

"Malfoy." I greet him politely. Then I decide to just ask him. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." He says, but not with the sneer I got used to from other years at Hogwarts, more like teasing me.

He smiles with a mischievous glint in his grey eyes.

I return his smile

"Well I'm gonna ask you another question."

"Okay, for this one time you have my permission to ask two questions." He replies.

"Have you finished you potions essay yet?"

"Yes I did it yesterday, why?"

"Can you help me with mine?"

But I regret asking it already. He probably doesn't want to help, he just came here to sleep and now I want to keep him awake.

Well it is not that we both sleep al lot. There hasn't been a night that one of us didn't wake the whole room when having a nightmare. We all agreed to not talk about that with others.

But to my surprise Malfoy answered with; "You realise you just asked me three questions?" He says teasingly. "But yes okay, why not? Maybe you will be less hopeless at potions with my help."

"I hope you're a better teacher than Hermione then."

He smirkes, walkes towards my bed and sits down next to me.

Really close next to me...

I try not to focus on that and actually pay attention to what he is saying.

To my surprise Draco really helped with the potions essay. It was done in no time. And because we both didn't want to go to sleep, he agreed to tutor me some more. He is really a better teacher then Hermione. I never understood half of what she was saying, but Malfoy explains everything very clearly.

We're sitting on my bed next to each other with a potions book half on my and half on his leg. We are sitting very close together and I get a weird feeling in my stomach again. I really try not to think about it, because I am actually very comfortable here right now.

We keep on studying for a while and I can feel my eyes getting heavier every minute.

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I feel myself waking up slowly, but I decide to keep my eyes shut for some time longer. Then I hear voices.

"Hey Neville" I recognise the voice as Zabini's. "have you seen Draco? He's not in his bed."

"No haven't seen him. Maybe he is already downstairs?" Neville answers.

"His bed doesn't look like he slept in it." Zabini states.

I suddenly become aware of the warm pressure on my body as that pressure shifts. Last night comes flooding back at me and I realise that the pressure is actually a body. A body from a certain Slytherin whose eyes are opening slowly. Tired grey eyes looking into my green ones. And then, when he realises exactly where he is, he jumps up from the bed.

Blaise and Neville, who were standing in the middle of the room, are staring at us in shock.

Then Blaise's shocked face turns into a smirk. I have no idea why.

"W-what w-were you doing?" Stammered Neville.

"Euhhh, we fell asleep when Malfoy was helping me with potions last night, I guess." I say.

"Ohh, okay. At least you didn't wake us up this night. It is the first proper night sleep I've got since being back here at Hogwarts." Neville says.

And what he says is true. Malfoy and I both didn't have a nightmare...