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Walking into the library was significantly easier than walking into class. It was mostly empty apart from a few ravenclaws and they were too interested in their studies to be bothered by Harry and Malfoys predicament.

They perused the isles of the library until they found the section on bonds, Malfoy used some kind of modified finding spell to specify potion-induced bonds. Only two books fly towards him and he shoves both of them at Harry before dragging him to the restricted section of the library.

As eighth years they had full access to the restricted section, but Harry hadn’t really taken advantage of the fact before but Hermione had spent several minutes ranting about all the new information she could access. It didn’t take Harry long to be bored of it, but Ron never tires of listening to his girlfriend talk regardless of the topic.

He left shortly after they started snogging.

He wrinkles his nose at the memory, making Malfoy give him a funny look.

Malfoy casts the modified spell again, this time only receiving one book. Old and dusty bound with something that was obviously animal skin, but doesn’t seem like leather. When Malfoy tried to pass that one onto Harry he pulled his hand out of Malfoys before they both collapse in pain and scramble back towards each other.

“What the fuck, Potter?” Malfoy asks trying to catch his breath, “You could’ve used your words.”

“It’s gross,” Harry makes a noise he knows could be interpreted as a whine and winces.

Malfoy gives him an odd look before standing up and pulling Harry with him.

***

When they find an empty table, Draco hands Potter one of the books they got, and opens the book they got from the restricted section himself. But not before inspecting the material the book is made of.

It had an uneven color, pale in some places darker in others and rough. He casts an identifying charm on it and realizes it is leather. Only its subjected to a variety of processes making it more susceptible to holding magic, curses, and secrets, but as far as Draco can tell its relatively uncursed. The only magic its holds is the typical Anti-Curling, Water Resistance, and Dust repellent charms most books have.

He opens it up and realizes its a journal. Whoever wrote it had to have been crazy too. The writing is in a cramped but neat script.

The writer starts by speaking nonsense, but eventually, some semblance of sense appeared up, speaking about a ‘Match Making’ potion that would connect two people with a ‘Fiery chemistry.’ It almost made Draco give up on the book because he and Potter obviously didn’t have any chemistry, especially nothing that could be considered ‘Fiery’, but he continued reading anyway not wanting to rule anything out.

Before anything understandably the author goes off on a tangent on werewolves. They seem to have very strong opinions regarding werewolves. None of them good. Going so far as to call them Flea-Fuckers. It seems completely unrelated, but Draco reads it anyway with Harry in mind.

It said the potion would have strange effects on any werewolf that ended up being connected to any non-creature. The potion is designed to out the werewolf under the effect. Heightening their instincts and wolfish features, giving them strong feelings of possessiveness of the person they end up connected to, but then the author loses their string of sanity again and dives into nonsense once again.

Draco ignores it because, Potter hadn’t been any more wolfey than usual, and certainly hasn’t been possessive.

There are two more pages of completely incomprehensible information before the ingredients page.

It is the potion they had made, ingredient per ingredient. Except one. They never added pearl dust? He nudges Potter and turns the book to face him. Potter was squinting at the page of his own book.

“I don’t think my book is made for someone with my potions skills.” He shows the book with the complicated diagram of dismembering a baby crup.

“Merlin thats horrible, put that down.” Draco shielded his eyes dramatically, “I found the potion… Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“We didn’t use one of the ingredients,” Draco explains.

Potter peers at the book, “Did you use your own cauldron,”

“No, I didn’t feel like taking it out,”

“Whoever used the class one last time, didn't clean it out.

Draco frowned, muttering about the stupid fucking sixth years.

“Well, what does the potion do anyway?” Potter asks, invading Malfoys personal space more then necessary to get a quick look at the book.

“Connects people with chemistry,” Draco says, setting the book on the table and leaning back in his chair.

Potter starts to reach for the book to look through for himself, when Draco leans a little too far back and starts to fall, Potter stops mid-reach and catches Malfoy with the same hand, he barely acknowledges the reflexes before returning to reach for the book.

He starts from where Draco left off, but when he turns to the next page, the author must be being crazy again because he laughs before setting it down.

Draco, still shaken from almost hitting his head on the ground, just sits there and watches. He tries to shake it off and sends the books they no longer need back to their places on the shelves.

The bell goes off and Draco shoves the journal in his bag.

The next class they have is Music and Draco is not excited.

“Where are we going anyway?” Potter asks, looking around.

“The music room is near charms,” Draco explains taking a left.

They enter the room and Potter gawks.

The music room is large with fantastic acoustics with instruments spread evenly about the room each in their own silencing squares. He guides Potter to his own square where the piano sat.

“I have never seen an instrument like that.” Potter points at a large ludo mentis rubeta, an instrument with a hollow inside that makes an eerie croaking sound when played.

“Sit,” Draco says, ignoring him and dragging him to the piano bench.

He realizes he can’t play with his hand in Potters so after a few moments of consideration, he places Potters hand on his thigh and starts to play.

He plays some of the Debussy by Clair de Lune and when he looks over at Potter thinking he’d be bored hes watching with wonder.

***

Harry watches Malfoys hands fly across the keys in a nimble dance, he’s never heard the song in his life and he was never one for classical music, but the song is beautiful. When Malfoy looks over at him it was like he expected him to be bored but Harry quickly realized he would never be bored of watching Malfoy play.

He nods in a way he hopes is encouraging, but Malfoy stops playing anyway.

“Would you like to learn?” Malfoy asks nervously.

Harry blinks before nodding and Draco takes his hands and places them on the piano starting with Hot Cross buns, he plays the toon himself before gesturing for Harry to try to guide him.

He hits a key too hard and Draco says quietly, “Gently.”

Harry plays the note again this time with less force and the outcome almost sounds like the song.

Draco smiles, “Good job.”

Harry is shocked by how proud it really makes him to have succeeded.

“Now we’re going to try something a little longer.

Harry notices how warm Dracos hands are as he guides him in a significantly less fluid attempt at the song. Draco hums along with the song as he guides Harrys hands from place to place and Harry can’t help but be perplexed.

Draco is a surprisingly gentle teacher and Harry picked it up relatively quickly.

He learned both of the new songs but still found he much preferred watching Draco. Harry had a surprisingly good time in the class up until a paper ball hit the back of Draco's head interrupting his playing for a moment before he resumed.

At first, he thought it was an accident. Just two students goofing around and going a little too far, but then three more balls thudded into Dracos back.

Harry kept his hand on Dracos shoulder and turned around to glare at the perpetrators.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry called out waving away all of the silencing spells in the area.

Dracos eyes widened with what seemed to be realization. But Harry really didn’t care all that much. His teeth felt too big for his mouth and his voice felt deeper than usual.

***

Draco quickly realized what was happening. He needed to stop Potter before he grew a tail or something.

“Potter its okay,” Draco says trying his best to calm him down, but Harrys grip on his shoulder only tightened.

“He’s a deatheater,” The offending Gryffindores say, and Potter releases an actual growl.

The windows of the room start to shake, and Draco really starts to get nervous.

“Potter. Sit your ass down,”

“He’s not a death eater.”

“He has the dark mark doesn’t he?” They respond now seeming shaky and nervous.

Harry starts to move forward.

“Harry.” Draco finally says sternly, snapping him out of it.

When he turns his gaze to Malfoy his eyes are dilated and he sits down and buries his face in Dracos neck making Draco freeze and give him a concerned look.

All of the silencing barriers magically go up again and not knowing what else to do Draco goes back to playing until Harrys body relaxes. He doesn’t hum for fear of how shaky his voice will come out.

“Are you okay,” Draco asks, eventually not pausing playing but softening the notes.

“What the fuck just happened.” Harry's voice was both muffled and he was speaking with a slight lisp.

“I didn’t think it would happen,” Draco says, “The book said it would have some effects on werewolves, but you weren’t showing any signs so I thought it wouldn’t happen.”

Harry nuzzles further into Dracos shoulder, “What were the effects.”

He pauses playing and pulls the book out of the bag.

“I still don't want to touch that,”

“It’s just leather,”

“I have never seen leather look like that,” But still he turns his head and reads the page with the information, wincing at all of the prejudice sprinkled throughout.

Draco goes back to playing while Harry reads.

“This asshat was crazy,” Harry said after a while.

“No shit.”