Pure Manevolence

A/N Thank you so much for all your reviews! Please keep them coming, they do so make me smile! I know it has been a long time coming, but here is the final chapter! Whoo hoo!



The afternoon passed quickly, and far too soon Harry was despondently making his way to the dungeons for his detention. He shivered as he made his way down the steep steps that led down to Snapes office. When he entered the room, Malfoy was already there, sitting by Snapes desk. Snape was eyeing him curiously.



“Be that as it may Draco, I am afraid you will still have to complete your detention with Potter this evening. That is my final word on this.”



Draco slumped in his seat at this comment and crossed his arms, his gaze lowered. Snape glanced up at Harry and pointed towards the ingredients cupboard.



“The jars are labeled, organise them alphabetically. I wil be back in a few hours.”



With that he shot Draco a look and left the room, his robes swinging behind him. Harry did not want to speak to Draco, or even acknowledge his existence, so he walked to the cupboard and started the long task. Draco didnt move, but stayed slumped in his chair. After about 10 minutes of working alone, Harry turned to Draco and scowled.



“Are you going to help me, or just sit there being a prat?” Harry asked angrily. Draco glared at him. “This was not my fault! I should not be forced to do his menial labour. My father will hear about this!” Draco spat out, his arms folded tightly against his chest.



A bolt of anger punctured Harrys thoughts. He was sick of Dracos elitist attitude and snobbery, he decided to hit him were it would wound most deeply. He took a deep breath and readied himself.



“Oh and will you tell your father how you came to be in detention?” Harry said softly, his eyes focused coldly on the other boy. He watched as Draco froze and the colour drained from his already pale face.



The boys sat in silence for the next few minutes, eventually Draco stood up and came to stand behind Harry.



“Let us get a few things straight Potter.” Draco said, his voice deep and icy. There was no other emotion in Draco\'s voice but pure hatred. Not wishing to be caught in an unarmed position, Harry turned slowly and stood up facing Draco, his hand reaching for his wand.



“I loathe you Potter. My hatred of you runs so deeply that my greatest desire in life is to see you suffer. If you ever speak of what happened the other night, I will kill you.”



Harry looked at Draco in horror. “WHY would I tell anyone you idiot? You think I enjoy this? These... memories that keep floating into my mind reminding me over and over what happened? But it did happen Malfoy, so just deal with it and move on!” Harry was almost yelling now. His unruly temper at a new level of anger. The room was thick with tension as the boys stared each other down. After a minute, Harry turned back to the cupboard and continued working. “Just do some work Malfoy, then you can run back to your room and sulk like the pathetic child you are.” Harry spat out, his back turned to Draco.



He was just about to place a jar back in place when something hard slammed into him from behind. Malfoy wrestled Harry to the ground, punching him scatteringly around his head. Harry, caught by surprise, could do little more than throw his arms protectively over his head.”Malfoy what are you doing! Get off me you idiot!” But Malfoy was overcome with rage and continued his assault. Eventually Harry managed to throw him off and reached for his wand, pointing it at Draco\'s chest. “Dont move Malfoy, I have cursed you before, I will do it again. Both boys were heaving, bloody and torn. “I know you want to kill me, and I cant say I dont feel the same way about you, but you have got to GET OVER IT. Do you think Snape is going to be impressed if he comes down here and the potions arnt sorted and his office has been destroyed? He will give us joint detentions for a year! I know your stupid Malfoy, but cant you just think for once!”



This seemed to calm Malfoy down enough for Harry to feel safe again. He left him and resumed his work on Snapes shelves. After a minute, Draco joined him. They worked silently for a half hour, methodically sorting out the various bottles. But it was too silent for Harry, and like a taunting curse, thoughts of Draco kept appearing in his mind. Despite their mutual hatred, neither boys could deny the intense lust and passion they had felt that night, nor could they forget how good it felt. Harry found himself getting lost in the memories, and too his dismay, he found himself becoming aroused. He edged himself further away from Draco and started on a different shelf, shaking the thoughts from his mind and concentrating on the task at hand. He tried to keep his mind busy by reading the labels and descriptions on each bottle. He had not been doing this for very long when a particular label caught his attention.



Fungi- Aphrodis, it read. A powerful aphrodisiac, enhances sexual appeal and induces a dream- like state. To be used with caution.



Harry was so shocked he almost dropped the bottle containing the small, blue flowers.



“Look what I found!” he exclaimed and tossed the bottle to Malfoy, watching as he read it, his eyes widening in understanding.



“SO this is why! Thank god it wasn\'t of my own free will!” Malfoy slumped with relief. “I can just chalk this up to a terrible experiment with potions, and know that there wasn\'t anything I could have done about it!”



But Harry did not see it quite like this. “It is only an aphrodisiac Malfoy, it did not force you to do anything, there was still an element of free will involved. Remember, there is no such thing as a love potion, so unless someone had you in the imperious curse, then I’m afraid you did it yourself.” Harry hated to admit this, but it was true.



Malfoy glared at him, annoyed at his dismissal of his thought, and even more annoyed at the fact that Potter was probably right. “I suppose you enjoyed it then Potter,” he sneered, “I always thought you must be a fag.”



This angered Harry and drove him to a quick retort. “Firstly, Malfoy, I have always considered myself straight, secondly, I believe it was you who was screaming \'fuck me Potter\' over and over the other night!”



Malfoy opened his mouth to speak but was unable to form any words. Harry\'s anger spurned him on. “And yes, I am man enough to admit that at the time I did enjoy it, but it is just ashame that it had to happen with you.” He calmed himself down. “But it happened, so we need to find a way to deal with it.” Malfoy looked thoughtful for a moment. “We are in a potions lab; there must be something here to erase memories.” He glanced up at the shelves and started rifling through the numerous jars and bottles; Harry mimicked him and started searching a different shelf. It was not long until Harry found a small jar marked ‘Amnesia Potion: To erase memories; Take 5ml for each day you wish to forget.’



“Perfect, we can just take a small drop each and we will never have to think about that disgusting night again.” Malfoy said as he took the jar off Harry and studied the label. Harry found two small vial and measured out the right amount for each of them. The boys took a vial each and stared at the golden liquid. A jumble of confused thought started to seep into Harry’s mind, thought of Draco in his arms, their soft lips pressed together, their groins rubbing against each others. Just the memory alone caused Harry to break out in a sweat, and to his horror he felt a familiar stirring in his loins. It occurred to Harry that perhaps he didn’t want to loose the memory. It was, after all, a very nice memory; it was just the implications surrounding it that was so disastrous. An idea started to form in his mind, if Draco took the potion, it would be like it had never happened, except that Harry would still have the memory and things could go back to how they were, with their normal mutual hatred the only thing connecting them.



He looked up at Draco. “Well here goes then.” He tipped the vial up and pretended to drink the potion, he then quickly slid the vial into his jeans pocket. He looked back toward Draco whose back was turned to him; he turned around, an empty vial in his hands. “I guess we just wait for it too take effect.” He said slowly.



“Yes,” Harry watched him carefully, waiting for any signs of memory loss. Draco was watching him intently too, also waiting. Harry held his breath as he waited for the potion to hit Malfoy. Time ticked by and nothing happened, the boys stood still, watching and waiting for something to happen.



“Has… have you forgotton…it?” Harry stuttered.



“No,” Malfoy answered. He picked up the jar and studied the label. “There is no reason why it shouldn’t work…unless,” he slowly put the jar down and turned to Harry, “you didn’t take it.”



Harry gaped at him, all thoughts having left his mind. He had been caught out; Malfoy would never let him forget this. Then it hit him.



“YOU didn’t take it either!” he pointed an accusing finger at Malfoy, “why would you do that?!” He asked in bewilderment.



Malfoy was blushing furiously, a pained expression on his. He was humiliated at being caught out so easily, he tired to think of a plausible explanation of why he would not take it, but nothing came to him. He could not bring himself to look up and meet those vivid green eyes.



“Why would you do that?” Harry demanded again.



Malfoy sighed and raised his eyes to Harry. “The same reason you didn’t take it I imagine.”



Harry absorbed these words and nodded. He looked into Draco’s eyes. They were void of their usual hatred and anger; instead they looked thoughtful and soft around the edges.



“Look, Harry, we have to take this potion! We hate each other; my life has been hell since it happened.”



Harry frowned. “Well take the damn potion then you git!”



The softness left Draco’s eyes, “Fine, I will!”



Draco turned and refilled his vial, and then looked questioningly at Harry. Harry pulled his still full vial out of his pocket and showed it to Malfoy.



“Good its settled then, we will take it!”



The boys raised the vials to their lips, each keeping an eye on the other. Just before the first drop touched their tongues, they heard a door slam near by.



“Snape!” Harry yelped. He quickly slid the vial back into his pockets, then seeing a bundle of stoppers on the desk, grabbed one and sealed up his vial, and passed one to Draco. Snape returned to his office just as the two young men re-took their places at the shelves, pretending to work.



“Well it seems you haven’t done a very good job”, Snape surveyed his shelves. “But you may go, I have work to do and don’t want you here.”



The boys hurried out of the office and made their way in silence towards their respective dorms.



“Ok, so take it and we won’t have to worry about this anymore.” Draco whispered as they neared the Gryffindor dorm. He grabbed Harry’s arm and swung him around to face him. “You have to take it Potter! Promise me you will take it!”



Harry brushed his hand off and took a step forwards, so that his face was only inches from the Slytherin boys. “I will take it Draco. I do like the memory, but it will cause too many problems too keep. I know my feelings for you, I hate you, and that memory, it’s unsettling because I have all these other feelings for you that come with it, and there far from hatred.” Harry took a deep breath and in a daring move reached down and took Draco’s hand. Draco was too stunned to speak or move, his heart was racing. He understood what Harry was saying, he felt the same.



“Perhaps in another world, another lifetime we could have been friends. But we are here and now, and too much has happened in the past for us to ever be more than mortal enemies.” Harry pulled Malfoy closer so that they were pressed together, their hearts beating into each others chests. “I hate you.” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear.



“I hate you too.” He whispered back.



The two young men separated and went their different ways. They both slept terribly, and woke early. As he sat at the Gryffindor table at breakfast, Harry found himself glancing towards the Slytherin table. A pair of cool, grey eyes met his. Both boys quickly looked away before noticing the flush that ran up each of their necks. Harry stared into his bowl of porridge; it seemed to him that things were normal. It was another busy day at Hogwarts, he had classes, Ron and Hermione sat beside him, bickering as usual and the constant threat of Voldemort was as powerful as ever.



Things would go back to how they had always been between the feuding Slytherin and Gryffindor, because neither boy would ever know that the other never took the potion.