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Harry was already exhausted after a whole day, and yet there was still that horrible Potions class. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if he and Ron knew the basics. Of course, they both thought it was just potions and decided that there was no need to study for it. Even with the textbook's most detailed instructions, mixing the potion is a huge problem.
And there, on the other hand, is Hermione, who was assigned Pansy Parkinson. Harry felt sorry for her at first and wished her luck, but as the lesson progressed, the girls started to get along too well. And there was still that bloody git Malfoy, on the other side of the classroom, with that ridiculous smirk and long fingers holding a knife, chopping... well, something that Harry would avoid touching with a stick.
He sighed and returned to his textbook. Fortunately, Slughorn was kind enough to assign them Amortentia to brew. Thanks, Merlin, for that. Harry started cutting rosehips, knowing that nothing would come out of their potion anyway.
*
Later, in the evening when Ron, Hermione, and Harry were sitting in the dormitory, listening to Hermione complain about how little time they had before their exams, they heard a loud knock on the door and some rustling outiside in the corridor.
Such things happened, especially because the entire 8th year shared the same huge dormitory. The knock came again, and Harry kicked Ron's leg. "Open the door.”
Ron shook his head. "Not a chance," he said, rolling over on the bed and crushing Hermione and they both started to giggle. Harry sighed and stood up, making his way towards the door. He opened it, and before he could see who it was, he HEARD loud "Harry, love!" from none other than Draco Malfoy. Harry slammed the door and turned to his friends with a baffled expression. Despite everything, his cheeks were burning.
Ron and Hermione sat up straight alarmed. "What was that?" Hermione rose up and walked towards the door. "Was that Malfoy?" Ron chuckled to himself.
Harry pursed his lips and turned back to the door. "This must be some stupid prank," he growled, and opened the door again, only to find Malfoy waiting behind them, smirking. When he spotted Harry again, he wrapped his arms around his neck.
"My love, all I want is you to talk to me!" Draco announced, catching the attention of other students. Harry froze, staring at the wall in front of him, with Draco Malfoy's arms around his neck. Could today get any worse?
Hermione giggled softly and patted Harry on the shoulder. "I think it's Amortentia." She said smiling.
Harry frowned. "What's so funny about it?!" he snapped. "I'm suffering here!" As he said that, Draco moved even closer, whispering in his ear. "I love you, baby."
Harry's face flushed instantly, and thrills rushed down his spine as Malfoy’s hot breath caressed his ear. He pushed him away, firm but gentle, and turned to face Hermione.
"Do you, by any chance, have the antidote?" Harry asked. Hermione thought for a moment. "There is a possibility. I need to look in my dorm, and I need help with that." She said the last words especially loudly, to catch attention of Ron, who was extremely amused by the entire situation.
He smiled apologetically at Harry, leaving him alone with Malfoy and following his girlfriend. “We'll be right back!”
Harry sighed and glanced at Malfoy, who was standing in front of him with that idiotic smile. Harry wanted to hex him. As he returned to the room, the blond naturally followed him. Harry sat down on the bed, and Malfoy did as well, sitting almost on Harry's lap.
"You don't know what private space is?" Harry asked, frustrated. It wasn’t even Malfoy’s fault at this point, now Harry was frustrated with himself for reacting this way.
“It’s only Malfoy... it’s only Malfoy... that bloody git.” Harry kept repeating in his mind. The blond folded his arms over his chest. "You know that I love you?" he asked, scooting closer to Harry. "Do you?" When Malfoy asked, Harry could literally see the hope in the other’s eyes. And his own heart was racing as a result of these statements and the proximity they were in.
"Listen, Malfoy, you're under the influence of Amortentia, and it's making you talk bullshit. Do you understand? You don’t love me." Harry sighed and leaned back, lying on his back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. It was easier to calm his nerves when Malfoy wasn't pressed right against his side. Ugh, what's taking Hermione so long?
Malfoy only laughed softly and turned around to look at Harry, his gaze moving over the frames of his glasses, his nose, and his neck. "I'm not under the influence of Amortenia," he eventually said. "I really like you."
Harry couldn't take it and collapsed back down, hiding his face in his hands. What a mess. He wondered how much Malfoy will despise him after he gets the antidote.
After what felt like eternity, Ron and Hermione entered the room. They both had defeated expressions. Harry felt like crying, and Malfoy pressed himself to his side AGAIN.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I couldn't find the antidote. We need to take him to the hospital wing.”
*
"Hello?" Hermione called as she opened the massive door. "Madam Pomfrey?"
In the meantime, Ron and Harry sat Malfoy on the bed. The blond looked at them with anger. Ron laughed softly and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, ferret, everything will be over soon."
Malfoy slapped Ron's hand and pushed it away. “Don’t touch me, Weasley.” Harry uttered a short chuckle.
Suddenly they heard "What do we have here?" from behind them. Harry turned around and gave Madam Pomfrey a tiny smile. "Malfoy is under the influence of Amortentia. We need the antidote.”
The woman rolled her eyes and stepped closer to Draco. "You kids really have nothing to do in your free time." She pulled out her wand and casted a few monitoring charms on Draco, frowning. She used accio to summon the antidote.
Malfoy scowled as she passed him the vial. He shoved it in his mouth and drank it all in one go.
Harry finally let out a sigh of relief as he watched the blond. He was eager to finally go back to bed after a long day, once everything was in place now. Hermione gave Harry a small smile.
"Where are you going, Potter?" Malfoy turned to face Harry. Oh, now that Malfoy is aware of what happened, he will undoubtedly take it out on him.
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" Harry raised eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"What am I talking about? I confessed to you, and you didn't even react? Do you think it's a joke?” Malfoy swallowed hardly. Ron snorted, and Harry was silent. After all, the antidote should already be working, right? Why is Malfoy talking rubbish again?
Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Alright, there's nothing else I can do for you; go back to bed," she said, clapping her hands. The four of them trudged back to the dormitory, Harry's thoughts racing.
*
Pansy raced toward them, nervously smiling, as soon as they opened the door. "Uh, hey, where were you?" She asked. Blaise, who was sitting at the sofa, looked at them amused.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at Pansy, and Harry moved past the girl, heading for the couch. "In the hospital wing. Malfoy was acting... Well, strange." She exclaimed.
Pansy smiled awkwardly at Draco. "Well, because... Draco, you accidentally drank Veritaserum."
Ron bursted out laughing and grabbed Hermione's hand. She was still trying to process what she had just witnessed, or rather, how she couldn’t tell the difference between Veritaserum and Amortentia. Ron pulled her toward the dorm rooms.
Harry was frozen in place. Veritaserum. Malfoy was under the influence of bloody Veritaserum, not Amortentia! Harry shuddered as he remembered what Malfoy had said to him earlier. His cheeks burned. Malfoy liked him? Liked LIKED him?!
Harry looked up, and their eyes met. Malfoy seemed more stunned than angry, which was good, Harry thought.
Pansy took advantage of Draco's brief moment of confusion and quickly disappeared out of his sight. Malfoy swallowed harshly and looked at the floor. Harry knew they should have a talk now. There wouldn't be a problem if Harry didn't return Malfoy’s feelings. They’d just forget about the whole thing. But damn, Harry wanted Malfoy badly.
Carefully, Harry sat down on the couch. Blaise also made his way out of the common room. Malfoy cleared his throat and hesitantly sat down next to Harry.
"Listen... I don't know what to say because that bloody potion made me spit my mind out." Malfoy said uncomfortably. Harry glanced at him sympathetically.
"All right. I'm not angry or anything. It's fine." Harry placed his hand on Malfoy's shoulder. He was relieved that it had finally happened. Harry could feel the tension leaving his body.
But at the same time, he was overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events. He removed his hand from Malfoy's shoulder and leaned against the back of the couch. He had a lot of questions and wasn't sure where to begin.
"Well, how long... do you feel this way?" Was it right to ask that? Harry was never good at this type of stuff. Talking about emotions and feelings? Harry definitely preferred actions. But unfortunately, this time only words could solve the problem.
Malfoy let out a shaky breath. “Since 5th year. But it wasn’t anything big back then... I was just attracted to you.” He said quietly.
Harry smirked. “So, it’s something big now, er?”
Malfoy gave him an annoyed look. “Why do you even ask? To humiliate me even more?” He snapped. Harry suddenly felt bad for him and remembered that the poor guy was still under the influence of Veritaserum.
Harry watched Malfoy play with a thread from his robe and a small smile tugged his lips.
"No, I just... all those things you said to me earlier..." Harry sighed, feeling the blush creeping up his cheeks again. "It was nice. I liked it."
Malfoy's eyes widened. He stared at Harry in disbelief. Harry chuckled, amused by the whole situation. Malfoy frowned and nudged him. "It's not funny,” he said, pouting.
“Come on, Malfoy,” Harry said, moving closer, his smirk softening. “I wouldn’t mind listening to that daily.”
Malfoy hesitantly smiled back at Harry, and bloody hell, that smile was melting Harry’s heart. He cupped Malfoy’s cheek gently and leaned in. They breathed the same hot air for a moment, before their lips crashed together.
Harry’s heart skipped a beat, it was like a shock to the system, but not in a bad way. It felt like fireworks were going off inside of him, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. He closed his eyes, his hand came up to grip Malfoy’s shoulder as to hold him in place, make sure it’s real.
Draco pulled Potter even closer, as their lips moved together. He was lost in the kiss, his mind fuzzy. All the years of tension and pinning suddenly came crashing down, and Draco found himself kissing the boy he craved for Merlin knows how long. A fire was ignited inside of him, and he couldn’t get enough.
Eventually when they managed to pull away from each other, Draco remembered one thing he still had to do, before he could give himself into the arms of, what he assumed, his boyfriend.
Harry watched him get up from the couch, the blonds face decorated with determination. A second later everyone could hear the sound of running footsteps, and loud “PANSY!"