*Third person p.o.v*

Another chapter in Harry's pov because we love the Harry content too, am I right?

When Harry woke up again, he felt somewhat suffocated.

His face was pressed against Malfoy's chest, and the duvet was also covering his face.

He quickly pushed the duvet away, and when he looked up he found Malfoy already looking down at him with a lazy smile.

"Are you trying to kill me, Malfoy?" Asked Harry, taking a deep breath. It seemed like forever since he'd breathed properly.

"Good morning to you too," Said Malfoy sarcastically, and pushed the duvet back up to cover Harry's shoulders.

The almost caring action made Harry's stomach churn. He blinked repeatedly at the other boy.

"I woke up around an hour ago, and when I removed the duvet from your face, cause I was pondering whether or not you were able to breathe, You moaned and groaned about me not letting you sleep and that I should just leave you alone. And then you covered yourself with the duvet again." Malfoy smirked at the obvious embarrassed look on Harry's face.

Harry just couldn't trust himself when he was half-asleep. First dragging Malfoy into his bed, and now ordering Malfoy to suffocate him?

"Oh." Was all Harry said, ignoring the sly smile on Malfoy's face.

Then, Harry simply just rested his head on Malfoy's chest, and made sure the duvet wasn't covering his face. He closed his eyes again and listened to Malfoy's heartbeat, which was surprisingly fast.

..Maybe the this whole incident wasn't so bad.

Harry was definitely going mad, he was doubting if he was by the mere fact that he'd even just considered thinking that thought.

But, honestly, Harry had never been one to get much sleep. He could go up to two or maybe even three days without sleeping properly, which resulted in him being tired majority of the time. And when he did sleep, he would usually end up only getting around 4 or 5 hours before either waking up and not being able to sleep more, and toss and turn the entire night, or wake up because of some stupid, embarrassing nightmare.

But Harry had actually, for once, felt well-rested the past two days.

"Are you not interested in getting breakfast?" Asked Malfoy then, and Harry could practically hear his smirk.

Malfoy then began running his fingers through his hair again, and Harry sighed happily.

"No. This is good for.." Harry trailed off, wrapping an arm around Malfoy's torso. "..The potion."

Malfoy chuckled, and Harry couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his chest going up and down.

"And you're sure?"

"..'Bout what?" Asked Harry sleepily, leaning further more into Malfoy's touch.

Malfoy continued with his fantastic hands, "That this isn't for your own pleasure but for the potion?"

"..Mhm." Harry was mere seconds away from falling asleep, but then Malfoy's hands left his hair.

"Malfoy," Harry all but whined, and when he looked up at him again, Malfoy was looking at him with such a caring smile that Harry was starting to ponder if someone had bewitched him last night.

"Potter, I will force you to the great hall if you don't get up yourself." Malfoy was still smiling at him despite the challenging tone.

"Fuck you." Harry sat up, glaring unappreciatively at him.

After Malfoy had stretched, where Harry may or may not have watched his arm muscles, Malfoy pulled the duvet off himself, and Harry nearly gasped.

Oh. Malfoy was shirtless, that's..

His chest was absolutely delicious, pink nipples catching Harry's attention quickly, before his eyes wandered down to his stomach.

Oh, Malfoy was jacked.

He had such big and muscular arms, that it shouldn't have surprised Harry that he had abs as much as it did.

Harry had, of course, imagined what he would look like without a shirt on, but..

He had been staring look enough for Malfoy to cross his arms, making Harry look back up.

When he met Malfoy's eyes, he knew he was never gonna hear the end of it.

Malfoy looked cocky, self-centered, and overall just satisfied with how Harry's eyes had practically just eaten him up. And Malfoy already had such a huge ego, Harry almost wanted to curse at himself for helping it grow further.

"It's the potion. I can't help it." Said Harry, his face annoyingly hot as always.

"I didn't ask." Said Malfoy, still wearing an awfully cocky smile. "Get dressed."

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Harry found himself thinking about Malfoy during the whole breakfast.

His body ached, ached to be touched, and found that almost his entire body felt like it was on fire. Maybe cuddling wasn't the best idea they'd gotten.

He quickly pressed the palm of his hand against his annoying erection, hoping no one saw.

"So what's up?" Harry interrupted Hermione and Ron's conversation, not even really caring about what they were talking about.

Picturing Malfoy naked was way more important.

"Just Ron being ridiculous." Hermione huffed, both looking and sounding annoyed, making Harry listen.

He looked at Ron, who looked pissed. "He's got his hands all over my sister." He hissed at Hermione, and Harry turned to look at Ginny further down the table.

And surely enough, Dean was sitting with an arm over Ginny's shoulder, and kissing her lovingly on the cheek.

Harry quickly drifted off, imagining that that was him and Malfoy.

Malfoy kissing him on the cheek, an arm around him.. Maybe even taking his pants off.

Harry shook his head.

"Slim git." Spat Ron angrily, glaring at Dean from afar.

"Honestly, Ron. If she walked in here and saw you snogging me would you expect her to get up and leave?" Hermione spoke, and the tip of Ron's ears quickly turned pink.

Harry tried to hide his amused smile behind a piece of toast he was holding up.

"Snogging you..?" Ron repeated lowly, as if trying to comprehend what Hermione had said.

And then, as if realizing what she'd said herself, Hermione flushed.

"Hypothetically." Said Hermione, and Harry snorted behind his toast.

Both Ron and Hermione turned sharply to him.

"Say, Harry." Started Hermione, and Harry put his piece of toast down, knowing what was about to happen. "How's it going with Malfoy?"

Harry grinned. Oh, this was just too funny!

"It's fine, nothing compared to you guys though. Talking about snogging each other." Harry shook his head, trying to look as if he didn't know what he was doing.

"That's not—" Hermione started, and Ron stared at her, entirely too pink in the face. "That's.. Not what's happening."

"That's exactly what's happening." Said Harry, and Hermione looked at him with a look that could kill.

Hermione cleared her throat and straightened her back. "You know, Harry, I've actually wondered whether or not you're genuinely interested in Malfoy—"

"Are you genuinely interested in Ron?" Said Harry then, mocking her.

Hermione's face was red with embarrassment and probably also fury, Harry figured. "..Harry."

"Hermione." Harry smiled sweetly at her.

Hermione suddenly opened the book she had laying in her lap, and, throwing one last sharp look at Harry, either pretended or was actually reading, Harry didn't know, whilst ignoring him.

Harry then looked at Ron, who was making conversation with Seamus, acting as if he didn't know what was going on.

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

* * * * * *

Zabini ruffled up his hair, making Harry fake a glare. "Stop it."

"What? You've got such nice hair. And it's already messy," Zabini did it again, and Harry smiled at the compliment.

"But won't stay nice forever if you keep touching it, will it?" Asked Malfoy then, coming up from behind and nudging Zabini out of the way so he could walk beside Harry.

"Jealous?" Asked Zabini teasingly, and Malfoy glared at him.

"I'm merely trying to spare Potter from your violence." Said Malfoy, unknowing to Harry resisting the urge to kiss him.. Or touch him.. Or both.

God, the potion was driving him insane today.

He quite literally felt like pouncing on Malfoy.

"I don't mind it," Harry shrugged, watching the way Malfoy only looked further pissed at that.

"I do." Said Malfoy shortly, a bitter tone to his voice.

Zabini smirked playfully, "I bet you do,"

Malfoy groaned, running his delicious hands down his face. "Go back to teasing Potter."

Harry was about to protest, but Zabini interrupted him. "You're not letting us."

Parkinson snickered from beside Zabini, throwing Harry an evil grin.

Harry only walked closer to Malfoy, trying to walk side-by-side with him, hoping he'd get to calm down a little before class.

Malfoy let him, let him press his arm against his and let him walk so close to him they couldn't possibly be closer.

Harry's eyes drifted to Malfoy's lips, and found himself wondering what they would look like around his—

Harry quickly looked away from Malfoy again, finding his own thoughts extremely disturbing as they walked in the classroom.

* * * * * *

The next few classes, Harry was miserable.

His skin burned, his lips begged to be kissed and he was just.. So horny.

"Being in the beyond.. What does that mean to you?" Trelawney spoke, and Harry rested his arm on the table, afterwards burying his face in it to cover up his embarrassingly heavy breathing. He couldn't stop his leg from bouncing up and down.

"Yes, you?" Trelawney pointed at what Harry assumed to be a student to answer her question.

Harry couldn't have cared less.

Malfoy kissed him, pushing him up against the wall.

Harry moaned continuously as Malfoy planted kisses all over his face, pressing his erection against Harry's.

"I couldn't concentrate during class, because of you. I just wanted to kiss you all over and fuck you until you couldn't see straight."

"Potter?"

Harry looked up from his arm at the mention of his name.

"What is it?" Asked Malfoy then, his voice low, and Harry tried to ignore how the sound of his voice turned him even more on.

Oh, god.

Harry licked his own lips as his gaze drifted back down to Malfoy's. "..I'm just.." He whispered back, trailing off as he imagined kissing Malfoy again. When he realized what he was doing he quickly looked Malfoy back in the eyes.

Malfoy seemed to be studying him for a second, and as if he could tell what Harry had been thinking about, he raised his eyebrows.

Malfoy didn't say anything, even though Harry was almost a hundred precent sure that he knew what exactly was wrong with Harry at the moment.

Harry all but imagined kissing Malfoy's sharp jawline, as Malfoy seemed to be looking at how Trelawney had her back turned to the class and was very focused on her crystal ball.

Malfoy turned to Harry again, snapping him out of his haze. "I don't think she would notice if we went out the door,"

Harry looked at Malfoy in disbelief, blinking rapidly. "You..What..?"

Malfoy was unbelievable.

..But this was the best idea he'd ever gotten. If you asked Harry.

Malfoy suddenly grabbed his hand, sending small sparks up Harry's arm, and stood up.

He signaled for Harry to stand up and be silent, and Harry quickly found himself obeying as Malfoy then pulled him with him, walking past the empty seats.

Seeing as they were sitting in the back-row, the door was more approachable, and other students wouldn't be able to notice them sneaking out.

Harry held his breath as Malfoy guided him out of the classroom.

As the door closed behind them, Harry turned to look at Trelawney, who was luckily still staring at her crystal ball with intensity.

She hadn't noticed them. Harry breathed out.

Malfoy then let go of his hand, much to Harry's dismay because it had stopped the burning momentarily, but continued walking at a quick pace.

Harry followed him, anticipation running through his entire body.

Malfoy had apparently spotted an un-used classroom, and when Malfoy looked back at Harry, he opened the door, and let Harry walk in first.

Harry didn't care what classroom it was, if it was about to be used, if someone would walk in on them, he just couldn't bring himself to care about anything other than kissing Malfoy at the moment.

When Malfoy closed the door behind him, Harry was quick to walk forward, and kiss him.

Malfoy was pushed up against the door, and Harry tried to force him further down so he didn't have to stand on his tiptoes to kiss him. Luckily, Malfoy was a willing participant and leaned further down.

Harry felt Malfoy place his hands on his hips, and Harry tried to press himself further against him.

Harry tilted his head, feeling Malfoy's tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Harry parted his lips, letting Malfoy's tongue slip into his mouth.

Harry whined as he desperately tried to keep Malfoy kissing him.

Despite Harry trying to keep chasing his lips, Malfoy pulled away anyway, catching his breath.

If Harry hadn't been so desperate, he would've questioned the very noticeable change in Malfoy's eyes. His eyes had gotten darker, somehow. "Fuck, Potter."

That's the spirit!

Harry tried to kiss him again, but Malfoy moved out of reach.

"Jump," Said Malfoy suddenly, and Harry, distracted by the pink color of Malfoy's lips, blinked.

"What?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes, and placed his hands on the back of his thighs, the movement causing him to graze Harry's ass, almost making Harry whimper.

Oh, how many times he'd fantasized about Malfoy's hands on his ass. It was almost unhealthy.

"Jump." Malfoy repeated, and Harry did as told this time. It felt so good to do whatever Malfoy ordered him to do.

Malfoy caught him, and Harry wrapped his legs around his waist, quickly capturing Malfoy's lips in another passionate kiss. Malfoy let him this time.

Malfoy continued to kiss him as walked him over to one of the many wooden tables, placing Harry on it as he settled between his legs.

Malfoy pulled back, but not too far, much to Harry's pleasure. "Hand job?" Said Malfoy, breathing against Harry's lips.

Harry shook his head eagerly, "No." He gave Malfoy a peck on the lips, "I want you to fuck me."

Malfoy pulled away abruptly, suddenly looking at Harry with wide eyes. "What?"

Harry already missed the closeness, "Please, please fuck me, Malfoy." He begged.

Harry simply had no dignity, pride or control left. He could only focus on the thought of Malfoy thrusting into him.

"..We can't." Said Malfoy, and Harry placed his hands on the back of his neck, giving him a quick kiss again.

"Why not?" Harry pulled him closer and his erection pressed up against Malfoy's abdomen.

"It's not a part of the deal." Said Malfoy, still sounding unbelievably surprised, and Harry wanted to kill his past self for not adding sex to the deal.

"I don't care! We'll make a new deal! Please." Harry's index-finger found a lop in Malfoy's trousers, pulling him flush against him.

Harry could've moaned with pure need when he felt Malfoy's erection press against his thigh.

Malfoy looked down as well, "..We can't just make a new deal." Malfoy's voice was low, and his breathing was heavy. Harry wondered briefly why he was turning him down when he seemed to be in the same state of arousal as Harry was.

Harry began kissing Malfoy's delicious jawline, and Malfoy's eyes fluttered closed, leaning his head back to give Harry more access, making Harry moan in triumph.

Harry placed wet kisses all over his jawline and down his neck.

Malfoy's hand came up to hold the back of his head, "Potter.. Stop."

Malfoy's actions really weren't aligning with what was coming out of his mouth, because Malfoy kept moving closer, and he held Harry's head in place.

So Harry continued, ignoring him.

He went from his neck to his collarbone, sucking on it. He wanted to make a mark there.

But, Malfoy didn't allow him. "Potter." Malfoy suddenly pushed him away, making Harry whine in desperation.

Malfoy had a stern look on his face, but Harry could see the pink shade on his cheeks.

"What's the harm in it? Come on, Malfoy. It's all I want. All I'm asking.. Please." Harry's hand went down to cup himself through his jeans.

Malfoy watched him, his eyes widening again. "I.." He rasped, watching Harry press the palm of his hand against the outline of his own erection.

"No." Malfoy shook his head, as if trying to snap himself back to reality, and unexpectedly took a step back. "You'll regret this once you've gotten the antidote."

"I won't, I swear! I will make the unbreakable vow! Malfoy stop walking away from me!" Said Harry desperately as Malfoy took yet another step backwards.

"If you're willing to make the unbreakable vow, then you're far too desperate. I can't just.."

Harry jumped down from the table following Malfoy, "You can't what?" He asked, as Malfoy looked down at him.

Malfoy frowned as Harry placed his hands on the back of his neck again. "I can't.. Take advantage of you like that."

"It's not taking advantage! I'm giving you the opportunity!" Harry tried to kiss him again, but Malfoy placed a hand to his chest, pushing him away.

"Potter, stop."

Harry frowned as well, actually feeling hurt, his hands sliding off the back of his neck. "You don't want to?"

"That's not it." Said Malfoy, making Harry's stomach unwillingly do a flip. "You don't mean what you're saying."

"I do. I've never meant something so much—"

"Don't say that. You're lying." Malfoy suddenly found a new edge to his voice, making Harry want to break down and beg for forgiveness immediately.

"I'm not lying." Said Harry, hopelessly.

Malfoy sneered at him, actually sneered at him, Harry couldn't even remember the last time he'd done that. "Shut up, Potter."

The way Malfoy said his name with such venom all of a sudden, made the urge to cry and beg and just do anything that would make Malfoy forgive him for whatever he'd done wrong and then afterwards Malfoy would kiss him again, and then fuck him.

Harry wanted to beg, get on his hands and knees, and just hope that would be enough for Malfoy to cave in.

But Harry watched him as he opened the door, and just stormed out of the classroom, ignoring Harry calling for him.

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Word count: 3289

A/N:
I just want to make this clear, since i've seen some rather alarmed commenters, which is understandable.
The reason as to why the 'hand job deal' isn't considered taking advantage is because Harry wasn't entirely under the influence then (when he asked).
If the effects of the potion is at it's peak, you'll notice in the change of Harry's behavior.