*Third person p.o.v*

The first night went well.

"Malfoy, you're snoring!"

"Shut up!"

"Stay still, you're making noise!"

"Oh shove off, Malfoy! Maybe if it wasn't so bloody cold in this dorm I'd be able to lay still without freezing to death!"

"Do me a favor and stay still!"

But at least Harry hadn't pounced on him in his sleep, even though the potion was giving him these ugly images at the thought of Malfoy only being a few meters away from him.

Well.. Those ugly images caused Harry to fall asleep hard.

Harry sat down beside Ron, running a hand exhaustively over his face in the process. "Malfoy is such a prat! I didn't get any sleep because of him."

Ron grimaced, watching Harry pick up his cutlery. "Please don't tell me it was because you guys were.."

Harry looked at him momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows.

When he then understood what Ron had been hinting at, he made the exact same face as Ron. "Merlin, no." Said Harry dismissively. He then looked back at the Slytherin table, studying Malfoy's features, dreamily. "Merlin, no.." He sighed.

Ron cleared his throat, awkwardly. "Then why weren't you able to sleep?"

"Well, first of all," Harry started, having to tear his eyes away from Malfoy, much to his dismay, to look at Hermione and Ron. "He was snoring. Second of all, he was complaining about my lack of ability to stay still, third of all, my mind was killing me."

Hermione gave him a pitied frown. "I understand, Harry. Yesterday, after you and Malfoy had been assigned your dorm, I went to the library to study a bit about it—"

Harry looked at Ron, raising his eyebrows.

Ron snorted in return.

"—And found out a little about it. It seems awful." Hermione finished.

Ron and Harry tried to hold their laughter back. It was so typical Hermione. "Well, what'd you find out 'Mione?"

Hermione looked between them before answering, "Don't give each other that look. You knew I'd study about it." She said, sending them both a displeased look.

"Right, but seriously, what'd you find out?" Harry decided it was time to continue his Malfoy-watching.

"Well, first off, no matter how much you despise the person you're gonna be attracted to them, whilst the effects of the potion are lingering in you."

"Yeah, that we've already sort of figured out on our own." Ron piped up, making Harry scoff, nodding.

Hermione glared at Ron, "Anyway.. I also read something about having no rationality. Meaning if Malfoy actually were to rape you, you would.. Well.. Enjoy it."

Ron grimaced again, as Harry nodded, staring at Malfoy still.

"—And after any slight touch you will crave more of it. The exact touch. For example if Malfoy accidentally touched your face, you would crave his touch on your face.. A lot."

"And.. If you were to.. Give in to the urge," Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione, gaping. "You would be wanting to— Well — Give in, twice as much after."

Harry quickly spoke, "That wouldn't happen. I wouldn't let that happen."

"It's just hypothetically, Harry." Said Hermione, giving him a small smile.

"Okay, Hypothetically, I wouldn't even let that happen."

Hermione folded her hands together, placing them on the table. "I don't think you quite understand how strong the effects of this lust potion is, and it's only gonna get stronger the more you're with Malfoy."

Harry stared at her, finding he didn't know what to say.

This time, he was grateful that Hermione had done her research.

"I won't even let him get near me then."

* * * * * *

"Oi, Potter!" Parkinson called, making Ron, Hermione and Harry turn around.

Harry saw the way both Parkinson and Zabini were smirking at him whilst Malfoy, who were standing in between them, was crossing his arms.

"Good luck." Hermione whispered, giving Harry's hand a squeeze before letting go as Ron patted Harry's back.

"Yeah, you're gonna need it." Said Ron, jokingly.

Harry looked at Ron, a murderous look in his eyes.

Usually, he liked when Ron eased the tension in a situation. But Harry found himself dreading this so much, he couldn't even find it funny in any way.

"We don't got all day, Potter. Hurry up." Zabini interrupted their goodbyes.

Harry, hesitating, walked towards the friend group, sighing.

Parkinson gave him a wide smile, "Oh come on now, chosen one. Being with us Slytherins is fun. Maybe even by the end of the day you'll end up—"

"Okay, okay, that's fine, Pansy." Malfoy cut off Parkinson, waving dismissively at her.

Harry could've kissed him, partly because he didn't want to be talked down to like that, but also because of the potion.

"Oh, let us have our fun. It's not everyday we have the famous savior follow us to class." Zabini smirked at Malfoy.

Malfoy nodded his head, "Yeah, yeah. Now let's get going."

* * * * * *

"Shut up, Blaise!" Malfoy shoved Zabini hard, as he and Parkinson laughed hysterically.

Harry sat next to them, watching them with a flushed face.

"It would just be funny to know!"

Malfoy rested his elbows on the table and hid his face in his hands, "Funny and painful. No, wait, just painful."

"Oh, come on, golden boy. Tell us." Parkinson insisted, looking at Harry with a mischievous look in her eyes.

Harry shrunk in his seat feeling outnumbered, and slowly turning more and more red.

"Potter, if you open your mouth I will hex you." Malfoy warned, not exactly making Harry feel any better.

"Just one fantasy. Come on. We won't blame you, we know it's the potion-" Parkinson started, but Malfoy cut her off.

"Potter." Malfoy threatened.

Harry ran a hand through his messy hair, staring at the table surface.

"Potter, you're no fun." Zabini frowned as Parkinson giggled beside him.

Harry was already tired of being around the three Slytherins.

"I never said I was." Harry mumbled, feeling Parkinson's, Zabini's and Malfoy's gaze on him.

"Oh, and he can talk!" Parkinson said, amused.

Harry sighed as response.

When Malfoy, Parkinson and Zabini continued to bicker about whether or not Harry should tell them his fantasies about Malfoy recently, Harry let them just be background noise at the present moment.

Harry watched Malfoy come closer and closer.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

Before Harry could say anything, Malfoy leaned down to kiss him.

Gasping, Harry tried to maintain balance as he started to kiss back eagerly.

Malfoy let his hands rest on his hips, slowly sliding further and further down until they reached the back of his thighs.

Harry quickly understood, jumping as Malfoy lifted him up.

Malfoy pulled slightly away as he whispered against his lips, "You're so—"

"Potter?" Parkinson snapped her fingers in front of his face.

Harry looked up from the table surface, having a clueless look on his face.

Parkinson eyed him up and down and a smirk started to spread upon her lips, "You were daydreaming about Draco weren't you?"

Harry, without thinking, turned to look at Malfoy, and Malfoy was staring at him intensely as well.

Harry squirmed in his seat, trying to ignore the way he could feel the blood rush to his cock.

Harry could tell Malfoy studied the way he licked his lips subconsciously, as his face was all flushed and he was squirming in his seat.

"We're just gonna have a word." Malfoy quickly excused them, and grabbed Harry's wrist pulling him out the library, leaving a laughing Parkinson and Zabini behind.

* * * * * *

"You can't look at me like that when we're with my friends!"

Harry bit his lip, "I can't control it, Malfoy!"

Malfoy scoffed, looking to the side, "I'm gonna be made fun of for weeks." He muttered, mostly to himself.

When Harry didn't respond or move an inch, Malfoy turned to look at him again.

Harry was staring at Malfoy's fingers, that were still wrapped around his wrist.

Realizing this, Malfoy finally let go of Harry's wrist, and Harry's head snapped up, gazing at the other boy as he whimpered.

Malfoy stared at him.

Harry felt his wrist burn, his skin already craving the feeling of his fingers again.

Harry cursed, "..Malfoy, please, please." He whined.

Harry breathed heavily, eternally grateful for his robes for hiding his growing erection.

Malfoy watched him, his eyes wide, probably because of Harry's begging. "What?"

"Just grab my wrist again! Please!" Harry pleaded.

Malfoy, hesitantly, did as told.

Harry breathed out, relieved.

The burning stopped on his wrist, but he was still hard.

Malfoy was still watching him, seeing how his chest was heaving up and down.

"'Mione told me this would happen.." Harry whispered, quite frankly just wanting to kill himself.

Malfoy was about to take a step closer, but Harry quickly moved back. "Don't get any closer! If you touch me anywhere I will crave it even more."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "Are you serious?"

"Yes. Fuck." How could he have been so stupid? Of course he should've told Malfoy.

"Oh."

Harry looked up at the taller boy, feeling relieved that he didn't feel any resentment for Harry for not having told him.

They both stood, Malfoy still holding his wrist as Harry stared at his fingers.

Even his fingers were delicious to Harry.

"So.. What now?"

Harry sighed, "..I guess you could try letting go.."

Malfoy let go of his wrist, and Harry's eyes squeezed shut.

"Are you alright?" Asked Malfoy, and Harry would've probably questioned the concerned tone if his wrist wasn't burning like hell, and had a most certainly uncomfortable erection.

Harry nodded his head, "Yeah.. Er.. I just have to stop by our dorm quickly."

Without another word, Harry walked away at a quick pace.

* * * * * *

"It was awful. And I can just feel my wrist burn slightly, at all times now."

Hermione nodded, listening. "I told you this would happen sooner or later, Harry. If you spend time with someone, any someone, you probably end up touching them in some way."

Harry glared at her. She wasn't exactly helping. "Right, but i'm just not gonna get near him again. It's as easy as.." He trailed off, finding himself staring at Malfoy longingly again. "That." He finished and Ron snorted as Hermione frowned.

"As easy as that but he looks like he could devour Malfoy right now." Ron whispered to Hermione, who slapped his arm lightly.

Harry snapped out of his trance, "I can't believe this. I have too spend the next, what? 11 days with him? Not to mention, Parkinson and Zabini are just.." Harry trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Ron looked between Harry and Hermione, "How about you stay with us today then? In the Gryffindor common room? We could play chess." Ron offered with a half-hearted smile.

Harry groaned, "I wish I could, but I have to be close to Malfoy today. I'm going insane."

Hermione rubbed Harry's shoulder, as Harry continued to stare at the Slytherin.

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