sorry for not updating guys, i was busy with my university and i didn't have the time to sit and write, so saw this prompt in google and i thought i should do the typical amortentia thing, fluff i guess and angst, we need angst, enjoy
previous called Just Admit It
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He was late.
He was so late for the class.
Professor Snape was totally going to kill him after humiliating him and take away some of the House Points.
Harry made a weak noise at the back of his throat as he rushed towards the class, barging through the door loudly, startling everyone in the room. Professor Snape turned around to glare at him with disdain. "You can't ever be on time for my class, can you Potter?"
"I'm so sorry– Wait, why the hell does the entire classroom reeks Malfoy's Dior perfume?" Harry grimaced, thrown off guard as he rubbed his nose. The entire class was silent as they all stared at the spectacled boy with wide eyes. Even Malfoy was looking at him with surprise.
"What?!" he exclaimed, feeling irked when he received those looks. "Why are you all looking at me like that?!"
"Harry," Hermione frowned, face troubled. "It's... Amortentia Potion."
The Gryffindor's expression when from shocked to realisation to embarrassed before it changed to absolute ashamed. His entire face reddened to his ears as his green eyes wildly looking at everyone, avoiding Malfoy's gaze. He stammered a few words, clutching his bag tightly with shaky hands, ducking his head down and went to his seat quickly.
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"So," Malfoy smirked to Harry, who kept looking at the ground in embarrassment. "You're in love with me, huh?"
"Leave it, Malfoy," Ron hissed.
Malfoy shouldered his bag properly, rolling his eyes, ignoring Ron's words. "Well, I guess you would be in love with me. You're not that special, Potter. Who wouldn't love me? I'm me! Draco Malfoy, the richest supreme Pureblood Slytherin you could ever find," he boasted.
Harry stood up, feeling humiliated by the blond and pushed passed him, followed by his friends but once again Malfoy stopped him from leaving any further.
The taller walked leisurely to stand in front of him, arms crossed on his chest. "Let's just leave, Harry. Don't listen to him. Malfoy can shove a stick in his arse," Hermione frowned. Said male just chuckled softly and reached out a hand to tilt Harry's head up.
Harry looked into Malfoy's steely cold eyes with his quivering forest green and then he did the oddest thing ever.
Malfoy's eyes turned warm, the softest shade of grey as the Slytherin cupped his cheeks with his warm palm. That's... affection. Malfoy is... giving affection. "You're not all that special for falling in love with me, Potter, but–" he hushed the Gryffindor when Harry wanted to defend himself again. "But," he then smiled. "I can't help myself when I fell for you."
Harry stood still, brain processing what Malfoy had just said to him. "I-I– You– What?" he swallowed down the lump in his throat. Malfoy grinned cheekily. "I think it's best if I show you what I mean."
Draco kissed Harry on the lips.
Harry felt amazing. The soft lips on his, kissing him so gently that he knew he'd be addicted to them. It was delicate and it made him breathless. His heart beat faster and faster as if was about to explode like fireworks. His skin tingled where Draco was touching him on his neck and cheek.
