Slytherins with benefits

Truth potions

Y/n

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The past few days have been weird, Draco hasn't adjusted to being back at school well. One minute he would be fine, more than fine, he'd be loving, and kind, then he'd be cold and distant, snap at me, and then feel bad, be apologetic and all over me. I had asked him what the matter was but he never had an answer. We hadn't had sex since we got back, but had slept in the same bed every night, because no matter how cold he would be, by bedtime he would be sad and want to cuddle.

He would spend the night whispering to me how sorry he is, telling me that he hates himself for how he's acting, and want to hold me, squeeze me more like it. He wouldn't even ask about sex or try to start anything, he would just hold me and whisper about how sorry he was. And although I appreciated seeing him learn how to apologize when he's done wrong and pissed me off, this was starting to be a bit much.

Currently I was in the shower, waiting for Draco to drop another cold spell and come apologize, I didn't eat at dinner and when he asked me why, before I could even answer him, he told me it didn't matter because no matter what he said, I wouldn't listen. I was just trying to tell him that I hadn't ate because I was waiting for him and wanted to go together, a lot of our latest 'arguments' were centred around eating, which wasn't helping me in the slightest. 

I was waiting for one of the better parts of everyone, the part where he would storm off for a couple hours before showing up again, I had no idea where we would go, a part of me always thought he was with another girl. Maybe that's why he felt so suddenly guilty but had no interest in sex.

It hurt when he snapped at me, reminded me of my father, but I knew he must have been hurting and that something was the matter. I had slipped up and hurt myself the other night, one razor cut in the shower and he saw one night when he was crawling into bed after telling me how bad he felt for getting short with me. He spent the night whispering to me how bad he felt, he blamed himself for it, and although I denied it, if he hadn't been so mean to me that day, it wouldn't have been there. 

I washed my body in the shower, my hair had been cleaned yesterday, so this was just a nice body shower to pass the time and get clean before bed. And just like every other night, when I exited the showers in my pjs, he was sitting on my bed, looking sad. "I really didn't mean to say that earlier." He tells me, putting his hand out for mine, I walk over and hold his hand. Letting him do his apology. "I know I've been a bad boyfriend recently, and I'm very sorry. I even brought you something to eat, seeing that I probably ruined your dinner." He whispers, everyone else in the dorm was asleep already. 

"Thank you for apologizing." I whisper, giving him a little smile, not wanting him to beat himself up too much. "Will you eat a little?" He asks, I nod, knowing he would blame if himself if I didn't. He had brought me some soup in a little bowl, and a bun. I quickly drank my soup, I was fairly hungry. "Bedtime?" He asks, I nod as I roll into bed beside him, these beds were so small that we slept pressing into each other. 

"Want to tell me why you've been so all over the place recently?" I ask, he shakes his head. "I'm alright, I'm just sorry." He whispers against my head, the same thing he had told me every night. "You smell so nice." He tells me, taking a big inhale right by my head and sighing as he pulled me in closer. "I just got out of the shower." I answer, he shakes his head. "Your hair, it smells like you." He answers, kissing the top of my head. "How are you feeling?" I ask, wondering if tomorrows lab would be ruined by his attitude. 

"I feel bad, I haven't been very good to you lately." He answers, sounding sad. "I'm trying to do better, I really am, it's just been a weird couple of days, I promise I'm going to make it up to you." He whispers, I shake my head. "You don't have to make anything up to me, I just want to know that you're okay, clearly something is wrong." I whisper back, he nods. "It's just one of those rough patches, I promise." He whispers back, his voice softer than before. I didn't mean to point out how different he was, but he was throwing me curve balls every single day.