Drarry - It Was All Just a Game (REWRITE - MATURE VERSION)

CHAPTER 30 - LIQUID LUCK

They finished writing out the script for Plan Damage Beyond Repair by four in the morning and after plenty of arguments and tears from Draco. "I don't want to do this. I don't want to hurt him!"

"You have to. You don't have a choice anymore."

Then, they planned what to do in the meantime.

The first phase of Plan Damage Beyond Repair, or Plan DBR (which was not nearly as catchy as The Plan to Seduce Potter) was to make a life with Harry really fun and enjoyable. Business as usual so that Harry wouldn't be suspicious that anything strange happened over summer.

The second part of the plan involved planting seeds, giving things for Harry to worry about and conclude that it was all fake, if it was ever needed. Really, Plan DBR was a backup, Draco never wanted Harry to find out, though that seemed impossible given he had to sneak in Death Eaters into the castle by the end of the year and assassinate the Headmaster.

Draco dreaded entering phase two, so instead of thinking about what he had to do eventually, he got to work on having fun with Harry. In calculated doses. That he controlled. On his terms.

Why is life going to be so hard now?  Loving Harry was as natural as breathing, but now... now it felt like Draco was being choked. 

"Ah, Harry, meh boy! Welcome. Thought you weren't coming. Grab your things and join us all," Slughorn cheered merrily.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. This was Advanced Potions. Harry wasn't supposed to be here. Harry had a free period. They'd talked about it last night before they left. He wasn't meant to see Harry until Wednesday in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and then on Friday for their date.

"Actually Professor, I didn't think I was eligible to take this course and I'm afraid I've come unprepared."

Wait. He enrolled? That means he gets to see Harry?

That means he gets to see Harry.

Which means there was an extra hour and a half where things weren't on his terms.

No no no. This will be so awkward.

"That's fine," Slughorn said. "Just take what you need from the cupboard. Now class, can someone please pick out what this potion is?"

Draco didn't listen. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Harry and Weasley, who wrestled in the corner. He caught himself staring at Harry's arse—stop it! You're losing control.

His eyes fell to the floor in guilt because he felt he didn't deserve to enjoy his boyfriend in such a way, not with what he'd seen and what'd he done. Therefore, he only looked back up when the pair broke apart and Weasley turned around with a smirk of success on his face while Harry sneered with a ratted book in his hands.

Just as he did, Harry's scent overcame Draco. At first, Draco questioned how it was so overwhelming with Harry standing so far away. Even when they were kissing, cuddling, sleeping next to each other, it was never this overpowering. And then it mixed with all sorts of lovely smells. Apples, vanilla, Harry's stupid shampoo, Harry's musk and sweat, and chocolate cake from his childhood.

"This is a love potion that works according to one's smell that attracts them," Granger explained. Thank Merlin. He wasn't crazy. "For example, I smell freshly mown grass, new parchment and spearmint toothpaste..." A swirling magenta tornado whirled out of the open pot in front of the group. Draco met Harry's eyes, which were wild and remained fixed on Draco.

Oh no. He smelled him. They smelled each other.

Not in control. Not in control.

Slughorn covered the cauldron, and Draco's ability to concentrate returned. Harry's eyes remained fixed on him. Damn it, he was so... fuck.