Drarry - It Was All Just A Game (REWRITE - CLEAN 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 life with Harry really fun and enjoyable. To the point where it made Harry stupid. To the point where the seeds Draco had to plant would just slip past Harry like it was nothing—but if the time ever came where they were needed, surely Harry would reap them, and it would pose as evidence that Draco was faking it, further convincing Harry to hate him.

It was based on a simple principle: when you're happy, the nuances slip past. People can get away with way more when there's no conflict. Comfort and safety were distractions.

Such as last night, when Draco punched him in the nose as a cover-up, and Harry was so happy to see him, he forgave him on the spot. Truly, happiness was a weakness. That's what Draco's father taught him. That's what Harry erased. And now, Draco had to relearn it. Happiness is weakness. Love is weakness.

Harry wouldn't notice or penalize him because he loved him too much to worry about small behavioral changes, which would then turn into gradual manipulations. That was the second phase of the plan, which Draco didn't look forward to.

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.

"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. The breakup 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. Draco caught himself staring at Harry's arse—stop it! You're losing control.

His eyes fell to the floor in guilt, and 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, and 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 cotton, 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 bit his lip and met Harry's eyes, which were wild and remained fixed on Draco.