spellbound heart

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨.

yes im back. here to give this oneshot to all my cool children who read this charming book <3

yeah thats it. bye forever i guess lol

Author: MrBenzedrine89

Summary:

Draco is convinced his friend is bisexual -the only problem is, Harry doesn't know it yet. On Draco's birthday, he takes it upon himself, with a little help from a lust potion, to figure out the truth.

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"Happy birthday, Draco."

Draco Malfoy stared across the table at his counterpart. If anyone - anyone told him this time last year he would befriend Harry Potter enough to go out drinking with him for his birthday, he would have indignantly snorted before making some witty remark and going home to fantasize on the subject further with a good wank.

As it were, Harry Potter was seated across from him in the dimly lit lounge pub, sipping idly on butterbeer and grinning like a Cheshire cat. It had been the simplest of things to bond them: Quidditch. A passion for the same team last year's season brought the two opposing forces over their supposed hatred for one another and formed an undeniable friendship in the process. Granger had accepted him into the fold well enough, but Weasley, still harboring the same deep rooted hatred for Draco that he held for the red headed dolt, gave him a shite time on most occasions.

Maybe it's why only Harry offered to take him out for drinks for his twenty-fifth birthday, claiming 'With half of your twenties out the window, you need to go out with a bang.'

Oh, and he planned to. Just not the way Harry planned it. Yes, Draco Malfoy did plan to bang - Harry , that was. He'd already slipped in the lust potion three shots back. All there was left to do was wait for the contents to metabolize into the wizard's system and take effect.

Was it wrong to con Harry this way? Eh, perhaps. But the sod obviously had bisexual tendencies -he just didn't know it yet. Draco recognized the signs; there were the out of the corner stares he would cast when they'd change after a game of quidditch with friends, and the small blushes when Draco would bite his lip or purposefully stare just a tad too long.

And, lest he forget there was the one time, on New Year's Eve, when Draco became so sloshed he tumbled into Harry's lap. Sure, it seemed innocent, but the half-formed erection pressing into Draco's lower spine which gave him the confirmation -Potter had a thing for blokes as well as birds.

The lust potion so strategically placed in Harry's drink would only work on those he found attractive, so, if by night's end, Harry Potter found himself beneath Draco Malfoy, well... Draco would have all the answers he needed.

"You alright?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I am. I'm a Malfoy. We're always better than 'alright'."

"You look like you're ruminating."

"Maybe I am."

Harry shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Feels a bit sparse, doesn't it? None of your friends could make it out tonight?"

"Didn't invite them," Draco admitted, smirking.

He watched his friend's eyebrows turn up in confusion as he opened his mouth to ask why, but then a small, brilliant patch of red crawled up his neck into his cheeks, and he snapped his mouth back shut. Harry sat his mug of butterbeer down on the table and cleared his throat. "It's... hot in here... isn't it?"