16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 2:

*Third person p.o.v*

The first night went well.

"Malfoy, you're snoring!"

"Shut up!"

"Stay still, you're making noise!"

"Oh shove off, Malfoy! Maybe if it wasn't so bloody cold in this dorm I'd be able to lay still without freezing to death!"

"Do me a favor and stay still!"

But at least Harry hadn't pounced on him in his sleep, even though the potion was giving him these ugly images at the thought of Malfoy only being a few meters away from him.

Well.. Those ugly images caused Harry to fall asleep hard.

Harry sat down beside Ron, running a hand exhaustively over his face in the process. "Malfoy is such a prat! I didn't get any sleep because of him."

Ron grimaced, watching Harry pick up his cutlery. "Please don't tell me it was because you guys were.."

Harry looked at him momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows.

When he then understood what Ron had been hinting at, he made the exact same face as Ron. "Merlin, no." Said Harry dismissively. He then looked back at the Slytherin table, studying Malfoy's features, dreamily. "Merlin, no.." He sighed.

Ron cleared his throat, awkwardly. "Then why weren't you able to sleep?"

"Well, first of all," Harry started, having to tear his eyes away from Malfoy, much to his dismay, to look at Hermione and Ron. "He was snoring. Second of all, he was complaining about my lack of ability to stay still, third of all, my mind was killing me."

Hermione gave him a pitied frown. "I understand, Harry. Yesterday, after you and Malfoy had been assigned your dorm, I went to the library to study a bit about it—"

Harry looked at Ron, raising his eyebrows.

Ron snorted in return.

"—And found out a little about it. It seems awful." Hermione finished.

Ron and Harry tried to hold their laughter back. It was so typical Hermione. "Well, what'd you find out 'Mione?"

Hermione looked between them before answering, "Don't give each other that look. You knew I'd study about it." She said, sending them both a displeased look.

"Right, but seriously, what'd you find out?" Harry decided it was time to continue his Malfoy-watching.

"Well, first off, no matter how much you despise the person you're gonna be attracted to them, whilst the effects of the potion are lingering in you."

"Yeah, that we've already sort of figured out on our own." Ron piped up, making Harry scoff, nodding.

Hermione glared at Ron, "Anyway.. I also read something about having no rationality. Meaning if Malfoy actually were to rape you, you would.. Well.. Enjoy it."

Ron grimaced again, as Harry nodded, staring at Malfoy still.

"—And after any slight touch you will crave more of it. The exact touch. For example if Malfoy accidentally touched your face, you would crave his touch on your face.. A lot."

"And.. If you were to.. Give in to the urge," Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione, gaping. "You would be wanting to— Well — Give in, twice as much after."

Harry quickly spoke, "That wouldn't happen. I wouldn't let that happen."

"It's just hypothetically, Harry." Said Hermione, giving him a small smile.