16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 5:

*Third person p.o.v*

(The first scene is in Harry's pov since that's where we left off last chapter, but the next scenes are Draco's pov as it usually would be.)

Malfoy almost fell backwards as Harry pressed his body against his, continuing to eagerly kiss the other boy even though he wasn't kissing back.

When Harry then tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to kiss him properly, Malfoy, to Harry's surprise and desire, started kissing him back.

Sighing, Harry kept one hand cupping Malfoy's cheek, and the other found its way to his hair.

Harry had a thing for Malfoy's hair, just like he had a thing for his delicate fingers. His hair was soft, and was relatively nice to look at, if you asked Harry. 

Malfoy placed his hands on Harry's hips as he swiped his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Malfoy's hands were cold, Harry could tell even through his trousers. 

Wanting nothing more than to snog Malfoy until he was breathless, Harry parted his lips, welcoming his tongue.

When Malfoy's tongue started exploring his mouth, Harry found himself wanting to pull Malfoy as close as possible.

And so he did.

Chest to chest, Harry moaned lowly into Malfoy's mouth as he tugged on his hair.

Malfoy groaned in return, pulling away.

Panting as he tried to catch his breath, Harry took very vivid notice of how Malfoy's hands hadn't left his hips.

"You have a thing for my hair, huh, Potter?" Malfoy broke the comfortable silence. 

Harry smiled, and found himself wondering if it was the first time he'd smiled genuinely around Malfoy, "Shut up."

Harry kissed him again, continuing to run his fingers through his hair.

Malfoy's hands tightened on Harry's hip bones, and Harry felt as though he might faint.

Oh, god.

Harry couldn't get enough of him.

Kissing, licking and biting at each other's lips until both their lips were red and swollen, it was Harry's turn to pull away.

But instead of looking Malfoy in the face, Harry rested his forehead against his chest, his breathing slowly going back to normal.

As if Harry was dreaming, Malfoy placed a hand on his back, drawing soothing circles on it.

"I can still feel the potion." Harry breathed against Malfoy's shirt, ignoring the effect Malfoy's delectable cologne had on him.

"What?"

Harry pulled back from his chest, looking him in the eyes, "I told you that if I got what I wanted, the effects of the potion would disappear for a short amount of time. But it's still there." Harry frowned.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, his hand leaving Harry's back.

"You think Snape was wrong?"

Harry thought for a moment, "..No? He couldn't possibly have been—" Then, it hit Harry.

Malfoy obviously saw how Harry's facial features changed, "What? What is it?"

Harry's hands slid off the back of his neck, and Malfoy pulled the hand that was still resting on Harry's hip back to himself as well, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing! I.. I'll be right back." Harry quickly said, walking away from Malfoy at a quick pace, and opening the door.

"Potter—" Malfoy tried, but Harry closed the door in his face, catching the utterly confused look that had spread on his features just before.