16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 6:

*Third person p.o.v*

At the end of class, Harry felt as though he couldn't breathe when he got up from his seat.

He could feel Malfoy staring at the back of his head as he walked out of class, trying to look normal.

The potion was making him two times more sensitive, he'd discovered.

When Malfoy had touched him, Harry's mind had completely submitted to the feeling of the pleasure he was receiving, and could only bring himself to think of the fact that it was Malfoy who was touching him. He didn't care about the fact that he was in the middle of a class, or about the fact people could see him. 

"Potter," Malfoy grabbed his arm before Harry could walk out of the classroom.

When Harry turned and looked up at Malfoy he felt.. Nothing?

Before Malfoy could get to say whatever he wanted to say, Harry breathed; "It worked."

"What?" Asked Malfoy, sounding slightly taken aback, letting go of his upper-arm.

Harry's arm didn't burn even though he'd let go, much to Harry's surprise.

"It worked. I don't feel anything." Harry grinned at him, and then looked down at his own arm in amazement. He didn't feel any burning, nor was his body reacting at the way Malfoy was so close. 

"Normally my wrist would've burned if you had let go, but I don't feel anything. I feel normal." Harry looked back up at him, still wearing the same grin.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow at him, and Harry's smile faltered slightly at the uninterested look on his face. 

"..That's.. Good?"

Harry tilted his head as he looked up at him, "I thought you would be a little bit more excited."

Malfoy only gazed at him, looking unimpressed and bored. "I am." He said shortly.

Harry glared at him, the smile on his face quickly disappearing entirely. "I suppose you don't get it. After all it's not you this is all happening to—"

"Is there a problem here?" Professor Sprout suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Looking around them, both Malfoy and Harry noticed everyone else had left, except for Parkinson and Zabini who were standing in the door frame, waiting for them.

"Sorry, professor." Said Harry politely, before walking out of the classroom with Malfoy following him.

Continuing to walk down the hall, trying to get to their next class, Harry was getting slightly more and more irritated.

It was a lot easier to be upset with Malfoy when he didn't feel like pouncing on him.

"Can we talk?" Asked Harry then, looking up at Malfoy.

When Malfoy then looked down at him, Harry grimaced.

..That was weird.

He still found Malfoy undeniably attractive?

"What's there to talk about, Potter?" Asked Malfoy nonchalantly, making Harry scoff.

He couldn't help but look at him in incredulity.

Malfoy was just..

Harry was too tired to argue with him, so shaking his head, he said; "Nothing. Never mind."

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When it was lunchtime, Harry felt, for the first time in 5 days, as if he could engage in Hermione and Ron's conversations.