16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 22:

*Third person p.o.v*

Draco's pov three times in a row? Of course!

Draco opened the door to his and Potter's dorm, and when he spotted Potter by his, not his own, but Draco's bed, he raised his eyebrows.

Potter had his back turned to him, and was wearing a sweatshirt that was most certainly not his own.

It was dark green, and had 'Malfoy 07' Written on the back.

It was too big for him. The sleeves were way too long, and it went to Potter's thighs, grazing his pajama pants.

..Oh, god, Potter looked just..

"Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?" Draco blurted out, and Potter quickly turned around at the sound of his voice.

"What?" Said Potter, "Mine are all dirty and this one was on the chair anyways," Potter waved towards their wooden chair by the desk.

Fuck. Potter was so innocent and Draco was so fucked.

Potter just looked so.. Fuck, okay, Draco had to calm himself now.

He looked almost like he wanted to be Draco's.

Draco had always had a desire to make someone entirely his, and made sure everyone knew that whoever that was, was Draco's. And ever since Potter had grown up to be so damned attractive, Draco had dreamt of Potter wearing his clothes, having hickeys on his neck that Draco had left there, and everyone being aware not to try anything with Potter, because if they did, they knew Draco would kill them.

"It's way too big," Draco pointed out, in hopes Potter would get the hint and take it off. Draco wanted Potter to wear his clothing, of course, especially one that had Draco's name imprinted on it.

But couldn't Potter see how odd it was? Him wearing his sweatshirt?

Wearing each others clothes is something couples do, and even though Potter looked absolutely ravishing, and Draco almost had to restrain himself from just walking over there and begin to grope and touch and kiss Potter, it wasn't something people who were 'just friends' or.. Well, whatever he and Potter were, did.

"I like it," Said Potter then, and casually sat down on Draco's bed. "It smells like you." He smiled so sweetly and innocently, it made Draco's jaw clench.

Potter was messing with him.. Definitely.

Despite the fact that Potter was most likely doing this just to mess with him, or out of pure innocence, the heat in his lower abdomen grew, and more images, that Draco was sure Potter would be disturbed by if he could read his mind, appeared in his head.

"Potter.. What are you doing?" Draco clenched and unclenched his fists. The urge to touch Potter was definitely undying.

"Waiting. I'm tired." Said Potter simply, grabbing the duvet, and crawling under it.

The mental image of Potter with his last name on his back returned, and Draco swallowed hard as he made his way over to the desk instead. Fuck, this stupid fantasy of his was getting out of hand.

"What are you doing?" Came Potter's confused voice from behind him.

Draco pressed a hand against his growing erection in a hurried move, desperately hoping it would just subside. "Er.. Homework."

"Homework? Malfoy, we don't have homework due for another 4 days? I'm tired—"

"You can sleep by yourself, you know?" Draco breathed, closing his eyes and trying — without success— to stop thinking of Potter.