16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 27:

*Third person p.o.v*

Draco hesitated. "..Sure."

Potter just liked holding hands and cuddling?

Draco had been so overly convinced that Potter was cuddling up to him and holding hands with him because it helped with the effects of the lust potion.

But now Potter was telling him that he was voluntarily cuddling with Draco, and holding his hand?

Draco had figured that Potter maybe liked it, because, well, Potter seemed to want to cuddle and hold hands all the time, but he also figured that it was partly because of the potion, that he wanted to do it all the time.

"How many boys have you given blow-jobs?" Asked Potter then, of course. He had no filter sometimes.

Draco thought for a second. Not because he didn't know how many, but wondering whether or not he should answer. "Three." Answered Draco shortly, deciding that he should answer. It would shut Potter up, so Draco figured it was the better option.

Potter gaped at him, "Three without counting me?"

"Three with you." Said Draco quickly. "My turn, did you ever go out with Diggory?"

Potter blinked at him behind his glasses, before suddenly frowning. "No. The third task approached before and.." He trailed off.

Draco should probably be focusing on feeling bad for him, or sorry for him or whatever, but he couldn't bring himself to. He was too damned jealous.

"But you were going to?" Asked Draco, and Potter looked at him with a newfound sad and confused look in his eyes.

"I don't know. I was confused. I didn't know who I liked then."

And Potter liked men and women.

For some reason, Draco was kind of pissed off at Potter for not having made that clear before.

He'd told Potter he was gay, and yet, Potter didn't trust him enough to tell him that he was into both the male and female gender?

And Draco had somehow also been under the impression this entire time that Potter was seemingly straight, when he wasn't under the influence of the lust potion.

"Malfoy.." Draco could feel Potter's hold on his hand tighten again. "What's wrong?"

Draco couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before.

Of course Potter wasn't straight.

If Potter was straight, surely he would've been gagging and be absolutely repelled after the effects had washed off due to satisfying his needs, and not wanted to simply just cuddle and talk after.

Draco had figured that everything else, when he'd slept in his bed, held his hand, sat and walked so close to him, was all just because of the lust potion.

But Potter wasn't under the influence right after, and yet, he still wanted to be close to Draco, and be with him.

Draco's heart rate picked up a bit.

"Malfoy," Potter tugged impatiently on his shirt, trying to regain his attention.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Potter's frown deepened, and Draco couldn't help but feel bad at the demanding tone he'd accidentally used, when he saw just how sad Potter looked now.

"I've never really told anyone, until recently. I told Hermione and Ron mere days ago. I've never really found it necessary to tell anyone." Potter's gaze dropped to Draco's chest, his voice low.