16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 33:

*Third person p.o.v*

When Harry woke up, he reached behind himself almost automatically, expecting to find Malfoy behind him.

But when his hand hit the mattress instead, Harry frowned deeply, remembering what had happened.

"Mate?"

Harry reached over for his glasses, but instead felt and saw the blurry version of Ron placing them on the bridge of his nose. "Here you go,"

Harry looked up at Ron, who was smiling gently at him. "How are you feeling?"

Harry yawned, sitting up in his bed as Ron watched him very intently. "I'm fine." Said Harry.

Ron sat down next to him on his bed, "You sure? Not dizzy anymore? Still tired?"

Harry smiled at how concerned Ron was for him. "I'm fine. Really. I don't feel anything out of the ordinary." He ran a hand through his messy hair.

"That's good," Said Ron, slowly nodding along, and Harry could tell he was feeling relieved though he was trying not to show it. "Do you still feel.. You know." He trailed off.

And then, Harry realized that even though he was away from Malfoy, he didn't feel like certain spots on his body was burning with arousal or felt as though it was sort of tingling, nor was he feeling uncomfortable or.. Well, aroused.

"No." Harry answered, unable to cover up the disappointed tone in his voice.

Maybe there had been just a little part of him that hoped the antidote hadn't worked for some reason so he had to move back in with Malfoy, as stupid as that sounds.

"That's.." Ron studied Harry's facial expression, "Good?" He said, questioningly.

Ron could read him like a book, he always could. He knew Harry too well. And Harry knew Ron could tell he wasn't feeling spectacular.

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "What time is it?"

Ron looked at the clock on his own nightstand. "It's only eleven. You've been asleep for about forty-five minutes." He said, turning back to Harry and giving him a half-hearted smile.

"And you've been here?" Asked Harry then, raising his eyebrows at him.

"Had to make sure you were okay, right?" Ron's smile widened, and Harry couldn't help but feel sort of bad that he always managed to make Hermione and Ron so worried. They cared way too much about him. "Do you think you can go to lunch, though? I'm sure 'Mione is more than excited to hear how you've slept." He chuckled, and Harry grinned at him.

"I think I can go. Can't disappoint her now, can I?"

Ron patted his shoulder, "Of course not." Then, his hand went from his shoulder to the collar of his sweater, tugging it a bit down. "Might want to use a glamour again, though."

Harry was sure he couldn't possibly have blushed more. "What?" He stuttered nervously.

Ron had a mischievous look on his face. "The glamour. It wore off when you fell asleep. At first, I was worried if you were having an allergic reaction or something along the lines and I was about to call on Hermione. But then I saw the bite marks."

Harry was very obviously not looking Ron in the eyes on purpose, his eyes fixated on his own hands. "I.. I just.. You know," Harry struggled, now feeling all too embarrassed.

"As long as it's not an allergic reaction, I'm not too concerned." Ron laughed as Harry hesitantly dared to look him in the eyes again.

"Could you not tell Hermione?" Harry's voice was small with embarrassment, "Please?"