Amortentia

Chapter 7: A Touch of Tension

As the days passed, the tension between Harry and Draco only seemed to mount.

In the dimly lit dungeon classroom, Harry and Draco found themselves once again facing each other, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.

"Shall we get started, Malfoy?" Harry muttered, his voice terse as he braced himself for another grueling session.

Draco nodded curtly, though his mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of their last encounter and the lingering sense of unease that hung between them like a shroud.

As they worked through the potion assignment, their hands brushed against each other more than once, sending sparks of electricity coursing through their veins.

Draco's heart pounded in his chest, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the warmth of Harry's touch linger against his skin.

"Watch it, Potter," Draco snapped, his voice tinged with irritation as he pulled away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Harry flushed crimson, his own heart racing as he avoided Draco's gaze, his fingers trembling with unspoken desire.

The tension between them was palpable, thick with longing and unresolved longing as they danced around the truth of their feelings.

And as the tutoring session drew to a close, Harry found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Draco's, his heart aching with a longing he couldn't deny.

"Thanks for the help, Malfoy," Harry muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he gathered his things.

Draco nodded in response, though his mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Harry and the undeniable pull he felt towards him.

"I feel this tension between us." Draco said to blaise as he was now in their dorm after the tutoring session with potter.

Draco's eyes widened in shock at Blaise's blunt assessment, his cheeks flushing crimson as he sputtered in protest.

"Sexual tension? Blaise, are you mad?" Draco exclaimed, his voice tinged with embarrassment as he glanced around the Slytherin common room, hoping no one had overheard their conversation.

Blaise chuckled, unfazed by Draco's reaction as he leaned back in his chair with a knowing smirk. "Come on, Draco," he teased, his tone teasing yet knowing. "You can't deny there's something between you and Potter. It's practically crackling in the air whenever you're together."

Draco's cheeks burned even hotter at Blaise's words, though a part of him couldn't deny the truth in them. "That's ridiculous," he protested weakly, though his voice lacked conviction.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening into a grin as he regarded Draco with a mixture of amusement and affection. "Sure it is, mate," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just keep telling yourself that."

And as Draco stewed in embarrassment, unable to shake the feeling that Blaise might be onto something, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps blaise was right.