Drarry- It Was All Just a Game (Old Version)

Chapter 36- Liquid Luck

The first day of classes were spent in yawns, as Draco didn't get any sleep the previous night. What was he supposed to do about Harry? All he could think about was the events of the previous night, the kisses, the laughs, the way Harry's thigh was warm up against his, hands held, touches, tongues, stories.

But how could he be so dumb to let things go well? They were supposed to be drifting. That was supposed to work. Harry wouldn't care about him any more. Harry wouldn't pester him or question him or ask him if he was okay. His arm wouldn't burn anymore because he wouldn't go near Harry because everything would be awkward between them and they would want to avoid each other.

And staying with Harry meant he'd have to lie, and he'd lied plenty before, but not to Harry. He told Harry everything. He trusted Harry. For the most part. And there was no denying, Harry had become his best friend, and no one would ever replace that. Ever.

And no matter what, Harry wouldn't be anymore. They had to break up. Draco would lose him one way or another. That thought made his stomach turn over.

Draco thought all of this through in his first advanced potions class. Slughorn rambled on about different potions and safety procedures that pertained to his class, but Draco couldn't care less. But then--

"Harry meh boy! Welcome! Thought you weren't coming. Grab your things and join us all," Draco heard Slughorn say.

When Harry spoke, chills went up Draco's spine. His voice did something to him-- his voice-- "Actually professor, I didn't think I was eligible to take the course and I'm afraid I've come unprepared."

Idiot, Draco rolled his eyes. Wait... does this mean that Draco and Harry had a class together? That means he gets to see Harry!

That means he gets to see Harry...

Which means he's going to have to see his face after the break up. And it'll be awkward.

"Well that's fine, just take what you need from the cupboard. Now class can somebody please pick out what this potion is-" Slughorn continued, but Draco didn't pay attention-- He was more interested in the pair that wrestled in the corner for a book. Draco caught himself checking out Harry's arse with a smirk and immediately stared at the floor, swallowing guilt.

Damn it, don't get close to him.

But then Draco couldn't help get close to him because damn it, he smelled so good. He smelled so wonderful and safe and musky and Draco had to think of his Mark to keep himself from smiling. Merlin, it was so strong and beautiful and it was Harry. Just like Harry in the matter. But the strength was what got Draco. Harry stood all the way across the room, and even when they had their shirts off-- which thinking about made Draco's stomach jump--and were kissing each other-- mhm, Harry's lips-- the scent was never that overwhelming.

Draco didn't realize he let out a whimper, and that Harry was staring at him with a smirk. And that's what brought him back to reality. There was an open pot with pink liquid oozing from the top, air above it swirling in a magenta tornado.

"This is a love potion, and it works according to ones' smell that attracts them. For examples smell freshly mown grass, and spearmint toothpaste." Hermione explained, secretly helping out Draco. It was weird to think about, having your boyfriend be your favorite scent out of all the different odors in the world.

Draco glanced back at Harry, and Harry winked at him, causing Draco's skin to stand on edge. He had to bite back a moan in hope to go unnoticed. No one had, for they were all enticed by their favorite smell.

Thankfully Slughorn covered the cauldron or else his ability to concentrate- well there would be none.

"Sir you haven't explained that one to us yet." A Gryffindor said, which Draco didn't really have the name for, nor cared. All he worried about was Harry who was standing on the exact opposite side of the room. Poor kid is going to get his heart broken...