The spell ➤ drarry |COMPLETED|

Dumbledores office

Harry sighed and walked out of the bathroom, seeing Draco standing to the doorway. They went back to Draco's bed and sat down, Harry cuddling up to Draco's side.

"I hate this," Harry mumbled.

"Me too," Draco sighed. "But we have to deal with it. And I think we have to go down to Dumbledore soon. So c'mon and get up," Draco said as he picked Harry up and off of the bed.

The two boys exited the dorm, walking down the hallway to Dumbledore's office. "Lemon drops," Harry spoke. The defense put on the entrance let Harry and Draco in, who gladly went up the stairs and to his office.

"Hello boys,"

"Hello professor," Harry and Draco said in unison.

"Please, sit," Dumbledore told them, gesturing for them to sit. When they did so, Dumbledore got out a jar. "Care for a lemon drop, Harry?"

"No thank you, professor," Harry told him, slightly confused. "Why didn't Draco get offered one?"

"Well dear boy he has a lemon allergy," Dumbledore told him.

Draco snickered at Harry's flaming face. "I just get nauseous and stuff. Nothing fatal,"

"Oh," Harry mumbled, sitting back in his chair. "Well what are we doing here?"

"We're here to discuss the current situation, of course," Dumbledore told them.

"Now boys, it appears that you been hit with a mystery spell of some sort. It doubles as lust and harming. If you are not within two feet of each other, you will recover pain and discomfort. Poppy is trying to find out what spell it is and how we can get rid of it,"

Throughout the whole speech, Harry slowly inched his hand closer to Draco's. They intertwined their fingers and grasped each other's hands firmly as they listened to their superior.

"I'm excusing you from all of your classes until this issue is resolved. You have a small kitchen in your room, Draco. So you can eat there and stay in your dorm until this spell either wears off or gets cured," Dumbledore said softly. Draco nodded.

"Then I'll let you two leave,"

Draco and Harry got up, not letting go of their hands. They only tightened their grip on each other. Draco bright Harry back to his dorm, but heard frantic footsteps behind them.

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy!" The voice called. Harry and Draco recognized it as Madame Pomfrey's voice.

They turned their heads and saw Madame Pomfrey running after them. She caught up to them and hauled them to an abandoned classroom.

"I know what the spell is,"