Toothpaste (DracoxHarry)

Rose Mint

Draco's POV

I woke up curled against Harry's chest.

I was comfortable but wouldn't mention it if he asked.

His arms were wrapped loosely around my waist and my arms were free to roam.

Part of me wanted to trace his scars but another part of me wanted to shove him off the bed.

Why not be nice for once? You've flung him out of the bed plenty of times. You could always toss him out tomorrow.

I nodded at my thoughts. That was a good idea.

So, I gave in to the kinder temptation.

My fingertips dragged their way up his tanned chest before resting on his sharp collarbones. He sighed in his sleep as I lifted my hands and carefully caressed his cheeks.

My eyes floated over his closed eyes and landed on his scar.

That was what made his life so hard.

I never truly understood it but I knew that, that blemish had Voldemort and his goons after him like cats after mice.

It was all stupid.

How could someone attack a baby? I couldn't grasp why his family were targets to begin with.

None of it made sense.

But everything rested on his shoulders.

My eyes left the mark and flickered to his lips. But why was he so appealing? I couldn't figure it out.

Why couldn't I just hate him forever?

I don't know...maybe I'm doing something right for once.

I stiffened at the voice in my head.

"Harry?" I whispered.

His eyes cracked open. "Hmmm?"

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Get into my head?"

"Dunno. Maybe it was that potion."

"What potion?"

"Soullocker..."

My eyes widened and I jumped out of the bed, waking him fully in the process.

I threw open my trunk and yanked out a potions book my mother gave me for my birthday a few years ago.

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Soullocker Potion

Also known as Soulmate's Liquor
Level of difficulty: 10/10

It bonds together two compatible souls and forces them to sync on multiple levels:

First: Mentally
Second: Emotionally
Third: Physically
Fourth: Spiritually