One Taste Was All It Took - Drarry

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(Published: 3/23/17)

Harry's POV:

I woke up feeling so comfortable and relaxed, that at first I didn't notice the arms draped around my sides, or the fact that I was laying on someone's chest. They were warm, and smelled like hair gel.
Draco.
I looked up, and confirmed my suspicion, finally the details of last night returning to me.
I rubbed my eyes and moved to try and check the time, when Draco mumbled something.
"Go back to sleep Harry." He said, sounding tired, and I did as I was told, laying back down on the couch we had slept on, (which had magically grown thanks to the Room of Requirement) and found an unbelievably comfortable place to rest my head in the crook of Draco's neck.
He seemed to already be fast asleep, and I found it easy to follow in his footsteps.

~time skip - one hour ~

Draco's POV:

I woke up groggily to find Harry sleeping soundly beside me. Damn. When I get my hands on Blaze...
Thank god it's a Saturday, or Harry and I would both be screwed.
"Harry." I said, shaking his shoulder a bit to wake him up. "Harry wake up."
"Mm?" Harry mumbled, before rubbing his eyes like a sleepy child would. "What time is it?" He asked.
"I don't know." I said, and a cloak appeared on the wall in front of us. I sighed. "We slept past breakfast. We should get going. Everyone will be wondering were we are."
"Can't we stay a bit longer?" Harry asked sleepily. He still hadn't moved from his place on my chest.
"No, we still have to pack, and I have something I need to talk to Blaise about before it gets too late in the day." I told him, and he hesitantly stood, walking towards the door, me at his heels, anxious to get out of the room and break Blaise's nose.
"I'll see you later then?" Harry asked.
"Of course." I replied, then I made my way down the corridor and towards the Slytherin common room.
When I got there, I wasn't at all surprised to find Blaise patiently waiting for me in one of the leather chairs. I couldn't wait to knock that cocky smirk off of his stupid, pointless, good-for-nothing face.
"I didn't see you in the dormitories last night." He commented. "Mind filling me in?"
"What was the potion?" I asked in a low, threatening voice, though I had a pretty good guess as to the answer.
"Oh," he said, "you know, just a simple lust potion. Something to help you out with that little Potter problem. So, what did you do last night?"
Taking a calming breath (one that didn't work in the slightest) I tried my best to keep my voice level as I answered. "Absolutely nothing happened last night." I replied, and it wasn't a complete lie. Nothing like that happened at least. "I couldn't find Harry, thank god."
"Oh really..." said Blaise, the smirk still on his face. "Well, I didn't see Potter at breakfast. Where do you suppose he was?"
I shrugged, trying to play it off. "Probably wasn't hungry."
"And where were you?"
"Not that it's any of your business," I said coldly. "But I was busy, under the influence of that dreadful potion, trying to figure out how I could get into the Gryffindor common room until it wore off. Then I went to the library to look up a hex efficient enough to punish you." That last part came out cold and harsh. Just as I had wanted it to.
Only then did Blaise begin to look a bit concerned.
"You wouldn't." He said.
"Try me." I challenged him.
And with that, I turned on my heals and walked out of the common room and towards the kitchen to try and find something to eat for a late breakfast.

Sorry for the short chapter guys. Hope you enjoyed!