Drarry Drabbles

Amortentia Part 3 (Final)

Harry P.O.V.

Harry wandered into the library a few minutes before noon the next day, ready to talk to Ginny, but when he got to the agreed table, he found it vacated.

No matter, he thought, he was early, he would just wait for her to arrive.

Luckily for him she shortly after him, what he wasn't counting on however, was her cursing him from behind.

"Wha- Ginny!" he protested in horror, flipping his hand over to watch as "Draco Malfoy" was etched across his palm in loopy black handwriting.

"It's for your own good, Harry." Ginny sighed, avoiding his reproachful gaze, "Trust me when I say you won't regret it."

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one with your crush's name tattooed across your hand!" Harry stormed from the library, knowing that there was no way he'd be able to keep it from Ron and Hermione now.

In fifth year, when Umbridge had tortured him with her demon quill it had taken Hermione what, like, three hours to notice? And that was without it being the result of a well known curse making its way around the school.

Harry cursed, pacing back and forth in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, holding his right hand in his left, carefully balling it up in a fist so that the writing wasn't visible.

"Harry?"

He wheeled around to come face to face with the two people he was trying his hardest to avoid. Ron seemed concerned, and Hermione on the verge of calling Madam Pomphrey.

Hermione of course immediately noticed as he attempted to hide his hands behind his back.

"You got hit by the curse, didn't you?"

He winced guiltily, and brought his hands out in front of him, still balled up in a fist, "Look," he began, "you're not going to like who it is..."

Hermione and Ron shared a knowing glance, "Harry," Hermione began, "no matter whose name is written on your hand, we won't judge you."

Ron nodded, "Yeah mate, no worries."

Harry took a deep breath and opened his hand.

They had barely glanced at the name on his hand before Ron threw up his arms in exasperation, "Unbelievable."

Hermione was smirking with one hand held out in front of her.

"Unbelievable." Ron was still muttering, and he deposited a galleon into his girlfriend's clutches.

"Wha- you bet on the fact that I had a crush on Malfoy!?" Harry demanded, his fears all but forgotten.

"Harry," Hermione was shaking her head, "we've had this bet going since sixth year."

"And just because I lost, doesn't mean I don't support you, mate." Ron jumped in.

Despite the injustice of the situation, Harry felt relief well up inside of him, "Thank you guys, for being so supportive."

They enveloped him in a bear hug, leaving no room for any sort of doubt that they truly supported him one hundred percent.

"Um, Harry?" Hermione broke away from the hug with a sudden thought, "What are you going to do in potions tomorrow?"

Harry's eyes widened in horror, "Shit."

Draco P.O.V.

Draco sat forlornly in the potions room the next Monday, waiting for his partner to show up, and dreading the moment he would.