"I can't breathe when I'm around you." Draco blurts out one day. Harry looks up from his lesson plan.
"Is my breath really that bad?" He grins devilishly.
Stupid Potter.
Stupid friendship.
Stupid feelings. And most of all, stupid Draco for not seeing this one coming.
"F***you." Draco glares.
"You want to shag? It must be Monday!" Harry cheers, going back to his work.
"Not what I meant you idiot."
"I know what you meant." Harry keeps his eyes down. Draco stands.
"I'll be in my office." He goes to the door. "And I only like shagging on Thursday."
