It's Not A Love Potion (Drarry)

Chapter 4

It took less than two minutes from Draco's leaving of the Great Hall for Potter to catch up with him.

"Malfoy! Hey! Malfoy!"

Draco slowed, bracing himself for the inevitable self-important Gryffindor rant that was sure to follow. "Yeah?" he said, not turning around.

"Malfoy, will you please—" Potter's hand grabbed his elbow. Draco closed his eyes and ignored the sparks of desire that set themselves off like fireworks in his stomach.

"What do you want, Potter?" he asked tightly.

Potter sputtered indignantly. "What do I—you were a complete bastard to Ron this morning!"

Draco opened his eyes and inclined his head in agreement. "Yes. And?"

"And I want you to apologise!"

Draco snorted. "Not likely," he said, and tried to pull his arm out of Potter's grip.

Potter held on tighter.

"No, listen! You said just two days ago that if I helped you with your—your situation then you'd stop being a prick! Well, I helped you! Now stop being a prick!"

The pain of Potter's fingers digging into his arm was starting to overcome the thrill of having Potter touching him, and Draco found himself able to look Potter in the eye without wanting to jump him (much).

"Yeah? Give me one good reason why I should," he said acidly.

Potter's mouth opened and closed like a particularly stupid goldfish in unfortunate spectacles. "To honour your agreement! To be a better person!"

Draco smirked. "I said a good reason, Potter."

Potter's chin jutted out in a determined sort of expression that suddenly had Draco worried. "You want a good reason?" he asked. "Okay, here." And with that, he dragged Draco towards him by the neck of his robes, and kissed him roughly on the mouth.

It was unlike anything Draco had ever felt. If he thought that kissing Potter was good before, then having Potter willingly kiss him was fucking fantastic. His entire being was on fire, his awareness narrowed down to that one point in space where Potter's lips met his. Nothing else could exist beyond this moment, nothing.

And then it was over.

"I await your apology," Potter said coldly, and stalked off down the corridor, leaving Draco slumped and breathless, leaning against the wall for support.

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Resisting Potter shouldn't be too hard, Draco decided, lying on his bed later that day. He'd gone seventeen years without touching Potter, he could manage another month. And just because he was alone in his dormitory at noon on a Saturday while the rest of the school was at lunch, that did not mean he was hiding. He just wasn't hungry.

Ignoring the loud rumble from his stomach, Draco figured that now would be a good time to get on top of his homework and keep his mind busy. He reached under his bed and pulled out his half-finished Charms essay.

Four hours later, and he had eaten his way through all of his chocolate stash, finished his last piece of homework, and was now puzzling over 13 down in the Prophet crossword.

"How am I supposed to know this?" he muttered to himself. "Communication... communication... Transmission, maybe? Nah, too many letters. Hmm..."

The door to the dormitory suddenly burst open and a girl with short dark hair and a too-short skirt strolled in.