The Binding Potion- A Drarry Fanfiction

The Binding Potion- Chapter Three

Draco's P.O.V (Monday)

I felt my heart pounding in my chest as Mcgonagall shut the door behind her. I can't believe this is happening, I am binded with Golden Boy for a whole week. Maybe I should just end it now because I know I won't survive this week. I felt a tug at my hand and saw Potter walking towards our luggage. It is too late for me to yell out "Stop!" before I am ungraciously pulled towards the Gryffindor and the events of the potions room repeat themselves except for the fact that I am on top of Potter now. I felt my cheeks heat up, from anger of course..., and I growl

"Whether you like it or not we are binded so you need to stop tugging me around like an animal on a leash!"

I scramble back to my feet after realizing I had yet to get up from above Potter and, due to the bind, Potter follows. Potter steadies himself and then threw me a glare before crossing his arms and frowning. Oh my merlin he really is a child.

"Seriously? Your gonna pout? Grow up Potter! We dug our grave and now we must lie in it. Let's just try to unpack our stuff without falling over again."

I heard a grumble from Golden Boy as we made our way over to our luggage. Unpacking is an awkward and, frankly, irritating process. Potter and I constantly were bumping into each other and bickering over where to go first and who needs to go where. One positive to this headache-inducing process is that we found out it is possible to separate our hands around half an inch when giving it a decent effort. This would at least make it possible to put our arms through both sleeves when changing. Finally, we are both unpacked and mutually agree to sit on the red velvet couch in front of the stonewall fireplace. There is an awkward silence hanging between us but I can sense we both were just too exhausted to be angry about the whole situation anymore. I want to break the silence but am unsure of what to say that wouldn't end up in an argument. Suddenly, the remembrance of the trial after the war pops into my head but I shake it off. Potter had testified in favor of keeping my mother and I out of Azkaban because we saved his life during the war. I had been meaning to thank him for it, but I am not sure if now is the right time. I am not quite ready to thank him for anything just yet. Maybe sometime later this week if the dust settles. My thoughts are interrupted by the voice of Potter asking a question I don't quite catch.

"Come again?"

"So, when dinner comes who should we sit with?"

Ugh, the thought of sitting with Harry's friends made his stomach twist, not with disgust but with guilt. I had heard that one of the Weasley twins had died during the Battle Of Hogwarts and something told me that sitting with Potters hot-heated Weasel friend would not end well. Still, I hadn't really had anyone to sit with since I came back to Hogwarts as Pansy had not come back for 8th year and Blaise isn't my minion like Crabbe and Goyle were, he has other friends.

"We can sit with your... friends... Potter."

It takes a lot of effort to say those words but, even with the dripping disgust in my voice, my answer doesn't any less surprise Golden Boy. His emerald green eyes went wide and his mouth hung open slightly in shock.

"Don't look so surprised Golden Boy or I might change my mind."

"Don't call me that."

"I'll call you whatever I wish"

I internally cringe at that last comment. So far the unspoken truce between Potter and I isn't faring well. Potter puts on an annoyed face but his green eyes shone of excitement at the idea of sitting with his friends. I felt a twinge in my heart; whether it be amusement at Potters excitement or grief that I haven't anyone to cause my eyes to sparkle with excitement at the thought of seeing them, I am not sure.