The Binding Potion- A Drarry Fanfiction

The Binding Potion- Chapter Ten

Draco's P.O.V (Wednesday)

Light shines into the room from a nearby window, awakening me from my slumber. I sit up and yawn, stretching both my arms into the air out of habit. It isn't until I see something shift from the corner of my eye followed by annoyed grumbling did I remember my hand is bound to Potter's. Oops. He sits up as well, rubbing his eyes groggily while letting out a yawn. My cheeks tinge pink at the sight of his bedhead. I thought his hair couldn't get any messier but I guess I was wrong. Stupid Potter, why did he have to be so adorable. I quickly run my hands through my own hair to temporarily correct it. My thoughts are focused on last night's events. I had forgiven Potter as I could see he was really sorry for what he had said. I always thought that being the Golden Boy would be a gift from the heavens but I never thought about what it has cost him. It seems we both aren't too different after all in regards to our pasts. One other thing about last night has caught my attention though. Potter had acted quite strange after his breakdown. Although it was likely from embarrassment caused by the thought that he had broken down in front of his long time enemy, I know I was embarrassed when I did that, I also feel like there might be... another reason. I don't dare even think it as I don't want to get my hopes up, but I might want to run some... experimental tests... to test my theory. Nothing major, since the last thing I want is Potter finding out about my feelings. We just got into a comfortable state, I'm not going to screw that up. Still... my curiosity is to inflated to just do nothing. For now, I act normal.

"Alright Potter, we gotta get ready"

He mumbled in response and we both get off the bed. As we make our way over to the wardrobe, I catch a whiff of something awful.

"What is that?" I ask with blatant disgust written all over my face.

Potter scrunches up his nose as well,

"I'm not su-"

I look at him confused, he seems to have a look of utter panic spreading across his face.

"What is it Potter?" I ask, attempting to smother the annoyance rising within me as he remains silent for many more moments.

"Well... uh... we haven't exactly showered in a while"

Potter's statement hit me like a bludger. F*** he's right. My face burns and it feels as though I'm squirming in my own skin. No way can I handle that, there has to be another way. I scan my mind for any spells that might help and I can feel myself sag in relief as I remember one. I turn to tell Potter I have another way but stop abruptly as I see his face. His tan skin tone hides it a bit, but the red rising in his cheeks and his awkward shuffling set off alarm bells in my head. Maybe my theory isn't too out there after all... still, I am not quite ready to take anything too seriously. There could be many other explanations for Potter's behavior. I also am not quite ready to shower with him as well.

"Oh yeah, that's probably it," I try to remain cool and collected, "Since we don't really have much time to shower we can just use this spell. It's the equivalent of taking a shower"

I study Potter's reaction. He seems to be trying to hide his relief but is not doing very well. His panicked eyes soften and his muscles loosen a bit, but he attempts to keep an unconcerned expression.

"Oh cool, what's the spell?"

His voice is unbothered. If only he was as good at hiding physical body language as he is at concealing his feelings through words and tone. He might of actually convinced me he didn't care. Whatever, enough of analyzing Potter, we need to get to the breakfast hall soon if we want anything to eat.

"Mundet imbrem"

I speak the spell as I tap the tip of my wand to my head. Any sweat, smell, grease, or grime disappears from my body and I can't help but smile at the feeling of being clean, it's always refreshing. Although, I miss the feeling of hot water. Hot water is the only reason I prefer to shower over using this spell. I should probably just cast the spell on Potter too since he must be unaware of it in the first place.

"Mundet imbrem"

I tap the tip of my wand to Potter's head and relish in the look of surprise on his face.

"Wow, that really does work," he exclaims.

"Of course it does, I am not going to use a faulty spell and walk around smelling like a pile of rubbish all day," I say with playful sarcasm saturating my voice.

Potter rolls his eyes and smiles. We get ready fairly quickly and without much trouble, except for Potter's impatience when I was gelling back my hair.

"Come on you git hurry up! I want breakfast," he states with slight annoyance.

"Hold your tongue Potter, I'll be done soon" I hiss back.

My haircut is different this year, with the sides being shaved while the top is long. Sometimes I gel back the top, but not with as much gel as I used first year, just enough to keep it out of my face. We head down to the breakfast hall and take our seats at the 8th year table. Everyone looks at us expectantly, thinking we are going to tell them what happened, but we remain silent. I smile inwardly to myself, glad that both Potter and I made the mutual agreement not to discuss yesterday's events. Disappointed looks flood the table but no one dares push it any further. I look around the table for Pansy and Blaise, but they are nowhere to be seen. That is until I see them walking into the Great Hall from the corner of my eye. I smile and wave them over. They take their seats and give me the same expectant look at the other 8th years did. I shake my head, silently telling them that it wasn't a topic to be discussed. They look hesitant but don't say anything else on the topic.

"Sooo... how are classes going for your Draco?" Pansy asks awkwardly.

I find myself swallowing my annoyance at Pansy's awkward tone. Everyone else acts awkward when I talk to them, I don't need Pansy to do so as well.

"Very well actually, I find the more complicated magic we are learning to be much more enjoyable to learn" I respond, trying to veer away from any conversations that could make the situation any worse.

"Well that makes one of us," Pansy laughs, "I feel like all my classes are being taught in a different language!"

Pansy, Blaise and I continue to make small talk and, thankfully, the initial awkwardness of the conversation fades into nothingness as we find ourselves lost in each others company. I can't help but be thankful I have anyone who is willing to be my friend after what happened in the years before. Soon, Blaise and Pansy start conversing among themselves. Pansy is smiling and giggling while Blaise throws flirty comments her way. I smirk. I had noticed those two were going at it as soon as Pansy arrived at Hogwarts this year and this only further confirms my suspicions that they, indeed, were interested in one another. I am thankful for it actually, it has made Pansy much less clingy. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation, I draw my attention to someone else... Harry Potter. He is talking with Granger and Weasley, not paying attention to anything around him in the slightest. This could be a chance for me to run one of those tests I was thinking about... but should I do? Maybe I could brush my arm against his arm? No, too weird and obvious. Say something flirty? NO! Why would I even think that is an option? I am about to admit defeat when my eyes fall down to our bonded hands, laying next to each other, palms down, on the bench. That's it! I'll shift my hand over Potter's. If he asks about it I can just say it was an accident. It's not like he can accuse me of anything intimate without him looking suspicious himself. Still, I need to act like as if I am not paying attention. I pull out a book about Potions from my bag and lay it out on the table in front of me, pretending to read. This is it, its now or never. I pick my bonded hand off the bench and pretend to stretch my wrist. Potter's hand lifts a bit too, but he doesn't seem to notice. When I put my hand down, I am careful to lay my four fingers across his cross-ways. As I try to douse my internal screaming, I watch to see Potter's reaction out of the corner of my eye while still pretending to read my book. He immediately chokes mid-sentence and tinges pink in the face. I can feel heat resonating in his finger's as they begin to get slightly sweaty. Weasley and Granger give him a strange look but he just awkwardly laughs it off and says he choked on a piece of his toast. Weasley shrugs it off but Granger is not so quick to look away, but says nothing in the end. It is now that I expect for Potter to pull his hand away, but he doesn't. This shocks me, but I don't let it show. I can tell Potter is straining not to look down at our hands or at me.

I can't believe it.

The famous Harry Potter may have a crush on me.