Always.

Chapter 3

Draco led Harry to an empty classroom somewhere in an abandoned part of the school.
Harry looked around a bit nervously, the alcohol hadn't affected him as much as it had affected Draco and he was a bit worried.
Just to be sure, he slipped his hand into his pocket where he kept his wand. He wasn't afraid to use it in case of emergency.
Draco noticed and cocked a brow. "Seriously, Potter? You don't think I could knock you out before you even came up with a fitting spell?" He laughed quietly and took a sip of the fire whiskey bottle. He felt a bit dizzy but he wanted to have fun this evening.
Harry shifted awkwardly. "W-Why did you ask me? Why not Zabini?"
Draco looked at Harry, his pupils dilated of the alcohol running through his veins, and stepped close to Harry.
"Why choose you over Zabini? Well, I don't know why. That's a good question. Maybe because I feel you're a funny person to be with when you're drunk. Or maybe because I just like making fun of you. Or maybe because you have the... greenest eyes I've ever seen." He waved the bottle and swayed a bit, frowning. Why for Salazar's sake had he said that?
Harry looked around nervously and back at Draco. "Give me that bottle. I'm too sober to say something about your eyes." Draco grinned and handed Harry the bottle of fire whiskey, watching Harry take a huge swig. "Good boy! You're learning fast!" He cackled and sat on a desk. "You know what? We should break into the potions classroom and brew something." Harry blinked, warmth flooding him and he started grinning. "That sounds like a plan. Come on."
With that, he turned around, rushing out of the classroom and leaving a speechless Malfoy behind.
"Uh. Okay." He grinned and hopped off the desk, quickly following Harry down to the dungeons.
As he entered the classroom, Harry had already gathered some ingredients from Snape's shelves. Draco frowned and looked at the stuff that was lying all over the teacher's desk. "Peppermint... Ashwinder eggs... Rose thorns...? What are you up to?" Harry grinned, obviously slightly drunk by now. "Amortentia."
Draco raised a brow but didn't say anything, he just nodded and grabbed a cauldron, placing it on the fire.
After they had mashed all stuff and mixed it together in the cauldron with some moonstone powder and Belladonna petals, the potion slowly gained a soft, grey-silver-ish colour.
Draco wrinkled his nose and looked into the cauldron, letting Harry do most of the work. "I don't like the colour. Isn't it supposed to be the colour of something you love?"
Harry looked up at Draco, taking a swig of the fire whiskey bottle again.
"I... I guess I'm not sober anymore, so I can say it... This potion has the colour of your eyes, Draco."
A soft blush crept on Draco's cheek as he looked at Harry and grey eyes met green ones.