The irreversible binding

What was that?

Harry's eyes widen in shock at the touch of Malfoy's lips on his. It took him a second to process what was happening before he pushed Malfoy away from him with a great amount of force.
"What are you doing Malfoy? Is this some kind of trick?" He asked him angrily but his question was answered seconds later when he looked over at Malfoy and noticed the hurt written all over it.

Why does he look hurt? Why does he look like I actually hurt him?

"What? You actually have feelings for me? All because of some potion you decided to drink in the middle of the forbidden forest? Tell me why I should believe you? Why on earth would I believe you after everything you've ever done?" Harry didn't care that he was now yelling at Malfoy . The boy had just kissed him. And it wasn't just a small kiss. It was a very passionate kiss on his end.

"I don't know if you've noticed Potter, but I'm not really liked around school. I knew the risks going into this. What I didn't know was that Harry Saint Fucking Potter was going to be hiding under some invisible cloak, following me in the middle of the night." Every word he tried to hide the fact that his emotions were flying wild around him. The mask he wore every day had cracked due to an emotion he couldn't control.

"You asked your questions Potter. Now answer mine. What on earth were you doing following me? And why did you decide that it was smart to follow me into the dark forest?" Malfoy laughed hysterically. "Wait, dont answer that. I know exactly why you were following me! You believe I'm up to no good correct?" Harry didn't need to answer Malfoy for him to know the answer to that question. It was all over his face.

"Typical Harry Potter. Don't you want to know why I would be out here creating an admiration potion?" He asked Harry with fire. Harry still stood quietly not know exactly how to respond yet.
"The answer is in front of your face and your to oblivious to even see it. Look at me Potter... really look at me."

Harry stared at the boy confused. What was he supposed to be looking at. Was there something he was missing that was supposed to obvious to the rest of the world.
"Malfoy I don't understand. None of this makes sense." Malfoy rolled his eyes in annoyance at the boys answer.

"Of course not Potter. How can you possibly understand what's right out there in the open? Everyone else in the entire world could take one good look at me and see it in second. Yet you seem to somehow over look it. How can you over look the one thing that you hate most about me Potter?"
Harry gave Malfoy a confused look. He knew what he was talking about, but what did that have to do with anything.

"Malfoy, what does that have to do with you falling in love with me? None of this makes any sense." He was beginning to be frustrated at the entire situation.

"Okay, Potter. Because I can't seem to get it through you think Gryffindor skull, I will dumb it down for you. I was a fucking death eater. Not even by choice, but what does that matter right? It's just a minor detail to the world. Oh, but that minor detail means a whole world of a difference when it comes to it really. Because people over look that minor detail, I am hated. Disliked by everyone. No friends. Not even really a family. Everything I have known all my life has destroyed. I can't live with myself Potter."

The last words hit Malfoy harder than they were intended to. Malfoy could blame it on the potion that was causing his emotions to unravel like a lose string, but he knew that admitting these feelings to anyone out loud was enough to make him break. He found tears rolling down his cheeks. And the worst part was that the effects of the potion were really starting to burn through his veins and he didn't care if he was spilling this out in front of Harry.

"This was my last resort. Fake friends that were influenced by a potion I drank were better than the inevitable truth that has become my life. But now... now I can't look at you without the effects of the potion running through me, causing my heart to race or my brain to actually think your good looking. I hate it Potter. I hate you. I hate everything about you. Just the idea of you makes me want to end this all now." He looks into Harry's eyes and groans irritation.

"Well I'm so sorry that you hate me that much that this pains you Malfoy. I didn't ask for any of this. And I definitely don't know what you want me to do to help you." Harry had moved away from Malfoy. He didn't understand what exactly what he was seeing. He was seeing an emotionally open Malfoy. Emotions he didn't realize that he even had the capability to feel. Even if there was sympathy for the boy, he ignored it. He would never catch himself falling for anything he said.

"Don't you understand Potter! You can't do anything about this! I am doomed!" He yelled out. Malfoy didn't even sound angry. His voice held only one emotion in and it caused Harry to open up if only a little.

"Harry." the name rolled off his tongue and caught Harry off guard.
"I know what your going to tell me. Your to predictable. You wear your emotions on you for the world to see. You want me to ignore this. You want to go on with your daily life of the Golden Boy, the Savior of the wizarding world. And you want me to go back to me being Draco Malfoy, the death eater, the annoying stuck up arrogant boy who you hate. I'm not stupid. I know what you think of me Harry. And I know that you want. But I got a news flash for you about love potions.

"They mess with you. No matter what I want to feel, I can't stop it. The heart pounding in my chest as you stare at me speaking. The want to touch you... to hold you... to kiss you. It's there. It's all there, coursing through me. Every inch of me Harry. I can't get rid of it. And there is nothing I can do. This potion has no cure. No potion that can get rid of it. I took the chances because I didn't think anyone would even be awake to follow me. But now, I'm in love with Harry Potter. And there isn't a thing I can do..."

With that, Malfoy left a very stunned Harry alone in the middle of the forbidden forest with only the cold hard truth of what had been said.