Always.

Chapter 4

Draco's face flushed as he stared at the other and wasn't able to say anything for a few moments until he cleared his throat.
"Uh. I... I'll take that as a compliment, I guess."
Harry realized he had made Draco feel really uncomfortable and blinked nervously. "I... Shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry." He didn't quite know why he had said that anyway. He had probably inhaled too much of this love potion. Yes. That had to be the reason. There was no other explanation for his sudden nervousness when he looked at the other, or the urge to make Draco like him, or his racing heart when the Slytherin looked at him in return. "We should, uh, stop drinking." Harry avoided Draco's gaze and looked down at the potion that was still silver, his new favourite colour.
"We should." Draco nodded slowly and stirred the potion. What was happening? A bit of alcohol and they were flirting with each other. That was unacceptable. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor. You have a crush on him. Draco froze as it suddenly hit him. This wasn't the influence of this bloody Amor- whatever its name was. He had a fucking crush on Potter. He groaned unconsciously and took a step back, tripping over another cauldron. He reached out and gripped whatever he could reach with his hands to prevent himself from falling. Only after a scream of the other boy, the sudden weight on top of himself and after he was staring up into Harry's eyes, Draco realized he had obviously gripped Harry's robe while falling.
Harry didn't really know what was going on as he lay on top of the other boy, other than he could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest. "Eager, are we?" He blushed bright red at his own words and mentally slapped himself or that.
"This is, uh, slightly awkward, but can I...try something?" Draco mumbled and stared up at the Gryffindor who was just nodding.
Draco sat up a bit, causing Harry to settle between his legs, and hesitated for a second before cupping Harry's face and placing his lips on the other's.