Damn I thought that shit was a love potion (Drarry lmao)

Help my life is dissolving (please ignore everything but the amazing contents of this story bc I swear I'm good at writing please it's the only thing I have to say that I am )

"I still think you're a self centered prat." Harry mumbled, looking away, even if Malfoy was hot and he did want to kiss him some more didn't change what he had said to him and his friends many times.

Malfoy shrugged again, "I still think you have no self preservation and you're pretty stupid." Harry flushed lightly, he felt a small bit of anger at the clear insult but... the self preservation part was true.

"I'm not stupid." Harry growled, but his aggressiveness quickly subsided and was replaced with fluster when Malfoy pushed him back against the wall again, using the hand that was held at his hip before and placed it above Harry's head, leaning over him.

"Mhm." Malfoy sneered, Harry wondered for a split second if he was just a masochist and enjoyed being tossed around. It would certainly explain his- whatever he felt for Malfoy.

or

Harry and Draco get hit with a 'love potion' and are both very upset about it.
Clearly.
Featuring very worried Hermione and a Ron who thinks Harry's mental.