'I LOVE POTTER!!'
his heart burned fever hot and would have set him aflame
“Draco,” Potter panted, cheeks flushed fiercely. “I didn’t think you wanted this?’
“Shuddup Potter,” Draco murmured.
It was supposed to be a small harmless prank. It was supposed to be something that would make Potter hideously uncomfortable and Draco exceedingly embarrassed. At least that is what she had told the boys. Privately, she just wanted to know. Who was Harry Potter to Draco?
Anyways, in absolutely none of their snickers and predictions would they have imagined seeing Draco pinning Potter to a wall and snogging the living daylights out of him, and Potter letting him. Encouraging him if those palming wandering hands were any indicator.
Potter pulled his head back, sucking in deep gulps of air.
Draco focused his attention on the junction between Potter’s neck and shoulder, biting and licking messily and greedily. Potter was rutting into his thigh shamelessly- the whole thing was plain pornographic.
Pansy, as any good friend would do, stepped forward. Ready to pull Draco out because, even though she is partly to blame and Harry Potter had no idea- Draco was not in the right state of mind and was being taken advantage of!
“I love you,” Draco says, eyes shining hazily. “So much, Harry. I know–.”
“Stop!” Pansy shrieked, “This is too much!” She lunges forward and tears a pliant Draco off of Potter. It almost felt like peeling off a bandaid, as if the gravity between them had made itself tangible and possible through skin. She smacked his hand when he started reaching for a dazed Harry. “Stop that, you idiot. How much of that buggering potion did you drink?” She shoved him into Blaise’s arms, which immediately locked around Draco and held him in place.
“What the fuck?” Potter whispered, he whirled to Pansy. “Did you hear that? What did he just say?”
“He’s enchanted, Potter. It was supposed to be a stupid prank. I didn’t think he’d swallow the whole bottle.”
His eyes widened almost comically, “You mean he..”
“Is under the influence of a love potion, yes.”
Potter’s eyes and mouth seemed to go very small, his shoulders tucking into himself. “Oh.”
Draco rolls his eyes and struggles in Blaise’s grip, “Oh stop that Pansy. I’m not enchanted. I love Harry.” He turns to the hushed commons, “You hear that? I LOVE POTTER!”
Pansy jerked her head, indicating for Vincent and Greg to do something to silence the racket. They shook their heads, eyes flitting from Pansy to Draco to Potter.
Greg whispered something to Vincent, who nodded seriously and they both turned to the gathering crowd. In terrifying sync they were shooing, threatening and scaring the amassing students away. Well all but a few, not even they can dare scare the remaining two thirds of the Golden Trio, or well– Hermione Granger. Granger shoved past them both, or maybe they dived out of the way, and her boyfriend ran after her.
“Hermione, wait!”
She stuttered to a stop in front of them, wide-eyed and livid. Mouth in a tight thin line, behind her was Weasley. Surprisingly he didn’t look mad as much as sad, disappointed even. He had his hand fisted in the back of Granger’s robes, almost like he was holding her back.
“You foul bitch!” Granger screeched and Pansy flinched back at the sheer volume. “What kind of sick joke is this?”
Pansy felt a bit of hysteria creep into her voice, “Fuck you, Granger. You have–.”
“We should leave,” Weasley interrupts. “This is too… public.”
“I don’t care,” Draco inputs.
Looking pained, Potter just led them out of the dining hall, down a few hallways, up the stairs and into a quieter lonely classroom. Pansy kept her lips sealed the entire way, not commenting on how Blaise had let Draco go. Or how Draco kept trying to hold Potter’s hand, or how on the third attempt he let him. She didn’t say anything even when Draco tried to cuddle Potter as soon as they sat themselves in the room. She didn’t even say anything when Draco tried to braid Potter’s hair.
“Pansy, antidote please,” Potter said as he swatted Draco’s hands.
She shook her head.
“Antidote,” Weasley growled.
“There isn’t an antidote. It’s a weak potion and it is supposed to wear off in fifteen minutes. But he drank the whole buggering bottle so it might be an hour.”
“Why?”
She looked up from her hands to meet Potter’s gaze, there was a vulnerability she felt guilty for witnessing. She opened her mouth to explain but nothing came out.
Thankfully, Blaise spoke up. “It was supposed to be a dumb prank, the potion isn’t even barely potent. The most we were hoping for would be bad flirting or bad pick up line. We didn’t think he’d find Potter and snog him senseless.”
“Well he did,” Granger spat out. “So I hope you’re happy.”
And at that, Pansy burst into fucking tears.