"Here. My treat," he said, pushing the fiery liquid across the table.
"You didn't drug this, did you, Malfoy?" Harry teased. "I wouldn't want to be left completely helpless around you."
Draco smirked at the memory from earlier that evening. Pushing the sleeping boy's hair away from his eyes, he smiled.
"You don't realize how smart you are sometimes, Potter."
I shouldn't have let him buy me that drink.
[I saw him slip something into it when he thought I wasn't looking.]
I shouldn't have gone back to his place with him.
I shouldn't have let him kiss me.
[But it's okay for me to pretend for tonight. He thinks I was actually naive enough to drink something given to me by a Malfoy.]
I shouldn't be lying next to him right now, pretending to be sleeping.
I shouldn't love him.
But I do.