Draco was overcome with a sensation he had never felt in his entire life up until the moment Harry kissed him. A warmth spread through him, similar to sitting by the fire on a cold winter night with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, and the two of them were touching yet again. The moment seemed to go on forever, and Draco wasn't sure how long it did last, but he knew one thing: The kiss had lasted longer than the effects of the potion. He distinctly remembered Snape saying that the feeble love potion they had accidentally created together would only last five, maybe ten seconds, so it was relatively harmless.
But their kiss...it had surely lasted longer than that. Draco, lost in his thoughts, was unaware that Harry was staring at him with a mix of shock and anger. Draco was at a loss for words, unable to explain to Harry that they had kissed without the effects of the potion acting on them. Neither one of them could speak, so they just gaped at each other, wide eyed and scared.
For a moment, Draco remembered a time from when he was a little boy, and his mother had taken him out shopping with her. This was a rare treat for Draco, but she had taken him to go pick out a new piece of wall art for their lovely Malfoy Manor. They had entered the shop and his mother had allowed him to roam the store, and he had immediately gone to the back, where his eyes landed on a picture that captivated him immediately. It was a picture of a gorgeous river, (moving of course, since it was bewitched,) and Draco couldn't take his gaze away from it. Not so much because of the beauty of the river, but because at the very edge of the frame, you could see the current picked up and there were some jagged rocks, and the artist made it clear that a waterfall was approaching ahead.
Draco only just now remembered this picture, because that was exactly how he felt. Everything seemed safe and happy right now, but it was clear that something dangerous was brooding up ahead, daring him to get closer. But Draco had always been a reckless boy, and if the universe was daring him to play with the fire that Harry conveniently seemed to be, he wouldn't back down from the challenge. Something had passed between him and the Gryffindor boy, and it wasn't solely because of the potion.
Harry stared at Draco for an eternity before finally speaking, though his thoughts were still all muddled. "You...you did that on purpose. You tricked me." He said, as this was his first conclusion. He figured it was just another way Draco was trying to get close to Harry, so he could send him straight to Voldemort to get killed.
"What, Harry no, let me explain." Draco said. Harry hardly listened as he talked about how the potion had gone wrong, but he was just getting more and more angry. Draco said that he knew what he was doing, he had trusted Draco.
"That's what you get for trying to brew a bloody potion without looking at the book! You're just a cocky, arrogant, foul—" Harry stopped speaking as Draco suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, staring into his eyes.
"Harry. By the time...that happened...the potion was already wearing off. It was supposed to only last for ten seconds at most, and that still happened." Draco spoke quickly in a hushed undertone, and Harry vaguely noted somewhere in the back of his mind that the rest of the class was packing up outside the door, and in a minute Slughorn would burst into the storeroom. "It was you who kissed me Harry,"
"You didn't try to stop me!" Harry argued weakly, though it was no excuse. Draco was right, Harry had been the one to initiate the kiss. And now it was burned into his memory, and he kept replaying the moment over and over. "Oh no..." he moaned, sitting down at the desk and putting his face in his hands.
"Listen, Potter, I'm not anymore happy about this than you are, but whatever happened just then has already happened, and we have to face it." Draco said firmly, standing in front of Harry. "Now we need to discuss it—" But before he could say anymore, just as Harry had predicted, the door opened and Slughorn waddled in.
"How was our first day, boys? Potion go well? It was a rather simple one, Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure it went off without a hitch." He smiled at the two boys, but his grin rapidly disappeared when he saw the state of disarray the two seemed to be in.
Harry noticed this and, not wanting anyone else to have even the faintest idea of what had happened, covered for both of them quickly. He broke into a wide grin and forced himself to laugh a little. "Oh yes, Professor, I just spent the last ten minutes laughing so hard I could hardly breathe!"
Draco picked up on what Harry was getting at, and smirked along with Harry. "I had some myself Professor, and I think he'll be a fine student in no time." Draco lied, and Slughorn nodded in approval.
"Ah, yes, mind if I help myself to some? I could always use a good laugh..." He reached for one of the half empty goblets, but Harry lunged forward, once again thinking quickly, and drank the whole thing. Draco looked at him with astonishment, which Harry chose to ignore.
"Sorry Professor, what did you say?" Harry asked dumbly. Draco elbowed him in the back, and he realized he should be laughing. He forced a giggle, but couldn't help noticing the tingle that went down his spine where Draco had touched him. Was it because of the potion, or Harry's own feelings?
"Never mind, boys, I'll just be going. Clean up in here." Slughorn said, giving them an odd look, then turned and hurried out of the storeroom, banging the door shut behind him.
Harry immediately turned to look at Draco, ready to yell at him, but he still felt the effects of the potion on him. "How long did you say this lasted again, Malfoy?" Harry smirked at him, resting his chin in his hands and staring longingly up at Draco. It couldn't be wrong, what he was thinking and feeling, it was just the potion right?
"Um, about ten seconds Harry, you drank it two minutes ago."
Harry drew in a sharp breath, sitting up straighter and averting his eyes from Draco. "You're wrong." He said immediately, knowing the feelings he had just had absolutely had to be because of the potion. There was no way he was sitting there...thinking those unnatural thoughts...and yet they felt so right.
"Harry, I know I'm irresistible, but you don't have to be so obvious about it." Draco teased with a smirk, though Harry noticed the blonde boy couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Harry either.
"You kissed back, Malfoy, don't forget that." Harry reminded him, and then stood up and strode out of the storeroom without another word.
The real Drarry is finally starting and I couldn't be more excited ahhh what do you guys think Draco and Harry both think about this situation? Was it just the potion or something more? Thanks so much for reading and voting for this story! I love you guys so much!
