Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.

Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.

AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This story does not currently have a beta. Thank you so much for waiting so long, for reading, reviewing, and all the alerts.

Polyjuice Jinx

Chapter Ten: Love Drunk

Green eyes screwed shut as the once dimly lit room glowed with light, revealing the faux blonde he had grown to loathe. "You might as well take my glasses off." Harry spit venomously at the figure as it came closer to his bound form.

"And why would I do that, love?" The imposter cooed causing Harry to shudder in disgust. The person talked down to him as if he were an animal…at least he wasn't locked up in a cage, but he wouldn't put it past them.

"Because then I wouldn't have to see you ruin Malfoy's pretty face."

"So you admit he's pretty?" The blonde's face cracked in two with a giant smile. Harry snorted in response; he had walked into that one.

"Just because I may find someone attractive does not mean I love them. You can't seem to grasp that concept."

Harry could feel his resolve slipping the longer he was trapped and his mind began to wander. Did he really find Malfoy attractive? He wasn't horrible to look at, but he was a git sometimes…most of the time. Staring at the imposter before him Harry tried to conclude just what exactly he found appealing. Malfoy's hair that was too light of a blonde to be real. His eyes that seemed to captivate his attention and most certainly the banter the two exchanged. The truth was though he didn't really know Malfoy besides the basic observations. Sure they had had their deep moments the past few days, but in reality he couldn't see many similarities between them. They were just too different.

The Boy Who Lived was so lost in thought he didn't notice the blonde's sudden closeness and flinched when he felt lips harshly pressed against his own. A rush of sweet liquid poured down his throat, causing the brunette to gag. As soon as Harry recovered he bit down on the offending muscle that was invading his mouth. A smug smile covered Draco's face as the blonde wiped away the blood from his lips.

"Too late. You're all mine now." He said softly, waiting on bated breath for the potion to take effect.

…

Blaise coughed in a poor attempt to cover up a laugh, as Draco kept jumping at every little creak the Shrieking Shack made.

"Piss off!" Draco whispered harshly, his wand grasped tightly in his hand.

"But then who would hold your hand?" Blaise asked, making a grab for the blonde's empty hand. Before Draco could retort, Hermione and Pansy stepped between the two, both wearing matching looks of annoyance.

"Sorry." Both boys mumbled at once and focused on the task at hand.

Ron's arm twitched with the slightest groan the old shack made, his eyes jumping at the tiniest flicker of movement. George rolled his eyes, his wand arm steady and firm unlike Ron's arm that couldn't seem to stop shaking. How was his little brother going to become an Auror if he was a nervous wreck in the bloody Shrieking Shack?

"Ron, why don't you let Charlie and I lead, yeah?" George suggested as he pushed past the younger redhead. Ron flung his arm out, blocking his older brothers from passing him.

"Harry is my best friend. I'm going to find him." He bit out while observing his surroundings. Charlie placed his hand on Ron's shoulder only to have it shrugged off. "Don't try and stop me either…I have to do this."

Draco snorted and muttered something under his breath, causing Ron to whirl around with his wand pointed straight at the blonde's face. "What was that, ferret?"

"I said the sooner you find him the sooner you can snog his face off." Draco snapped back with a smug grin.

"What?" Charlie asked slowly.

Ron opened and closed his mouth a few times before he found his voice. "I don't know what you're talking about. Harry and I have-"

"Stop." Hermione pleaded, her voice a strained whisper. "Stop lying. You think I didn't notice? I've known you since you were eleven years old and you think I wouldn't notice how you two look at each other?"

"Mione, I-"

"I never said anything because you always came home." Hermione replied with a quivering voice and eyes brimming with unshed tears. "You always pick me in the end, Ronald. I care about you and Harry…I didn't want our friendship…relationships to change."

"How touching." Draco hummed with a clap of his hands. "You three can work out your little ménage à trios once we rescue, Potter."

"Malfoy, when we get out of here I'm kicking your arse." Charlie snarled, shoving the blonde roughly into the nearest wall.

Blaise and Pansy hung back as the Gryffindors cautiously climbed the deteriorating stair case. Draco pulled himself up from the crumpled heap he found himself in and flashed the two a sardonic grin.

"That could have gone a lot worse."

"Wanker." Pansy chuckled lightly, followed by an annoyed grunt from Blaise. The Slytherins tailed behind, quickly catching up to the rest of their party who seemed to have hit a dead end. Draco huffed as Ron searched the empty rooms in vain.

"Waste of time." The blonde mumbled. Ron felt like ripping his hair out the longer they failed to find Harry and more so he felt like punching Draco's face in. He knew they were wasting valuable time, but he was trying his best, that apparently was never enough.

A slamming door broke the redhead from his thoughts and for a second he was positive his heart had stopped. A giggle resounded throughout the shack, followed by a succession of wet, slurping kissing noises.

"Harry!" A voice reprimanded through another small laugh. "I'll be right back, I promise."

Just below stood Harry, who clung tightly to the body of the second Draco Malfoy. Harry smashed his lips firmly against the blonde's as pressed the other boy against the wall in haste. Between kisses, a distinct, "I love you" could be heard spilling from the brunette's mouth.

Pansy gestured to her mouth as if she were going to vomit and for once Ron and the other Gryffindors agreed with her. Draco, on the other hand, wasn't sure how he felt about seeing himself snogging the day away with Harry Bleeding Potter.

"Stay here, I'll be back in a bit. I've just got to pick up some ingredients, love."

"I'll wait forever, I love you so much." Harry replied breathlessly.

With a swish of his cloak, the blonde disappeared with a loud pop. Leaving Harry to sit patiently on the floor until the other boy returned.

"Well he's just over the moon isn't he?" George muttered.

"I'm going after her." Charlie said. "She's either going into town or back home."

Before he could pop off, George clutched onto the older boy's arm with a stern grip. "You're not going alone."

George wasn't a fool when it came to serious matters and he wasn't stupid enough to send one person. He quickly calculated how they should split and flicked his gaze towards Malfoy, Hermione, and Ron. "You three stay with me. The rest go with Charlie and wait for us at the Burrow."

"I'll go with Charlie." Hermione insisted. "Ron…don't come home until you've got everything sorted."

"Hermione-"

She gave Ron a rigid glare before turning to face Charlie, Pansy, and Blaise. "There is a secret entrance we can use to catch up. I don't want to Apparate since Harry will hear us. Follow me and don't let Harry see you.'"

The silence between the remaining three was tense, each one afraid to break it in fear of upsetting the other. Finally, George tapped Malfoy's shoulder and gesture to the brunette below.

"Let's take him back to the shop. I'll see if I can whip up an antidote."

Draco gave a hesitant nod, his heart pumping madly at the mere thought of Potter draping himself along his own body. He descended the stair case as quietly as possible; the creaking of the stairs drowned out by the other moans and groans the shack produced.

"Harry?" The blonde called gently, not wanting to startle the boy who sat on the floor. Harry's head whipped around, his eyes growing in excitement the moment he realised Draco had come back. He scrambled to his feet, instantly throwing his arms around the Slytherin.

"I missed you so much!" Came a muffled cry from the crook of Draco's neck. The blonde patted Harry's shoulder, signaling the other boy to let go, but it only caused the brunette to hold on tighter.

"Harry, I can't breathe." Draco puffed. Harry pulled himself off and stared lovingly into Draco's eyes.

"Sorry, I just missed you so much. How long were you gone?"

"About ten minutes." Draco replied.

"Don't ever leave me for that long again!"

Draco glanced up at the redheads above him, giving them an imploring look for them to come assist him. Harry's head tilted up too see what his love was looking at, his green eyes turning into slits.

"Who're they? Why are they here?" He asked, his arm wrapping around Draco's waist possessively. Ron's brow furrowed once he came face to face with his best friend.

"Ron and George, you know, your brothers." Ron said as if he were talking to a first year. Draco cheeks flushed as Harry clutch onto him tighter. He let out an undignified squeak before clearing his throat.

"They're here to take us to um…"

"The party." George finished. "To celebrate your new found love. Yeah, just follow us." The redhead chimed while throwing Ron and Draco a wink. He led them out of the Shrieking Shack where he instructed them all to Apparate to the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. As soon as they all arrived, George ushered them to the living room a sense of déjà vu flooding him due to Harry's current state.

"Right, just sit here and I'll get us all a cuppa."

The moment George left, Draco noticed how Ron kept staring at Harry and he and the blonde found it to be unnerving. Draco gasped when he felt Harry against him, the brunette's arm snaking its way to hold his lower back.

"L-let's sit down?" Draco suggested making his way towards the couch. Harry cuddled up next to the Slytherin, while Ron sat adjacent to the couple, his gaze unwavering.

"What is there something on my face?" Draco sneered while squirming about in his seat in an attempt to ignore Potter's wandering hands. Ron continued to glare at the two, his stomach twisting at the sight of the two. He didn't want to admit it, but it was hard to deny that the two made a nice couple…when they weren't being sarcastic twits at each others' throats.

George waltz back into the room, a tray of tea balanced in hand. Leaning over his brother, he set the tray unto the table, pausing by Ron's ear. "Time to decide little brother." He whispered smoothly, while watching to make sure Harry took the right cup of tea with hopefully the right antidote in it.

"A toast!" George exclaimed with his cup held high. "To Harry and Draco!"

Harry eagerly raised his cup. Ron and Draco holding there cups with fake smiles. They all four began to drink and immediately Harry began to feel the effects. His mind no longer felt clouded, but a frown settled over his features.

"H-how did I get here?" Harry stuttered, his cup shaking in his hand. "Kitchen…Draco, but-"

"Love potion." Ron readily stated. "Please, tell me I wasn't like that back in sixth year."

Harry cradled his head in his hands and let out a pained moan. "You were. Merlin, I think I'm gonna vomit."

"Don't even think about it, Potter!" Draco yelped, dragging the boy off to the loo that George pointed to.

Once the two were out of hearing range, George focused his attention solely onto Ron.

"Well Ickle Ronniekins, who are you going to pick?"

Ron's heart sunk at his brother's question. Either way he would lose someone and things would never be the same.