Draco

Dizzy from Portkey travel and the blasted potion coursing through his veins, Draco steadied himself on the brick wall of the alleyway where they landed. It was slick from the earlier rainstorm. They were a foot away from a dumpster that thankfully smelled like coffee grounds and not rotten fish.

As soon as he had taken the potion, Draco knew he was in trouble. On a good day, he had no trouble pushing away his attraction to Potter, ignoring it until he could go home and indulge the fantasy. But today wasn't a good day. He could hardly focus around Potter as it was, and if Potter kept touching him, Draco knew he would lose it. The second Potter's hand made contact with his shoulder, the warmth in Draco's gut surged and he grew erect. He hadn't gotten hard that fast since third year.

"Cock and balls," Potter grunted as he leaned back on the brick wall next to Draco. He pushed his glasses up with his index and thumb to pinch his nose. "Portkeys always suck, but was it as bad for you as it was for me? I felt like I was being flayed alive. This potion is no joke."

Draco, already feeling vulnerable, didn't want to give Potter anymore reason to think him incapable, so he lied. "It felt the same as always, Potter. Maybe the potion is affecting you more."

Potter, still pinching his nose, laughed. "Fuck. Remind me to never underestimate Parkinson's warnings again. I mean, she said it would make us touch-sensitive, but Merlin's tits, even leaning on this wall feels overwhelming."

Draco looked away from Potter, though it took great effort. He could still see Potter out of the corner of his eye, and even though they were a foot apart, Draco practically felt the heat of Potter's body on him.

"Get yourself together, Potter. We have a Succubus to find." Draco wanted nothing more than to stand there and watch the pulse in Potter's neck as his heart beat, watching his chest heave up with each strained breath, but Draco also knew that the longer he let himself indulge in those feelings, the worse the potion would affect him, and he was already having a hard enough time ignoring how his body reacted to Potter.