( 3rd person pov, 6th year )

harry walks to potion with his books in his bag that sling over his shoulder. He half dreads the class and half feels excitement to see him. the one and only malfoy. He is his partner which does not surprise him as snape hates him. 

he approaches the class and sits at his bench next to his partner who acknowledges his presence by a scoff. Harry wonders how could someone hate someone else so much and know nothing about them at the same time. What the green eyed boy isn't aware of is that what draco malfoy holds for him is much more complex than hate. he's is just terrible at showing his emotions especially to harry.

Every time he sees harry, his knees get weak and he feels as he could melt there on the spot but he composes himself. He never learnt how to express such passion and love so he channels it out as hatred when all he wants to do is grab Harry's face and shove his tongue down his throat.  he looks at him out of the corner of his eyes and harry doesn't notice but his attention is on the professor talking about our lecture today.

" We're going to be making ammortentia today which if you aren't aware is a powerful love potion. It's scent is that of the person you desire. Open chapter 16 and start with the task" Snape says with his usual monotone voice. " so um can you get the ingredients" harry says nervously scratching the back of his neck. The softness in his voice makes draco feel like holding him by the face licking his neck but he replies with " ok " in a harsh tone as he feels its the thing to do.

Draco walks over to the ingredients pile and picks up the necessary ingredients required for the potion. Draco never worried about potions class. he was extremely good at it actually even if snape did favor him but harry wasn't as talented and it made draco feel a slight dominance over him whenever they worked together. 

He thought it was cute when har ry was focusing gravely on his work and his hair would lay messy on his forehead and his glasses would slip. at times he almost lent out his hand to push his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose and part his messy hair but he didn't as he thought that harry despised his touch and his look and his personality and his everything. He thought harry loathed his whole existence which was maybe draco's reason for his harsh behavior towards harry.

But harry felt nothing of that sort well he denied it all he wanted but he too wanted to be close to him , closer than friends. He wanted draco to grab his neck and push his lips on Harrys until they woud loose breathe. He wanted to be held by him and fall asleep in his arms to the sound of rain and thunder. He would often lay in his bed yearning for Draco's touch. He'd often pleasure himself to the thought of Draco's lips and tongues and his hands stroking him and he had partly accepted that it would always just be his imagination.

Draco was his guilty pleasure but so was harry for Draco.      

Draco walks back to their table and lays out the ingredients and they start working on the potion." that's too much" Draco mutters. " what?" harry asks confused as ever. Draco groans and takes the rose thorn jar from harry for a second grazing his fingers. " You're supposed to put this much" he says demonstrating it to harry who listens quietly and attentively. " thanks" harry mutters and his words make butterflies erupt in Draco's stomach but he doesn't react. " whatever potter make the damn potion" 

" Well then next time how about you don't help if you're going to be a dick about it" harry says

" Watch your words potter. I'm your partner I'm forced to help you because if you mess up it'll also bring my grade down and i can't have that especially not because of you so i suggest you focus on the work" Draco replies. Truth was Draco enjoyed asserting dominance over harry and he swear he could sometimes feel harry succumb to it.

They both finish making the potion and snape goes arround judging his student's work. He approaches harry and draco's work table. He examines the potion and gives his remarks. "well done as always" he looks at draco at the end which makes draco smirk a little and harry roll his eyes. "so if you would, what do you smell. you first potter" harry looks at his teacher and unfolds his arms and stands up to the edge of the table. He brings his face closer to the cauldron and takes a deep smell

" i smell......... peppermint.... fresh cut grass and" he pauses because he smells a perfume he is very familiar with. " and cologne" he backs away and snape raises his eyebrow but then turns to draco who is over thinking about Harry's response. " and you mr. malfoy" snape says to draco. He stops thinking about how much harrys response matched his himself and smells the love potion.

" a fire, a broom cupboard? if that's something and treacle tart" draco says and harry inside is screaming because his favorite dish is treacle tart and he spends way too much time with brooms because he loves quidditch. Harry then looks at draco and draco looks back at him both with the look of 

does he know ?

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