“Alright class, today we will be brewing A- ” Slughorn tried to say, but couldn’t finish due to a growing conversation in the back of the class. “Malfoy you fucking git, I’m not on your side of the table we have to share one table and I’m not even over the half-” “Mr. Potter please argue with Mr. Malfoy on your own time, not the classes. If I have to remind either of you again I will dock house points.” Potter’s cheeks turned pink and Malfoy elbowed him for getting them both in trouble, but they quieted down. It turned out they were brewing Amortentia, a love potion, and Draco was getting nervous. He’s made this potion before, and knew that it was so hard to make that potter would surely mess it up greatly. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything Potter. I know you are a down right idiot and little things are hard for you to process-” “Like your fucking dick Malfoy?” Harry replied maybe a little too loudly. A few heads turned but luckily Slughorn didn’t see, or else they would be in real trouble. “Just shut up and sit down.” Malfoy replied through gritted teeth. Obviously full of rage that potter of all people would insult his dick size, he didn’t know for sure but he was almost certain that Harry was not at all hung. He wasn’t opposed to finding out tho… “I will not sit down! I’m a part of this group and I’m going to help!” “You will just mess it up!” “I WILL NOT!” Potter yelled so loud the whole castle could probably hear. “Boys! Potter, Malfoy, come up here.” Slughorn called, and not at all in the easy going voice he usually had. They both slowly trudged up to the front, scared of their punishment. “I’ve asked you both to cooperate many times, but you just won’t listen will you?” He took a breath and then continued his lecture. “I’m sure this punishment will teach you both not to fight in this class.” He finished speaking to them and turned to the class. “Granger, dear, would you bring me two stools to the front of the room?” Hermione, thrilled at being his first choice for the task, bounced up straight away and grabbed the lab stools. “Excellent my dear, 5 points to gryffindor,” Slughorn said, Hermione blushed and sat down. “Sit boys.” He said curtly to Draco and Harry, and they sat on the stools, which were uncomfortably close to the other. By now the whole class wanted to know what was going on, and didn’t bother working on their potions. “Now class, I’m sure you have heard these two fighting for a while now, and now you will see the consequences. For the rest of this class, 30 minutes, Potter and Malfoy will hold hands at the front of the room” The air was sucked out of the room, and Malfoy’s usually porcelain cheeks were now the color of tomatoes. “Sir-” Harry protested, but was cut off by Slughorn. “If either one of the boys lets go, both houses will be docked 40 points. And don’t try to get out of it by going to the restroom, you will have to go together.” Ron looked disgusted, Pansy looked intrigued, and Harry looked stunned. Draco looked at Harry for a moment before slowly sliding his hand into Harry’s, and hiding his face in his other hand. Harry also had his face in his hand, mainly to hide his reddening cheeks. Harry knew he was gay, and he knew Malfoy was attractive. And he knew that his hand was warm, and quite delicate, yet strong at the same time. And he wished more than anything he wasn’t holding his bloody hand in front of all of his peers. “When y'all getting married?” Seamus yelled from across the room, and everyone laughed like he was a fucking comedian. Various cat-calls, jeers, whistles, and comments were made throughout the entire 30 minutes. To Harry it felt like 6 years, but not necessarily a bad 6 years. He always knew he had underlying feelings for the pointy faced jerk, and now holding his hand wasn’t helping them simmer down. He just wanted to be alone, and he wanted to hold Malfoy’s hand some more. But not in public. Right when the bell rang he ran out of the class and straight for the boys lavatory. He got inside and ran into the nearest stall, mortified. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He couldn’t like Malfoy, he wouldn’t like Malfoy! Yet it seems too late to make that decision. He was too focused on his thoughts he didn’t notice the door open on his ajar stall door, and also didn’t notice a particular blonde standing there. “Uh…” Draco started, and Potter’s head shot up. Draco expected some emotion, but not rage. Harry shot up and slammed Draco against the now locked door of the stall. “What the f-” Draco started, but couldn’t finish due to Harry’s lips being pressed against his. “You make me so fucking mad,” Kiss. “So fucking confused,” Kiss. “So why the fuck do I like you?” He asked and Draco didn’t reply, he was stunned. But not stunned enough from launching onto Harry and kissing him for all he’s worth. “Thought the savior knew everything..” Draco stated with a smirk, and Harry just shoved him away. …and then pulled him closer for some rough snogging. -First short story I’ve ever wrote, sorry if it sucks!
