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Auror Harry Potter keeps getting spiked with love potions. Healer Draco Malfoy keeps having to pick up the pieces.
But it’s getting harder and harder for Draco to watch Harry fall in love with everyone except for him.
Tags: Love Potions, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Fluff, Humor, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy
Harry puts a hand on his heart and sighs up at the ceiling. There’s always been something overwhelming about his emotions — his anger more fiery, his joy more contagious. Draco has never seen him in love, and even though he knows it’s artificial, there’s something about it that expands to fill the room, and that — for some reason — makes Draco’s stomach sour.
“Oh, Draco,” Harry says, sitting on the desk. “It’s incredible. Being in love. I couldn’t even explain it.” He releases another dreamy sigh, eyelashes fluttering with affection, before turning to Draco. “Have you ever felt like this?"
Draco shuffles back slightly. Apparently, one of the side effects of Lovesickness is a complete disrespect for personal boundaries. "I can say with complete certainty I’ve never felt what you’re feeling right now.”
“You’ve got to try it for yourself one day,” Harry says, leaning further in. “It’s the most unbelievable thing — confusing and crazy and so overwhelming, but — it’s everything, Draco."
"Yeah,” Draco says with a snort. “I don’t think it’s meant to feel like that."
Harry’s face turns into a pout. “And how would you know?”
Draco watches that boyish irritation flare in Harry’s eyes and can’t help but chuckle. Of course all of Wizarding London would do anything in their power for this man to so much as spare them a passing glance. That receptionist probably thought losing his job was a more than fair price for the chance to kiss him.
"You’re right,” Draco says. “I wouldn’t know at all.”