Title: Love/Hate Part 1 of 2
Beta: None-all mistakes are purely my own.
Summary: Draco is not having a good day…or is it the best day ever?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, places or past events. JK Rowling is a goddess. If I had even a percentage of the talent she does, I wouldn't be writing fanfic.
Warning(s): slash, wet dream, mention of wanking, kissing, grinding, mention of sex
A/N: Written as a birthday fic to my roommate, I asked her for a prompt and she said, "hmm…love potion…?...but not really"
PART 1 of 2
Sometimes, I hate my life.
A few years ago, I never would have thought that I could hate Professor Snape. I mean, sure, he's a greasy git and an antisocial hard ass, but he's practically a genius. I respect that in the man, but today, I hate him.
I should have known that today would not be a good day.
I woke up like normal from one of my favorite dreams. A very attractive, faceless man is sucking me off like no tomorrow. That dream.
Waking up cold and naked to a mess on my bare chest was a fairly normal occurrence after that kind of dream. A quick cleaning charm fixed that well enough. Waking up underneath my four-poster bed, however, was a big first.
I should have taken it as a sign to hide from the world today.
Unfortunately, the dream had put me in a fairly good mood and I laughed off my predicament, cleaning the mess off my chest and climbing out to grab my dressing gown and take a shower.
The wank I had in the shower was predictable and satisfying, filled with images of the faceless man doing very inappropriate things to my body. It was very much like a normal shower and I went through the rest of my morning routine with no further glitches.
Breakfast was normal and I sat with my normal crowd. Potter and his red-headed weasel-pet were late as usual and I sent them my patented glare for good measure. I was in too good of a mood to attempt more than that.
The downhill slide began directly after breakfast, however, when I realized that I didn't have my Potion's text. Thinking back to the last time I had it, I realized that I must have left it in the library last night after completing the essay for next week.
As I walked briskly to the library (Yes, I walked briskly, Malfoy's don't run.) A million thoughts ran through my head, the most important of which was that I had to be on time for class. Last week, Potter had been late to Potion's for probably the fifteenth time this year and Snape had decided to punish the last person to class by making them partner up with him. Normally, this meant that the gangly Hufflepuff, Smith, was stuck with him, but I was really worried that today it would be me.
Of course my fears were confirmed after I grabbed my book and left the library and the hand on my watch moved from "Rushed" to "Late." I almost screamed in my frustration.
When I finally got to the dungeons, I was unsurprised, but very irritated to see Smith entering the classroom ahead of me as Potter almost plowed me over from behind. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me and I was able to slip in the door ahead of him.
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape drawled as I sat at an empty lab bench, "so nice of you to join us. Waiting around for Potter today I see."
I apologized to Snape and Potter sat down beside me as Snape began his lecture. I tuned him out momentarily to brood in my self-loathing for being late to Potion's and wonder if this day could get any worse.
"Today we will be brewing this specific kind of love potion, and you will be testing it on yourselves," I heard Snape say as I tuned back in. Love potion, I thought bitterly, just great. I have to brew a love potion with Potter. Thanks for proving to me that this day can get worse.
Potter glared at me from the corner of his eye and I sneered back. At least there was no way that I could actually fall in love with the stupid git. I hadn't listened to the description of the potion, but I knew that it was unethical to force students to create and test love potions that would make them do things they didn't want to do.
I was wrong.
By the end of class, Potter and I had successfully brewed the potion without hexing each other into oblivion. We worked a little slower than everyone else in the class, however, because Potter is a bloody idiot and put the wrong ingredients in 3 different times and I had to counteract them properly without changing the properties of the potion.
When the potion was finally brewed and approved by Snape, Potter poured the contents into two glasses and said, "Bottoms up" before downing the potion fearlessly.
I was a little more hesitant, with good reason, but the potion went down smooth and I felt the warmth travel all the way down my throat and into my stomach. Then the potion started to take affect.
I had the strong urge to turn to Potter, but I knew it was the potion so I resisted. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard the whispered, "Draco" and I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned to face him and my eyes locked on his deep emerald eyes.
A feeling of warmth washed over me as Potter leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, tentatively at first and then with more passion. I knew it was just the potion, but his lips were brilliant. I couldn't stop it and soon I was kissing him back just as fiercely, standing up and wrapping my arms around his waist to pull him closer to me.
A gruff clearing of a throat pulled us apart and I blushed. Snape glared at both of us before speaking, "I think it would be best for both of you to go back to your dorms until this potion wears off. You should be fine by lunchtime, but I will warn your afternoon professors that you may or may not feel up to attending class." He shooed us off with one extension of his arm and then gracefully turned around and stalked to his office.
Luckily for me, Potter had run off as soon as Snape dismissed us and was no where in sight as I felt the potion take hold again. I wanted so badly to go searching for him. I wanted to hold him, to kiss those lips and make him mine, but I knew that it was just the potion taking over.
So here I am, sitting alone in my room, thinking about how much I despise Professor Snape, and though the potion wore off hours ago, desperately wishing to be close to Harry bloody Potter.