Love and Other Potions

Possession {Draco}{Harry}

Requested by @Whalestreet73. Thanks for requesting! ♡
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You're sitting in the Courtyard flipping through your favorite novel. Today is a gorgeous day, and you had to go outside and enjoy it. You lazily lean against a tree and flip the page.

A large shadow appears over your book. You look up to see Cedric Diggory. He gives you a charming smile.

"Hi Y/N."

"Hullo Cedric."

"I was wondering if you'd go to Hogsmeade with me? Like on a date?"

"Uhm-"

"Sorry Diggory. It's not gonna happen. Y/N's no longer on the market," a distinct drawl says from behind the tree.

Cedric blushes and looks at the ground.

"Sorry Y/N. I didn't realize you were taken."

"Well-"

"Move along Diggory," Draco snaps.

"Well, bye Y/N. Sorry to bother you."

"Bye Cedric."

He shuffles away in defeat as Draco sits down next to you.

"Why do you do that? That's the third time this week."

He sighs and lays his head in your lap, right on top of your book.

"Because you're mine. No one else can have you."

You chuckle.

"Draco, you haven't properly asked me out. You just keep telling me I'm yours."

"Because you are."

"You have to ask me out before I become 'yours'."

"DRAKIE," screeches an annoyingly high pitched voice.

Draco sighs impatiently as he sits up.

"I better go find her before she gets too annoying," he grumbles.

"Okay. See you Draco."

"Bye Y/N. Remember whose you are."

"My own!"

"Nope."

He winks and walks away. You sigh exasperatedly.

Draco was a complete jerk to anyone who asked you out and claims you as his own. But he hasn't asked you out. He refuses to ask you out. It confuses you. If he wanted you to be his, he'd ask you out! That jerk!

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"Longbottom, L/N." Snape's drawl echoes across the dungeon, deciding the fate of your Potion partner.

Neville walks over to your table.

"Hey Y/N," he says meekly.

"Hey Neville."

You both work quietly next to each other.

"Hey Neville, will you go get me another rat tail?"

"Sure."

You look at the ingredients in the cauldron. Wait. The potion is supposed to be a light lilac, not a deep red. . .

BOOM!

The potion explodes everywhere. You can feel Snape's scowl from across the room.

"L/N, you incompetent fool!"

"But-"

"Detention tonight. Be here at six," he grits out.

He stops and looks at Harry's and Ron's potion.

"Potter, you'll be joining us."

"But I-"

"Tonight at six."

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You walk into Snape's classroom exactly at 6. You look around, expecting to see Harry or at least Snape, but neither are there. You sit down and wait about five minutes before a flustered Harry bursts into the room. His eyes frantically search the room before they land on you.

"Where is he?"

You shrug in response. He walks down the aisle quickly and sits next to you as the dungeon door slams open.

"Potter, L/N, I see that you made it in one piece. Such a pity."

You scowl down at the desk.

"I want you to scrub this entire floor without magic. I have a meeting with Dumbledore to attend. No funny business and the floor better be spotless when I return. Begin."

After the billowing of his robes, he was gone. Alrighty then.

You go over to the sponges and buckets that were left on his desk for this joyous occasion. You silently begin your work as Harry grabs his bucket. You get into your work and completely zone out.

"You missed a spot."

You look up to see Harry standing over you. Then you look at his part of the floor.

"Well, it looks like you missed the whole floor," you tease.

He chuckles.

"You realize he's going to make us redo it at least three times before we leave, right? There's no reason to be actually doing it unless he's in here."

You raise an eyebrow at him.

"You sound like a detention expert."

He shrugs.

"When Snape hates you for no reason, you get a lot of detention."

"That's true."

You put your sponge back into the bucket as he sits down next to you.

"I think he's a git because he's never had a girlfriend."

You snort with amusement.

"I don't think that's it."

"Why not?"

You shrug at him.

"Because I've never been in a relationship and look at me." (Go with it if you have.)

"Y-you've never been in a relationship?"

"Uh... that's what I just said."

"You've got to be lying!"

"I'm not. Why would you say that?"

"Because you're attractive. Why wouldn't you be in a relationship? Has no one asked you out?"

"When I was eight."

He scoots closer.

"So you're not dating anyone now?"

"No...."

"So it'd be okay if I were to ask you out?"

You chuckle.

"That doesn't mean I'll say yes."

He winks.

"I'll take my chances."

He grabs your hand.

"Y/N L/N, you're a beautiful human being. Can I make you mine?"

"Why Mr. Potter, I'd be delighted."

He chuckles and lifts his hand to lightly stroke your cheek.

"Mine," he says gently.

Normally, that would sound possessive in a bad way, but Harry somehow made it sound romantic.

"Yours."

He leans a little closer, searching your eyes for permission. He finally connects his lips to yours.

The dungeon door slams open.

"What are you two nimrods doing?!"