𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀

Chapter 18

Angels watching ever round thee
All through the night
In thy slumbers close surround thee
All through the night
They will of all fears disarm thee,
No forebodings should alarm thee,
They will let no peril harm thee
All through the night.

"All though the night", Edward Jones

Harry didn't know quite how to act around Malfoy anymore. He had been relieved that Malfoy seemed relaxed and hadn't made a fuss about the whole kissing thing, but somehow it was also disappointing. Because it looked like Harry was the only one of them that thought about the kiss at all, and it annoyed the hell out of him.

And his revelation last night did not help either. He was in love. With Draco sodding Malfoy. And it made sitting next to him in every class highly awkward.

He glanced over at Malfoy who was taking notes on Slughorn's lecture.

"Okay." He suddenly looked up, startling Harry. "Do you even know what potion we're supposed to make today?" He raised an eyebrow at Harry, who once more questioned his sanity and why it had to be this git.

"O-of course," Harry stammered, and then mentally kicked himself.

Draco's lips twitched. "Great, tell me."

"Don't you know yourself, Malfoy?" Harry said defensively.

"No, I was too busy staring at my potions partner to listen." Malfoy allowed his lips to form a wicked grin.Crap.

"Fuck you, Malfoy."

Malfoy's grin turned triumphant and Harry felt his cheeks turn red as he mentally kicked himself again for his poor choice of words.

"We're making the antidote for Veritaserum, so you gather the ingredients and chop and I'll do the hard stuff, okay?"

"Fine." Harry rolled his eyes.

They worked in silence, apart from when Malfoy would suddenly say something like "I'll need those roots soon, get them done," or criticise Harry's chopping. He found that despite Malfoy being his usual git self, it was rather nice to have him as a potions partner. He knew exactly what to do, unlike Ron, and didn't think twice before saying that Harry was doing something wrong, unlike Hermione. And Ron and Hermione were given potions partners now that they were finally together, so that left Harry with Neville or someone else who he didn't quite know how to work with.

And, every time Harry felt Malfoy's elbow brush against him by accident or when their legs bumped into each other, Harry would feel a thrill ripple through him. Just the thought of sitting so close to Malfoy that they accidentally touched one another made Harry smile. And he felt like grinning like an idiot when he saw a small blush on Malfoy's otherwise so pale face when it happened.

"So," Malfoy said after a while, "Now it's done."

"Really?" Harry started, he had lost track of time, measuring it only in the number of times he could get that blush to appear on Malfoy's cheeks.

"Well yes, we have been working on it for a hour, it better be or I'm going to seriously hurt someone."

"I hope you're not talking about me."

"I was thinking more like some random first year."

"Really, Malfoy? Think I'd let you do that?" Harry tensed.

"It was a joke, Potter." He smiled at Harry then, and he felt his breath caught in this throat.

"Oh..." he managed to say. "Did you sleep well, by the way?" he changed the subject.