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"What's the magic word, Potty?" Asked Malfoy, still grasping the other boy's face.

"Please?" Whispered Harry, and Draco smirked proudly. He leaned closer to Potter's ear—which wasn't far away as Harry was laying on his lap— and uttered seductively. "Good."

He reached out for the material and took out another tablet. Harry immediately snatched it as if he was severely eager for more. Draco watched with a glint in his eyes as the boy beneath him started acting like a completely different person—and he liked this version just the same, or maybe even better.

"Go on, Draco. Ask me anything." He breathed out. He then looked up at the blonde boy since he received no response for a while.

He just called him Draco.

Malfoy remained still, although his head was completely spinning. He could not erase the sound of his name on Potter's mouth. It felt so... pleasurable, to say the least. He immediately disregarded his thoughts and began wondering what sort of question he was going to ask Potter.

He was in the mood to magnify his ego even more now, so he decided to ask, "Do you fancy me, Harry?" He had to admit, it felt utterly weird to call Potter by his first name, given the fact that the two boys were enemies their whole lives.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the tone of his name on Malfoy's mouth, but then, he felt like he needed to answer the question. It was like the words were pushing their way out of his mouth without consent.

"I'm addicted to you, Malfoy." His eyes immediately shut closed after he said that as a flush of embarrassment fled through him—but he knew that was what Draco wanted to hear.

"Well, I could say I'm flattered, darling." He spoke as he brought his hand closer to Harry's face. His index and middle finger brushed along the skin on his jawline, down to his neck, making Harry sigh pleasurably. "You see, a lot of people are obsessed with me, as you know of course, but hearing it from you makes me weak to my knees."

Harry wasn't sure if what Malfoy was admitting was a result of the Veritaserum, but either way, he was enjoying every second of it.

"Hey Draco," He muttered quietly, but high enough for the blonde to hear. "How many people have you gotten with? Sexually I mean."

Malfoy rolled his eyes visibly and looked down, smirking. "Well, obviously I'm not a virgin." He paused, feeling every bit of glee watching Potter's face. "I can't even remember, but surely not less than ten people."

The brown-haired boy left no response, he only huffed and Draco immediately understood.

"Jealousy looks good on you, darling." He whispered with a hint of arrogance.

"Shut up, moron."

"Or what, scarface?"

"Just shut up and kiss me already."

And with that, Malfoy grabbed Harry's red tie and pulled him by full force, smashing their lips together. Potter gasped at the quick action but immediately kissed back with zero hesitation, melting under the blonde's touch.

"I'm mental about you. Y'know that?" Breathed Draco into the kiss.

"Mhm." The other boy hummed, smiling briefly. He pulled back gently, his lips tracing their way onto Malfoy's jaw, then neck, planting a trail of soft kisses along the pale skin. Draco's hands reached out and grasped onto Harry's messy brown hair, and began running his fingers in it—he had always wanted to ruffle through it for what seemed like forever.

Harry was relishing every moment of this experience, words could not explain how much he'd missed this. Although in some place in the back of his head, or you could say his subconscious, a voice kept telling him that this was not right—that it wasn't real because they were on drugs—that he was going to regret every second and every kiss or touch the two boys shared when he wakes up sober the next day.
But Harry didn't care, he simply disregarded them, because tonight, he decided he's going to follow his heart and desires.
It wouldn't hurt anybody, would it?

He was then flipped over suddenly, only to realize that Draco was now on top of him. He felt the familiar pair of cold lips crash onto his own, full of hunger and lust. He wrapped his arms around Malfoy's head, allowing the blonde to nibble on the flesh of his neck. They went on like this for a while... until...

Harry noticed something alarming on the blonde's collarbone. Now that he was close enough to Malfoy, he could see them properly.

He froze.

No wonder he did not want me to turn the lights on.

There were a dozen of scars, planted on Malfoy's skin. His neck. His jaw. Some even on his face.
And there was probably even more underneath.
He stayed still for a second, speechless. It wasn't hard for him to realize from where they had come from.
He felt a severe pain in his chest when he began recalling what Malfoy had done before Summer, and that he got those scars to keep Harry safe.

"What's wrong?" Questioned Draco as he rose up to have a better look at the boy beneath him.

"Draco..." He whispered, shaking his head slightly.

The blonde took a moment to grasp onto what was going on, and then it hit him.
He saw them.

"Draco-" Spoke Potter, taking a huge gulp.

"Nothing. You didn't see anything." Spat Malfoy, his tone as cold as ice.

"No. No, it's not. Mal-"

"I said it's nothing."

Harry remained quiet for a moment and began considering what he can do.
Alright then, I'll just ask him, as a question. He won't have a choice but to answer truthfully.
But Harry already knows how Malfoy got those scratches and scars, so he decided to ask him why.

"Draco. Why did you do that? Th-the thing you did before Summer?"