(Part Two to Curse because you heathens wouldn't leave me alone about it)

"Fuck's sake, Harry! Why can't you just admit that you love him?" Hermione sighs for the sixth time in three days.

"Because I don't know if I do!" he exclaims. 

She rolls her eyes. "Fuck's sake. Drink a love potion, and if nothing changes, then you'll know."

His eyebrows shoot up. "That's genius. Be right back."

She nods, rolling her eyes.

Ten minutes later, Harry is in the Potions classroom with Ginny.

"I need a love potion for me towards Draco."

She frowns. "You would need a strand of his hair."

"I figured," Harry replies, grinning and showing her a vial with a strand of Draco's golden hair in it.

Ginny has a strange glint in her eyes as she grabs a vial off the shelf. "Here's the potion I would use. The spell has complications, but this ensures good results. If it really doesn't work, there's no doubt in my mind that you're in love with him."

He nods, and takes the vial, dropping Draco's hair in it. It dissolves instantly, and the potion turns gold.

He sighs. "Here goes." 

He downs the bottle, and Ginny starts laughing.

He shakes his head slightly, before looking at her. "What?"

"The love spell works fine. I just wanted to see what you would do if you couldn't control yourself around him," she says wickedly.

He frowns. "I don't under-" 

Suddenly, he is overcome with dizziness, and as it fades, one name is in his mind and it is Draco Malfoy.

"It's a Lust Potion," Ginny snickers, but Harry ignores her and rushes out the door.

He practically runs to the Great Hall, and pushes open the door, heading straight for the Slytherin table.

"Draco," he hisses the second he reaches the blonde. "I need to talk to you. Now."

"Your eyes are very dark," Draco says in a worried tone. "Are you alright?"

Harry squeezes his eyes shut, physically restraining himself from pouncing on Draco right then and there. "No, not really. Can we please go out to the hall?"

Draco nods, looking worried, and stands quickly, following Harry out into the hallway.

Harry thinks it's funny because their situations were switched three days ago, but that thought flies out of his head as he presses Draco against the wall and kisses him hard.

"Harry," Draco says, breathlessly pulling away from the kiss. "Does this mean you like me too?"

"What do I have to say to get you to take your shirt off?" Harry mumbles, kissing Draco's neck.

"Fuck, that feels good. Harry, we should talk about this."

"Later. Right now I wanna fuck you."

"Jesus, Harry, calm down, what's wrong with-" Draco stiffens. "Harry, are you under a Lust Potion?"

"No, this is entirely me," Harry hisses, pulling at Draco's shirt in an attempt to get it off.

"Harry, I'm a virgin."

"Don't care."

"Harry, I'm not comfortable having sex with you."

"Don't care."

"Yep, you're under a potion. You wouldn't agree to sex unless it was entirely consensual. Get off me."

"No." Harry continues to attack him.

"Fuck's sake. You're impossible. I'm giving you one more chance to back away before I curse you. Please back away."

With willpower Harry didn't know he has, he pushes himself backwards, attempting to steady himself.

"Thank you," Draco says calmly.

"Are you really a virgin?"

"We should stay off the topic of sex. I don't know how long this potion works, or how to reverse it."

Harry nods, attempting to control himself. "You look delicious."

"And you look insane."

Harry closes his eyes and relaxes a bit.

"Is it better when you can't see me?"

Harry bites his lip. Is Draco's voice always so sexy, or is it the potion? "Yes. Your voice is sexy and so are you."

"Why thank you. Would it help if I blindfolded you?"

Harry nods.

A whispered spell, and then silk is gently covering his eyes. He relaxes a bit more.

"That's good. We should go into another classroom, so no one walks in on this. Come on."

Harry stiffens as Draco's hand holds his.

"Relax, Harry."

"I can't. I'm doing everything in my willpower to not pounce on you right now."

"Oh. Sorry. Just a little farther."

Then he is pulled to the right, and he hears a door shut.

"Perfect. Now, who gave you the potion?"

"Fuck, you smell good. Is that lavender?"

"Harry, focus."

"It is lavender! It's intoxicating."

"Jesus Christ."

Harry laces his fingers with the hand holding his and pulls. He feels Draco move, and suddenly Draco's body is against his.

"Fuck, what the fuck?"

Harry traces up Draco's arm with his other hand until he reaches Draco's lips, which he proceeds to kiss.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Harry," Draco gasps. "Not that I don't love kissing you, it's just that I don't love kissing you when you're under a potion. I'm going to restrain your hands."

"Kinky. Gonna tie me up and have your way with me?" Harry murmurs.

"You are not going to turn me on right now. I have self-control. I have self-control. I have self-control."

"Please tie me up and have your way with me," Harry begs.

He feels Draco behind him, gently tying silk ropes around his wrists. "Jesus Christ, you're hot, but no. You're under a potion, which means you can't consent."

"I'm consenting right now, potion or not. Please?"

"No. Who gave you the potion?"

"I'll tell you if you fuck me."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"You suck."

"You swallow," Draco replies, seven years of instinct being Pansy's friend coming through.

Harry grins. "Only for you, Draco."

Draco groans, dropping his head. "You're terrible."

"Again, only for you."

"Who gave you the potion?"

"Kiss me, and I'll tell you."

"No. You can't consent to a kiss under potions either. That's sexual assault."

"Ugh. You're an asshole."

"Please, Harry, why won't you tell me? Don't you want to return to your normal state of mind?"

"Not really. In my normal state of mind, I can't figure out whether I love you back or not. At least in this state, I'm thinking with my dick instead of my heart."

"Oh." Draco's voice is soft. "Is that why you took the potion?"

"No. My intent was to take a love potion, so I could find out if I really loved you. Ginny gave me a lust one instead- oh, shit."

"Thank you!" Draco says brightly, standing up. "I'll be back in two minutes. Stay here."

"Can't do much else, can I?" Harry mutters from his seat against the wall.

He is met with soft laughter, and then a slamming door.

He waits for what seems like forever until the door opens again.

"Jesus, Malfoy, what sort of kinky shit are you two doing?"

"He wouldn't stop trying to touch me, and he said it's easier to restrain himself when he can't see me."

Ginny laughs. 

"Can you please undo it?"

Ginny snorts. "But it's so funny seeing Harry like this."

"Weasley. I'll kill you."

"Fine."

Harry's blindfold is taken off quickly, and Ginny is grinning at him.

"I hate you," he mutters, before his eyes lock on Draco, who is standing behind Ginny. "Oh, hello love. You left me. I was all alone. I missed you. Maybe you can make to up to me?"

Ginny raises her eyebrows. "Holy shit. His voice is dead sexy when he's being seductive. How did you restrain yourself?"

Draco rolls his eyes. "The basic rules of consent apply to those under the influence of potions."

"Ah, so you have morals. I don't."

"See!" Harry exclaims. "Ginny understands! Why won't you have your way with me?"

Ginny is silently laughing. Draco is scowling. "Just drink the fucking potion."

Harry obeys immediately, tilting his head back as Ginny pours the potion down his throat. Draco waves his wand, and Harry's hands are free.

He groans as a blinding pain shoots through his head, and then all traces of lust are gone.

"You okay?" Draco says quietly.

"Ginny, I'm going to kill you and then myself," Harry murmurs.

"That means yes," Ginny says, laughing.

"I'm really sorry, Draco," Harry mumbles, too ashamed to even look at the blonde. 

"We're even. Besides, at least you tried to restrain yourself."

"I also tried to forcefully take your shirt off, and was only stopped by the threat of your cursing me."

"All is forgiven."

Ginny smirks. "Well, while Blondie is here, why don't we test out the love spell?"

Harry stands and nods slowly. "I guess."

Ginny waves her wand and whispers the incantation, and a small shower of pink sparks fall on Harry."

"Well?" Draco asks quietly. He looks tense.

Harry waits a moment before responding.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Draco's face falls. "Oh," he whispers.

"No, I worded that horribly. I mean I think I'm actually in love with you. The spell isn't working."

Draco's eyes are dancing with hope. "You're sure?"

"Positive," Harry whispers breathlessly, before walking up to him and kissing him gently.

"I'm... gonna...leave," Ginny mutters, ducking out of the classroom.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Harry whispers.

"Of course. You think after all this I'm letting you go?" Draco laughs.