- Draco teasing Harry about his cologne
- Harry tries a new one and Draco says he smells worse than Weasley
- Harry puts on amortentia and strides up to Draco
- Draco doesn’t smell anything different…
“Oh for Merlin’s sake!” Draco snaps as we work on our potion, “You reek of cheap cologne.” He shakes his head, grey eyes challenging me but I just ignore the jibe, going to the cupboard to get the mistletoe berries for the Forgetfulness Potion. I can feel his eyes on back but when I make my way back over he’s inspecting the instructions so I throw in four of the berries, rolling my eyes as he yelps and jumps away from the splash back, “What the hell Harry!”
I stay quiet and go to stir the potion five times as it says, noticing it said to crush the berries not to put them straight in the cauldron and just hope Draco hasn’t. “It says anti-clockwise you poof!” Draco shooes me away so I just sit down, watching as the blood red liquid begins to bubble up and suddenly, and kind of predictably, there’s a crash. Draco ends up on the floor, covered from head to toe in the potion, a few drops splattering onto my robes.
“Mister malfoy, it said to crush the berries before putting them in.” Professor Slughorn comes over and I frown because everyone knows Draco aces Potions but me on the other hand…
“Ah Professor, that was me.” I interrupt, much to the rest of the class’ surprise and go over to my ex nemesis, offering him a hand to which he surprises me by taking. Once he’s on his feet he lets my hand go and takes a huge step back, head bowed and hair falling over his face, the red a sharp contrast to his usually platinum hair.
“Well clear this up then you may both be excused to go sort yourself out.” Slughorn nods, eyes narrowing slightly at Draco who goes to protest but decides against it with a heavy sigh. He goes to grab the cauldron but I stop him, hand on his arm, telling him to go and that I can do it.
He raises his head, grey eyes meeting mine for a fleeting second, long enough for me to realise they’re shining with tears, before nodding in thanks then turning and leaving the classroom.
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Dinner rolls around and I’m following Ron and Hermione down to the great hall, sitting at the eighth year table that has been squeezed in by along the far wall. I sit opposite my two best mates, watching their usual habits of eating with a small smile as maybe things are starting to go back to normal. Ron, of course, beings to fill his plate with as much as he can while Hermione only takes the vegetables, trying a muggle thing called being vegetarian at which Ron rolls his eyes.
“You not going to eat?” The familiar smell of apple tart fills my senses and I immediately know Draco has joined us for some reason. Looking up, Blaise is sitting himself next to Ron, trying to ignite a conversation while Pansy has sat on my otherside eating and ignoring us all.
“Hadn’t got round to it yet.” I reply and actually decide to pile on some sausages and mash onto my plate. Before I can dig in Hermione layers my food with a mountain of vegetables, making me grumble but stop at the look she gives me, “Why are you here?” I turn my attention back to Draco.
“I came to say thank you,” He holds his hand out for me to shake and I pause before shaking it, “But your cologne smells worse than before, did you use the Weasel’s?” He snorts which a playful smirk on his lips. I raise an eyebrow at him and he shrugs, beginning to get himself some food so I go back to my own, always enjoying the food Hogwarts provides. The first feast I had here was the first time I had ever been able to eat a proper meal without having been the one to make it.
I’m jogged from my thoughts by Draco elbowing me, to which I go to protest until he nods across the table where Blaise and Ron are having what seems like a stare off but their faces are way too close for it to be just that, making me realise what’s going on, “Are they?” I whisper and Draco leans closer, replying with an “Uh-huh. Flirting.”
“And you called me a poof.” I protest, remembering from Potions earlier.
“You’re wearing Weasley’s cologne, guys don’t share.” He replies and I narrow my eyes at him, deciding to prove him wrong and that I can smell really good. Tomorrow I’m going to wear some amortentia, then I know he won’t be able to resist me - wait what? No, no, no, he won’t be able to say I smell bad or mock my cologne.
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This was a bad idea I realise as I’ve had so many people come up to me and ask what I’m wearing, some chasing me saying they love me and that it was meant to be. Turning the corner I spot a familiar blond figure talking to Pansy so I sprint over.
“Quick, how do I smell?” I interrupt and practically hide behind Draco when Pansy’s eyes widen as she gets a whiff of the amortentia.
“Like the Weasel’s cologne so still awful.” Draco replies and I pause, “Why does Pansy look like she wants to eat you?”
“I’m wearing amortentia.” I hiss and he freezes before turning to face me, burying his face in my neck and mumbling something, “What?”
“You’re going to kill me Potter.” He pulls away and slams his lips to mine, making let out a squeak of surprise before I realise this is what I’ve always wanted.
