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"flip to chapter three page 404 of your text book" Professor Snape said in the deadpan tone he always seem to have. "Amortentia, who can tell me what that is?"
In the entire room, only one hand is raised: Hermione's hand.
"Yes… miss Granger." He called upon her to answer.
"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion. It is known for its mother-of-pearl sheen, spiraling steam, and the unique ability to smell differently to each person based on what they find most attractive. But despite it being called a love potion, it cannot create actual love; instead, it induces a dangerous, obsessive infatuation in the drinker. Because of this, it is considered highly dangerous and is strictly controlled in the wizarding world." Hermione stated.
"Well done miss Granger, ten points to gryffindor. You should be thankful to him mister Potter, a few more answers from her would put your house back to it's old points before you managed to attract a mass amounts of it taken." He sneered.
Ron chuckled at the professor's remarks.
"You too mister Weasley earned a good amount of deducted points, so I wouldn't be laughing if I were you." Snape added.
Ron stopped, turning a shade of pink.
"Snide bitch." Harry muttered under his breath.
"And what was that mister Potter?" Snape asked him.
"Nothing professor" harry answered immediately.
Snape turned his head around, it seems as though he didn't hear what Harry said. Thank God for that, he could not imagine the absolute torture of what the professor's detention would be like.
"As miss Granger said, Amortentia is a potion that creates false love, but for the purposes of our lesson we will only focus on the olfactory part of the potion" the professor said sincerely. "And anyone—and I mean anyone—caught using the potion in any other means other than to smell it, will get two months worth's of detention." He warned.
"You will be paired into two." Professor Snape added. "I posted the pairings at the back. You may now look at it as I prepared the materials needed for the potion."
PAIRINGS FOR THE AMORTENTIA POTION
GRANGER - ZABINI
PARKINSON - WEASLEY
NOTT - LONGBOTTOM
POTTER - MALFOY
THOMAS - FINNIGAN
BROWN - PATIL
CRABBE - GOYLE
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"What the fu-" Harry muttered. "Draco Malfoy really? This git of a professor really hates me."
Harry and Draco looked at each other after they saw the pairings—and Jesus were they fucking pissed.
"Potter." Malfoy sneered, seemingly pissed at the prospect of them being paired-up.
"Malfoy." He gritted his teeth so much it nearly felt painful.
Harry raised his hands to get the professor's attention.
"No mister Potter, I will not allow for re-pairings. If you do not wish to partner-up wit mister Malfoy, you might as well walk out pf my classroom." Snape furrowed his brows.
"But-"
"No buts, again the door is on your left. But I must advice you, this is worth 30% of your grades."
Harry had no choice but to sit down along with Malfoy. His arms crossed around his chest.
"Your partner's purpose is to write down the description of your amortentia. You must not lie." He said. " This also means that your partner will know what your type is, so get comfortable." He added as he looked at Harry's and Draco's table, hiding a smirk that Harry saw immediately.
You actual arsehole, you planed this all along. To get Malfoy to know my type so he could use it against me. He thought as he looked at the boy on his right, and Malfoy… he was red?
"Malfoy, are you sick" he asked.
"Uhh… no? why?" The boy returned the question
"You're turning as red as Ron's hair"
"wha-what? No I am most certainly not!" The boy said, as he covered his face.
Harry didn't know how, but he thought that Draco's face got even more red. Then it clicked.
"You… fancy someone." Harry blurted. Draco stayed silent, looking away from harry as much as possible. Harry took the silence as a yes. "Oh my Merlin Draco, who's the unlucky gal?"
Before he could tease Draco some more, he was interrupted by Snape starting the lesson proper.
Snape muttered some spell that Harry did not hear because he was too focused on Draco hiding his flustered face. After the spell the materials popped in front of their desks.
"In front of you are the materials for needed for the potion." The professor started. " I have arranged the ingredients in order to reduce any… explosions" his voice went low and condescending as his eyes landed on Seamus. "Am I assured that would not happen again mister Finnigan."
"Yes professor…" Seamus said as he blushed a little out of embarrassment.
It took them 40 minutes with Snape's guide to finish the potion.
"Now that you are all done with the process of creating the potion, it's now time to smell and describe the potion to your partner." He said with the same mundane voice he always uses.
"So.. what do you smell?" Harry asked the boy beside him.
"What? Why do I go first? You should go first." Draco told him.
"Okay, let's flip a coin. I call heads amd you'll be tails" Harry said as he took a coin.
"Okay but why would i be tails"
"Because i said so, and since i have the coin, i get to decide."
As he was about flip the coin, Malfoy tapped his shoulders and stopped him.
"No. I'll flip it, to make sure you wont tamper with it." He said as he eyed Harry with suspicion.
"Alright fine." Harry sighed.
Draco tossed the coin upward and it landed on tails. Harry was fine with it, he didn't really have a crush on anyone currently and he would like to know what his type smelled like.
Harry went and took a sniff. "Ew, is that fucking hair gel and cologne?" Harry furrowed his eye brows.
"And it's an expensive type of cologne as well… and I'm also picking up something a little fruity? Like an apple of some sorts." Harry complained, he doesn't seem to like his type's smell.
"Uh… what type of apple? Can you tell?" Draco asked, getting a little red.
"Uh yes Draco, I could differentiate colors by smell." Harry sarcastically remarked. I mean who in Merlin's name can smell colors?
"Just try to guess will you Potter?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Red apples smell a little tangy, pink smells sweet, and green ones smells citrous-y"
"Ugh all right." Harry said crossing his arms as he got his nose close to the potion again. "The green one I think… I smell a small bit of lemon…" he's genuinely surprised that worked.
Draco tried to remain calm as he remembered something.
"Your next Draco." Harry smirked he was excited and afraid at the same time and he didn't know why.
The bells rang, signifying another end of a school day. It was time for them to go back to their dorms.
"I gotta go." Draco said in a hurry, he grabbed his stuff and stood up, as he was about to walk away a firm hand took a hold of his wrist.
"No you are not. I told you mine, so you are gonna tell me yours okay?" Harry asked, but it was more of an order.
"it smells of treacle tarts, and broom sticks. It's fucking horrible smelling really." Draco said as he got away from Harry's grip and ran to his dorm. He was as red as hell he thought.
'Weird, I don't know anyone who smells like that… except ginny? But she doesn't like treacle tarts… hmm.' harry pondered as he got his stuff and headed to the gryffindor common room.
When he got there, he spotted Hermione talking to Ron about their amortentia potions.
"Oh hey there harry?" Ron greeted him with a smile on his face.
"You seem pretty jolly?" Harry observed his friend's more than positive attitude. "But that's beside the point. Do you guys know of someone who smells like broomstick and tarts?" He asked genuinely perplexed as who Malfoy smelled.
"Well if you must know Harry, Blaise asked me to go out after we realized we smelled each other. And the other stuff I don't know.." Ron responded.
"Well actually, I do know—" before Hermione could speak, harry interrupted her by accident.
"WHAT? Oh Ron I'm so happy for you!" Harry hugged his best friend. Ron of course hugged back.
"… Ehem as I was saying" Hermione continued speaking as the boys let go of their embrace with one another. "I do know someone who smell like that, but first who smelled it?"
"Malfoy smelled it. Anyways that doesn't matter, I need to know who it is so I could use it against him." Harry said.
"Wait before I tell you, what did you smell?" Hermione asked again.
"I smelled gel, expensive cologne and fucking green apples, but I don't really care about that. I need to know who he smelled." Harry said hastily.
"Oh Harry." Hermione's eyes softened, she looked at Ron as well and it clicked for both of them very quickly.
"Dammit Mione, say it." Harry said, but Hermione didn't know what t say… I mean how can you tell your best friend that his enemy likes him and he likes him back?
"Um… Harry, have you thought about the fact that maybe you don't know anyone who smell like that is because you're the one who smells like that?" Ron interrupted.
"Oh. Oh…" he froze at the realization. "Shit I like him? And he likes me back?
DRACO POV
He ran to his room as quickly as he can, he ignored his friends, he didn't even get them. He just went to bed. He rummaged to his cabinet.
"I know it's here somewhere…" he said while grunting as he lifted a heavy object blocking the way to the bottom part of his cabinet.
"Ah here it is!" He said as if he discovered a new type of dinosaur. He took what he was holding, a green apple scented perfume and placed it on this bedside table. He also took the gel and cologne on his top shelf and placed it on the same table.
"He likes me too" he said, shrieking like a little girl. Actually he was so loud that Blaise and Pansy barged in his room thinking that there was an emergency. What they found was Draco with a red tinted face muttering "he likes me back" and smiling to himself.
"Dude what's happened?" Blaise asked him worriedly.
"Yeah mate he heard you shouting so we came as soon as we could." Pansy added to Blaise's question.1
"Ha-Harry Potter, H-he likes me back…" Draco muttered, it was loud enought to be heard by the two.
"What!?" Both shouted in sync.
"That's amazing draco, what are you planing to do?" Pansy asked.
"Honestly dude, you should just wing it. It's what i did and now i got a date with my Ronald Weasley." He said with a smug smile creeping its way to his face.
"You what? Congrats mate!" Draco said surprised.
"Yeah now i know that he likes me back. I want to know how i can make him mine…" he said.
"Ask him out tomorrow. Aren't you invited to the gryffindor friday party? George and Fred said were really excited about since they're hosting it this year." Pansy suggested.
"You know what pansy, that's actually a really good idea coming from you." said Draco, he was impressed.
"I beg your finest pardon Draco? Why do you sound amazed? I always create the greatest ideas we execute. Jerk." Pansy said, agasphed at Malfoy's audacity.
It was late at night and Draco was still looking for a good outfit to wear on the party. He wanted to make a good impression considering his first impression towards the weren't really tasteful.
Draco smiled. Tomorrow, he's gonna ask Harry Potter to be His.