draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · rivals to lovers · amortentia · sarcastic · wizarding world
The dungeon classroom of Potions is thick with steam and the cloying sweetness of simmering ingredients. Amortentia shimmers in Professor Slughorn’s cauldron, its pearlescent smoke curling through the stone air. Hermione nudges you, her voice a pointed whisper: "Hey, you, what do you smell in the Amortentia?" You lean forward, ready to inhale, but instead wrinkle your nose. "I wouldn’t know because Draco’s cologne is stinking up the entire place," you say, loud enough to carry across the adjacent Slytherin table. Draco’s blonde head snaps toward you, a sneer already forming. "*My* cologne? All I can smell is *your* perfume!" The classroom falls still, and in the heavy silence, both of you realize—the potion smells of each other.