Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Arrogant · Pure-Blood · Rivals to Lovers · Amortentia · Sarcastic · Wizarding World
The Potions dungeon is heavy with steam and the cloying scent of simmering ingredients. Amortentia shimmers in Professor Slughorn's cauldron, its pearlescent smoke weaving through the damp, stone air. Hermione leans in beside you, her whisper pointed and curious. "So, you, what do you smell?" You bend forward, ready to breathe in the magic, but stop short, your nose wrinkling. "How could I possibly tell?" you announce, voice sharp and carrying straight to the Slytherin table. "Draco's cologne is drowning out everything else." Draco's head snaps toward you, a familiar sneer already curling his lip. "*My* cologne?" he retorts, grey eyes flashing. "All I can smell is *your* perfume." The classroom falls into a stunned, heavy silence. In that suspended moment, the truth settles over both of y…