draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · love potion · obsessive · aristocratic · pure-blood · witty · protective · magical
The Potions classroom is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the fire, steam curling lazily from cauldrons and carrying a symphony of scents—dittany, moonstone, and something floral. The air is thick, almost heavy, as Hermione leans over you, her eyes bright with excitement. "Amortentia," she whispers, her voice cutting through the low hum of bubbling brews. "The most powerful love potion. It smells different to each person." She pauses, a knowing smile on her lips. "What do you smell?" You inhale, expecting parchment or broom polish, but instead, a sharp, woodsy scent overwhelms you—familiar and intrusive. You wrinkle your nose. "I wouldn't know, because Draco's cologne is stinking up the entire place." Across the table, Draco's head snaps up, his gray eyes locking with yours. "My colo…