Ace Slytherins convince Ambrosius and his wife to stock ace pride sweets at Honeydukes. (Many of which are simply the pride colors, but some of which change a person’s tongue or hair to the pride colors. One of which also conjures a temporary dragon tattoo that flits around to different parts of the body.)
Ace Slytherins are the least phased by acephobic comments.
Some ace Slytherins are out and proud and won’t let you forget it.
Some ace Slytherins only talk about their sexuality with their friends because those are the only people who deserve to know such an important thing about them.
Ace Slytherins constantly discuss the morality of amortentia in potions class even when they won’t be studying love potions for several months.
Ace Slytherins spearhead event planning for Ace Awareness Week at Hogwarts.
Ace Slytherins like to eat breakfast together. They spread out with other friends for lunch and dinner, but breakfast time is ace time.
Ace Slytherins look regal af in pride clothing combos of purple and emerald.
It Just Happened (Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort Imagine)
(A/N: Request for Tom Riddle angst! Female reader!)
You couldn’t remember how it started, just that you suddenly saw him one day - it just happened. You’d always found Tom Riddle to be handsome and like every other girl at Hogwarts you’d steal glances at him from the corner of your eye, but that meant little to you - he was just pleasing to look at.
Speaking to the boy was about as interesting as speaking to a windowpane. He was utterly dull and you’d find yourself making excuses to leave as soon as you couldn’t bare to pretend to be interested in the conversation anymore. Long story short, Tom Riddle was boring.
You hated boring.
But then one morning you woke up, dressed yourself, chatted with your roommates on the way to the Great Hall, taking your usual spot next to your closest friends, halfway up the table - and then it happened.
“Y/N, you’ll never guess who’s looking at you right now.” Your girlfriends huddled together and leaned forward, whispering to you, their eyes darting from you to something behind you.
Turning your head in the direction of their shared gaze, your eyes met with the most beautiful brown orbs you’d ever seen. Shaped by thick, long lashes that fluttered lightly as his stare intensified, you felt a painful burst of adoration for him explode within you.
“Tom Riddle is looking at you, Y/N!” You couldn’t look away, you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t blink, you could only stare back at the handsome Slytherin who had somehow after years of going unthought of captured you entirely.
The rest of the morning your heart furiously pounded in your chest, refusing to calm as you came to your only shared class with the Slytherin - or lack thereof. A free period that you knew he used to study in the library, a place you rarely went to.
Breaths coming out in short pants, you felt sweat begin to form on your brow and lower back and hoped it wasn’t prominent. You were almost sprinting through corridors, up stairs and past paintings that scolded you for running inside.
You didn’t care, all that was on your mind was finding Tom Riddle. His face was the only thing you could see and his name was the only thing you could hear.
Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Tom, Tom, Tom.
“Tom!” You shouted as you burst into the library, eyes darting about as you rushed past book sections, frantically searching for the boy.
Practically sobbing, your heart threw itself around violently from beneath your rib cage and as you entered the far end of the library, there he was. Sitting with one leg folded over the other in his wooden desk chair, his eyes scanned over the pages of the book he held in his long, slender fingers.
What you did next was so unlike you, something your friends and family would absolutely not believe. You rushed to Tom, his name on your lips and your arms outstretched. Hands spread and gliding over his shoulders and gripping at the expanse of his broad chest.
Your hands roamed all over Tom’s chest and stomach before coming up to cup his cheeks, pulling him into a desperate kiss you’d never needed before this day.
As if expecting it, Riddle hummed approvingly into your mouth, book falling to the floor as his fingers wrapped around your wrists, thumbs brushing against the fabric of your robes.
“Tom,” you whimpered and the brunette chuckled, pulling away from you and watching your face carefully. “What’s gotten into you, Y/N? You’ve never been all too interested in me before.”
He was right, there was absolutely nothing natural about your sudden recognition of the boy you’d never cared for in your six years of knowing him - or knowing of him.
“Of course I have!” You lied, hands shaking violently as tears welled in your eyes, you couldn’t control yourself.
“Please Tom, please,” you begged, tilting your head to kiss him again. Tom didn’t protest but he didn’t respond either and this made you panic.
“I think I love you.”
Your lips trailed from his to his jawline where you whispered against his flesh. “I love you, Tom.”
To your surprise, you felt the mysterious boy’s head tilt and you blushed wildly as a soft sigh left him. Pride swelled within you and you sucked dark blotches into his neck, knees quaking anxiously as you hovered above him.
“Do you love me, Y/N? Truly?” Tom asked softly and you unlatched yourself from him to meet his eyes, stroking his hair affectionately. “So, so much.”
After your declaration of love to the Slytherin, you were rarely seen apart.
Hand-in-hand, the two of you went everywhere together and you even began spending time with his group of friends. You were so intent on pleasing him that you hardly noticed that you were spending less and less time with your own, not noticing their mourning of you.
“Y/N,” Tom called softly, fingertips tracing against the rosy flesh of your cheek, “I’ll return to you soon.”
Crying softly, you threw yourself into your husband’s embrace. His long arms wrapped around you and his fingers ran though your hair.
“Will you long for me, dear?”
You nodded furiously, sniffing as you sobbed into his vest. “Of course, my love. I long for you always.”
Tilting your head with his hand, Tom kissed you passionately and your fingers tangled into his thick waves. You continued to cry as you kissed him, lips pressing desperately into his. Your crying only ceased when you felt large hands slide up your blouse and over your swollen belly, fingers barely grazing your protruding belly button.
“I’ll definitely be here for our child,” he promised, “I simply cannot wait to meet him.”
You scoffed, “It’ll be a girl.” Tom let out a low chuckle at your constant debate on your baby’s gender, he said boy, you said girl and it was a constant but playful battle.
Hesitantly releasing you into the protection of the followers he’d accumulated since graduation, your husband Apparated from your sight, leaving you and your unborn baby alone in the old manor he’d claimed for himself after the murder of his muggle father and grandparents.
Weeks passed without word of Tom’s whereabouts in Albania and just as you were about to go in search for him despite his followers’ specific instructions to keep you within the manor, he returned.
Face pale and eyes sunken in, Tom returned to you safely but somehow different and it troubled you deeply.
Standing in one of the many kitchens, preparing yourself a meal that would revolt anyone else, but your pregnant self demanded, you argued aggressively with the man who’s arms were lazily draped around you.
“I feel fine, dear,” Tom said, “better than I’ve felt in years.”
“I know when you lie, Riddle. Don’t you know how worried I am about you? This quest of yours is getting out of hand,” you cut aggressively into your hideous sandwich and continued your rant on deaf ears.
“You forget that we’re married, lovely.” The brunette teased and you scoffed, “What of it?”
Tom nuzzled into your neck and breathed in your scent, sighing deeply and squeezing you closer and you let out a low groan.
“You’re so manipulati - ”
Your handsome lover raised a brow at your unfinished sentence but only became alert when the dish you’d been holding slipped from your shaking hands and his eyes fell to the ground.
A puddle surrounded your shaking form and Tom wrapped himself around you, Apparating to an upstairs bedroom and carrying you to your shared bed. You shivered wordlessly there and didn’t protest when several others appeared into the room, men and women.
The next eight hours were the most painful you’d ever experienced and no amount of magic could dull your agony.
You screamed, cried and begged for it to stop until your voice gave and even Tom’s usually calm demeanor was shaken. His hands cupped yours and you squeezed, screaming as you were commanded to push over and over and over.
You felt as if your body was about to break or split and despite all the tears flooding your eyes and the sweat running down your face, with one final heave you caught a glimpse of a writhing pair of legs.
Head falling back, your eyes fluttered closed and the sound of a crying babe lulled you to sleep. You did it, you’d had your baby.
“Mother,” a soft voice called, “mother, I’m hungry.”
You moaned softly, rubbing your lids roughly as you stirred in Tom’s arms.
Reaching out and pulling back the covers, you wriggles from your fleshy cage and slipped on your gown and slippers, smiling as your son’s hand slipped into yours.
“What would you like, darling?”
Looking down at your five year old, you noted just how much he looked like his father.
Dark brown hair framed his pale face and you felt your heart flutter every time those familiar brown eyes looked up at you. He was utterly gorgeous, just like his father - his father who was looking less and less like himself every day.
You spent most of your time tending to your son and in return he was a well behaved, obedient boy.
And then one day, just as abruptly it had come, your love and devotion to your husband, the father of your beautiful baby boy, was gone. You packed your suitcase in the dead of night, gathering as many of your belongings as you could before waking your son, promising him you were going to take him somewhere wonderful. He gleefully accepted and you held him close, wand at the ready. You pulled off the dark ring Tom had given to you as your engagement ring and placed it on the bedside table.
You Apparated away. Far, far away in search for your long forgotten family with your son at your side, the feeling of being absolutely free and your own overwhelming you.
You weren’t sure what happened, why you woke in a panic and the need to escape took over, but you knew it was right. Somehow you knew it was meant to be this way despite not knowing why.
Title: Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love(Chapter 1 of 4) Author: @aibidil Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Word Count: 23k Rating: Explicit Summary: A group of wizards’ rights activists retaliate against the Ministry after Hermione Granger wages a campaign to outlaw love potions. The group invents a sexual assault potion that throws the Ministry into chaos and starts a debate about the horror of magic’s role in sexual assault. Auror Harry Potter, Potions expert Draco Malfoy, Senior Undersecretary Hermione Granger, and Wheezes’ love potion expert Ron Weasley are assigned to the case. As they pursue the attackers and navigate the murky legal nature of consent, Harry and Draco are forced to confront their own desires. Tags: case fic, potions, potions theory, amortentia, love potion, lust potion, halloween, consent, wizarding literature, sexual assault, sexual harassment, legal drama, wizengamot, wizarding law, politics, costume party, feminism, men’s rights movement, magical university, magical internet, science, chemistry, dildos, communication, soul bond, UST, pining, getting together, established relationship, explicit sexual content, explicit language, Post-Hogwarts, EWE Content Warning: There is no rape/non-con in this fic (there’s one instance of non-graphic off-screen non-con of unnamed characters), but there is extended and in-depth discussion of the nature of sexual assault and as such could be triggering. Author’s Notes: This fic is a labor of love and owes so much to so many people, including @tdcatsblog, @carpemermaidtales, @synonym-for-life, @callingdrarry, @llap115, @nova-n0va, @lol-zeitgeistic and everyone else in the Drarry Discord who helped me think it all through. It was partially inspired by @blumearts‘s awesome Hermione fan art, and it’s being posted today for Love Potion day of the @drarry-halloween-fest! The subsequent chapters will update before Halloween, and they will alternate POV between the other three main characters. But this is Ron’s chapter!
“Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in the world.“ - Hermione Granger
"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them.”
Noctis Lucis Caelum:
“Huh? Me? Um, alright…I smell…”
“Heh…my dad’s old cologne…I remember that it would sink into his skin after a long day at the Citadel…”
“Didn’t know that you were sentimental, buddy! Hahaha, my turn!”
“Oh, that’s definitely the smell of the Regalia’s leather seats!”
“Something citrus, for sure! But I can’t tell which one…!”
“And, ah! That smells like something right out of the oven. Cookies, or pie, or cinnamon rolls…”
“Alright, alright, now I’m curious. Lemme see.”
“Huh, I can recognize that smell from a mile away. That’s old books.”
“But it’s also the Citadel’s garden…Or at least the flowers that Iris brings home from there.”
“And campfire smoke. Surrounded by the open atmosphere, fresh air, under the stars…What’s not to love?”
“The scent differs upon person depending on what attracts them? Hmm..Well, that would be…”
“A fresh cup of Ebony, brewed to perfection. Even out of the can it’s divine…but taken right out of the coffee machine or French press, it can’t be beat.”
“The lovely smell of cashmere, fresh linen, flannel.”
“And why, that’s the smell of the pastry from long ago. The one that I tried recreating for our prince.”
“The memory lane pastry from Tenebrae?”
“Yes, the one that I recall is ‘not quite the same.’“
request: “Would love a Draco x reader imagine where they’re best friends and they’re always really close and they smell each other in the amortentia? I know so original but your writing style is good so it’d be great for you to write a version of this imagine ?” — by anon
a/n: *badly impersonates professor trelawney* you have the markings of a true seer, my child! lol, but seriously, i was thinking about making an imagine like the one you requested, anon. and i am very pleased that someone asked for it bECAUSE THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WAHAHAHA. also, i might have blushed when you said my writing style is good 💓 hope you enjoy! x
Those were the words you uttered just as your best friend, and probably the longest companion you have ever had, sat down beside you like he usually did in Potions. You noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore the scowl he had whenever he saw Potter — which you assumed was the reason why his features were all annoyed, since Harry was in the very same class right now.
Draco took out his textbook, “What took me so long? You’re the one who didn’t wait for me when I clearly told you that we’d meet at the entrance of the Great Hall before going here.”
A blush crept on your cheeks, clearly remembering that he indeed told you that before the two of you parted ways this morning after breakfast. Draco was looking at you with a disapproving look and all you managed to do was sheepishly smile at him, which made him roll his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” you whispered just as Professor Slughorn began his discussion about a potion that was called Amortentia. “I completely forgotten it because Ron had a question and —”
“Wait a minute. Why on earth are you on first name basis with that Weasel?” Draco hastily cut you off, turning his body so that he faced you while you still tried to listen to Slughorn’s boring introduction.
You glanced at him. “Because unlike you, I’m not a git, Draco.” you couldn’t help but plaster a smirk on your lips, making him scoff.
But truth be told, only you could insult Draco face to face and get away with it. You have been friends with him since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, the compartment that he was occupying that time the only available place you could find to stay in. It still surprises you whenever you remember it because you were always under the impression that he was just as egotistical and snobbish as his father.
Well, he kind of still was, but whenever it came to you he wasn’t as bad as everybody claimed him to be. Draco was actually a very trust worthy friend, he was definitely someone you knew who could stay and tolerate your flaws and imperfections, and he has always been there for you in times of distress.
Of course, Draco undoubtedly felt the same, or else the friendship you had with him wouldn’t have lasted this long.
“Yes, now, well huddle up and divide yourselves into pairs.” said Slughorn with a peculiar smile on his face. “I’ll be giving each group a sample of Amortentia and you’ll have to be completely honest to your chosen partner what are the things that you smelled, alright? Okay, so, quietly fall in line …”
You shared a look with Draco and he nodded, standing up to get the mentioned sample from the professor for your own group. He was back in seconds, placing a tiny bottle on your working table containing a liquid that had steam rising in characteristic spirals. You leaned down closely to get a sniff, your nose wrinkling before turning to Draco.
“Seriously, Draco. How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I can’t smell anything besides it.” you tried sniffing again.
He pursed his lips together. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone overdoing something, it’s you. Your watermelon scented perfume is going to be stuck in my nostrils forever.” he chuckled.
Both confused by your own accusations to each other — since quite frankly, you didn’t bother to put on your perfume today and Draco had forgotten to apply his cologne — you and Draco leaned down once again to the bottle of Amortentia, determined to get a different scent other than the previous strong fragrance.
Draco glanced at you while you were still sniffing, casually moving closer so that he could familiarize himself again with the smell of your shampoo. He was still taking in the smell of watermelon from the potion, with two new additions: old books and now, your shampoo.
“What is it?” you questioned when he abruptly almost fell on his stool because of what he was beginning to discover.
“Nothing.” coughed Draco, changing the topic. “Er, what did you smell?”
You remembered the scent of fallen rain, the smell of mint, and the strangest of all, his cologne. You thought you were only catching the smell of it because of how close the two of you were sitting right next to each other. Clearly, you were mistaken and found yourself blushing at the realization that you were attracted to your best friend.
“You go first.” you insisted but Draco shook his head.
“No, no, ladies first.”
You snorted, “Please, Draco, we both know you hardly recognize me as a lady.”
“Girls first then.” he corrected himself.
“No, really, you go first.”
“Y/N, don’t be stubborn and just tell me —”
“Yes, I would, right after you tell me yours —”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N — ”
“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N, do we have a problem?” Slughorn had appeared in front of your desk, a triumph smile on his face. “I can’t help but notice that your voices have increased in volume. May I know what’s the noise all about?”
“Nothing, professor.” both of you claimed.
Slughorn narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.
“We were just about to exchange answers, sir.” you added.
He grinned. “Is that so? Well, tell them to the whole class then! I’m sure everyone is just as curious as I am.”
Draco’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Actually, sir, I rather not —”
“Ridiculous, Malfoy! Now, come on, tell us what you smelled.”
You have never seen Draco act so uncomfortable and embarrassed before as he stared at Slughorn, his cheeks tinted pink while he held this look as if he was silently praying that the time was up and they were now going to be dismissed for their next class.
He coughed. “I smell … old books, uh, watermelon, and … kind of like a bubblegum scent.” he murmured the last part, knowing that you were the only one that had hair smelling like bubblegum around the castle grounds.
“And how about you, Miss Y/L/N?”
“Fallen rain, mint, I think. And, well,” you caught Draco waiting for your answer, “um, some type of cologne.”
“Ah! How astonishing. I wonder who would be the lucky person to be wearing such a cologne …” trailed the professor, finally leaving his attention to the two of you and back to his own desk in front.
You and Draco were both silent on your seats, knowing in fact that you had smelled each other in Amortentia — a love potions that gave off a scent that you are most attracted to. In both of your cases, only now did the both of you realize that maybe all this time you’ve been with each other, the affection you showed weren’t precisely platonic as thought it was.
“So,” Draco was the one who had the nerves to speak after understanding, “it was my cologne, huh?” there was a hint of cockiness in his tone and when you peered at him, he had this genuine grin that only you had the chance to see.
“Excuse me, Malfoy, but two beats one. You smelled both my perfume and my shampoo.” you said a matter-of-fact.
You gazed at each other for what seemed like hours before breaking apart, your lips curled up in a smirk while the professor now discussed another potion, Felix felicis.
Suddenly, Draco placed a hand on top of yours nonchalantly, intertwining it with his as a bigger smile appeared on his mouth. He seemed to be very pleased of himself and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the heavy pace of your heart, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something new and wonderful.
Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love Update - Chapter 2
I even made you a ridiculous aesthetic for the chapter. :) It’s Draco’s POV—breakfast, France, science, and a trip to Hogwarts. Read Chapter 2 (20k) or start from Chapter 1 (23k).
Summary: A group of wizards’ rights activists retaliate against the Ministry after Hermione Granger wages a campaign to outlaw love potions. The group invents a sexual assault potion that throws the Ministry into chaos and starts a debate about the horror of magic’s role in sexual assault. Auror Harry Potter, Potions expert Draco Malfoy, Senior Undersecretary Hermione Granger, and Wheezes’ love potion expert Ron Weasley are assigned to the case. As they pursue the attackers and navigate the murky legal nature of consent, Harry and Draco are forced to confront their own desires.
A/N: I just realised that I’ve hit over 50 followers! I know its not much, but it means a lot that people are reading what I’ve created, so a massive thank you from me and virtual hugs all round! :)
Y/H = your Hogwarts house
Y/N = your name
Y/L/N = your last name
“Y/N! Hey, Y/N!”
You turned to where the familiar voice was calling your name. Hermione, sat at the Gryffindor table, was madly waving at you.
“We have potions first lesson,” she told you, as you approached her, “don’t forget to give Professor Slughorn your essay!”
“How could I forget? We were up all night working on it!” you yawned. You could physically feel the bags under your eyes, a result of leaving your homework until the last minute. “I’ll see you lot in a bit then,”- you nodded to Harry and Ron, who were finishing said potions essay - “but first, I need to eat. I’m starving!”
You made your way over to your usual place at the Y/H table, and had only had a few mouthfuls of your syrup-covered pancakes, when a booming voice somewhere in front of you sparked your interest.
“- and then he fell off his broom! Slytherin are definitely going to win that Quidditch cup this year, thanks to me!”
You had mixed feelings for the platinum haired boy who sat at the Slytherin table, surrounded by his stupid cronies. On one hand, you hated him. you hated the way he was so arrogant and full of himself, and the way he made fun of people for their parentage (you were also muggleborn), but on the other hand, you loved the way he carried himself, how he was only ever near the top in classes, instead of at the top, and the sound of his voice (not necessarily the things that voice said, but still). You couldn’t help yourself, you were a hopeless romantic.
You were about to pull yourself from your trance, when his eyes flitted over in your direction. you immediately realised why they called it eye contact. You quickly looked down, but failed to hide the blush that was creeping up your cheeks. trying to take your mind off it, you shovelled pancakes into your mouth whilst skimming over your potions essay again.
“Y/L/N! Hey Y/L/N! Mine smells of you, you filthy mudblood, how disgusting is that?”
Draco was at it again, whispering comments so only you and his cronies could hear. you wanted to turn around and slap him, but instead decided that he wasn’t worth it. it seemed like he purposely sat behind you every lesson you shared, so that he and his cronies could have a laugh.
“Okay class,” announced Professor Slughorn, “who can tell me what this potion is?”
Hermione’s hand was straight in the air. Typical, you thought as you smiled to yourself. Hermione always knew the answer.
“Ah, Hermione, go on then!”
“This, sir, is Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world, and it’s supposed to smell different to each one of us, according to what attracts us…”
But you had zoned out. You remembered Draco’s comment earlier, and looked round, your mouth forming a small ‘o’.
I need to get out of here.
You didn’t even think. You ran out of the potions classroom as if you were completing the final leg of a 200 meter sprint. You didn’t care what the consequences were, you didn’t care that the whole class had just seen what you did, all you cared about was getting back to the Y/H common room.
You were curled up on the floor of the common room for what felt like hours, just feeling numb. There was only one thought bouncing around your head.
Draco Malfoy’s attracted to me?
It didn’t seem real. Maybe he already knew what the potion was, and just said it to see what you’d do, maybe he didn’t actually realise. you wanted to cry, but what with being up all night, and running all the way up the Y/H tower, you didn’t really have the energy to.
The door opened behind you and you heard soft footsteps.
“What are you doing on the floor? It can’t be comfortable laying down there.”
Draco’s voice, soft and quiet for once, filled the room. He walked round to stand in front of you, and crouched down so that he could see your face. you sat up, crossing your legs and hung your head.
“I’m sorry about what I said earlier, about you being muggle born. I didn’t mean it. Except the part where my potion smelt like you, because it really did. I didn’t know what it was.”
You nodded your head, unable to say anything. An awkward Smile formed on your lips. Draco put his hand under your chin, lifting your face so you could see him. There was a sincere smile on his face.
You didn’t know what else to do. You leaned in, and planted your lips on his, and his hands made their way to your waist.
He pulled away slightly, and smiled.
“Professor Slughorn won’t be happy if we miss the lesson, you know.”
“Oh yeah, forgot about that.” You giggled before standing up, grabbing your robes which you had flung to one side after running here. “Hermione is going to kill me, you know.”
“Hermione doesn’t have to know. Nobody does.”
“How scandalous!” You couldn’t help but laugh, despite the situation, which set off Draco in a fit of giggles too.
“Come on, you’re in enough trouble as it is.”
A moment of silence passed as you walked out of the common room.
you are already dating someone else, and during our love potion unit, you get asked to explain what you smell, and of course you’re gonna be smelling things that describe your partner right? uhm, but then why are you explicitly describing me…?
“See ya, love,” Bucky says, giving Dot a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass.
“Don’t be giving that love potion to another girl,” Dot warns, elbowing Bucky’s side.
Bucky groans with exaggerated pain, like the mild elbow to the side actually hurt him. It didn’t. Steve knows that because he knows that Bucky can withstand a lot of pain.
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” Bucky says with a grin. “You know you’re it for me,” he adds in a smooth voice, putting a hand on her hip.
Steve rolls his eyes from next to them. Bucky’s his best friend, so being the third wheel is better than being left behind; though, sometimes he wonders about that. “We’re gonna be late,” he says, not because he’s that worried about being late, but he really doesn’t want to stand there as the two of them make out. Again.
“Shit,” Bucky says, disengaging from Dot. “Steve’s right, we gotta go,” he says, dropping Dot and grabbing Steve’s arm. “Thanks for letting me know, bud,” Bucky says with this big, lingering smile that makes Steve forget all about how stupid Bucky acts when he’s dating somebody. It’s like he promised back in second year when he started dating Clara — he’ll always be Steve’s friend first.
Steve smiles back. “Happy to,” he says, a and lets Bucky drag him the rest of the way down the dungeon to Potions class.
They’re there just in time, and Professor Slughorn chuckles at the sight of them. “Barnes, my boy! Glad you made it here on time, I wasn’t so sure, you know, when you spend your time between classes with your lady friend.” Bucky shrugs with a smug smile as Professor Slughorn chuckles to himself. “I understand, you see, I was once a young man like yourself, though it seems hard to believe today. Why don’t you take your seat, then? I think you’ll enjoy today’s lesson, and… Oh, Roger, didn’t see you behind Barnes. You can take your seat, too.”
“It’s Rogers,” Bucky corrects, polite but firm, and Steve can’t help but smile at his friend. “Steve Rogers.”
“Yes, well, that’s fine,” Professor Slughorn says. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
“You think he’ll ever learn my name?” Steve asks Bucky as they head to their seats.
“No,” Bucky says, “but you ever considered that may be a good thing? His dinner parties are tedious as hell. You know he sat me by Brock Rumlow last time, of all people? I hate Brock Rumlow, the asshole.”
“I know,” Steve says. “You didn’t shut up about it for about two weeks.”
“It was that bad,” Bucky says, pulling his textbook from his bed.
There’s a lot Steve could be jealous of Bucky about, but Professor Slughorn’s adoration for him isn’t one of them. Slughorn’s kind of a prick, and while Steve would like to be invited to his fancy dinner parties, Bucky will always slip an extra dessert into a napkin to bring back to Gryffindor Tower for Steve. They’ll usually spend the rest of the night huddled in Steve’s bed, gossiping about the people at Slughorn’s party and all the stupid stuff they did during the night.
Honestly, Steve really likes those nights.
“You know what we’re doing today?” Bucky asks, trying to find the page for last night’s homework. Of course, it only takes him a second, because he actually does all of his homework and reading, unlike most everyone in class. Somehow, Bucky is the nerdiest guy he knows, which is unfair given that he’s also the hottest guy he knows, and he somehow manages to make it work.
“Slughorn said it would be a happy surprise last time,” Steve says.
“I’m intrigued,” Bucky says.
“More like aroused,” Steve mutters. Bucky elbows him, and Steve yelps a little. Brock Rumlow glares at them from the other side of the room, and both Steve and Bucky shoot him a big grin, because they’re assholes, then dissolve into giggles.
“Everyone,” Slughorn says at the front of the room. Steve manages to calm himself down, but Bucky keeps giggling like the ass he is. Steve nudges his side, which just makes Bucky giggle more, but since Bucky is the apple of Slughorn’s creepy eye, Slughorn just ignores it. “Today, I’ve got a special surprise for you.” He lifts the lid off of the cauldron at the front of the room with a grin. “Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world.”
There’s a chorus of “oohs” from around the world. Brock says, “Jasper, maybe you’ll finally get a date!” loudly. Jasper swears at Brock under his breath.
“Keep calm, everyone,” Professor Slughorn says with a chuckle. “And no one will actually be giving anyone else any of this. It’s powerful stuff — not to be messed with. Now, can anyone tell me the properties of a properly brewed batch of Amortentia?”
They talk for a little while about the potion and how to brew it. Steve zones out a bit because, honestly, he’s not too great at Potions. He’s only here because Bucky asked him to take the class with him once they got their OWL scores and qualified. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here here.
“That’s right,” Professor Slughorn says. “The potion will smell like whatever it is that attracts a person most. Maybe we should have a demonstration…” He pauses, eyes surveying the room. “Yes, I think Mr. Barnes, one of our resident lovebirds, should be our guinea pig,” he says with a wink.
Someone in the class wolf-whistles. Bucky’s eyes go wide. “I’m alright,” he says.
“Don’t be shy, lad! Come on up and take a whiff.”
“Go on up,” Steve says with a grin. “I always wanted to know what it is that Dot smells like,” he says.
“You suck,” Bucky says as he stands up and heads to the front of the room.
“That’s it,” Professor Slughorn says as Bucky reaches them. “Step forward and take a good long whiff, then tell us what it’s like,” he says.
Bucky nods stiffly, then sticks his head into the pearly fumes of the potion. All at once his posture becomes more relaxed. “Wow,” he says quietly. “It’s… it’s like the smell of a riverbank, or hot pavement in the summer. It’s black cherry soda and fresh Irish soda bread with raisons. It’s fresh sheets in Gryffindor Tower and…” He trails off, then goes ramrod straight. “That’s it,” he says.
“Very descriptive, Mr. Barnes! And specific. It must be nice to be a young man in love,” he adds, with a chuckle.
“Can I sit?” Bucky asks.
“Of course, my boy!”
Bucky looks up and towards the table, and of course he sees Steve. Steve, who has been staring at Bucky this whole time, practically open-mouthed.
And Bucky runs out of the room.
Because Professor Slughorn is Professor Slughorn, he makes up an excuse for Bucky running out and laughs it off. Brock Rumlow laughs a little less kindly, but Steve barely notices.
All Steve can think of are the smells that Bucky listed:
A riverbank, hot pavement, black cherry soda, Irish soda bread, fresh sheets in Gryffindor Tower.
And Steve thinks of their summers together in Steve’s ma’s apartment, playing on the hot streets and watching the river pass them by before going home to drink black cherry sodas and to eat his ma’s Irish soda bread, an old family recipe. He thinks of all the nights they’ve spent together, sneaking into each other’s beds in Gryffindor Tower and keeping each other awake with comic books or gossip.
Those smells don’t describe Dot at all.
Those smells describe Steve. Those smells describe Steve and Bucky and the life that they’ve lived in each other’s pocket.
Steve finds Bucky after class in his bed in Gryffindor Tower, the curtains drawn. He’s taken off his robes and sits in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, hugging his knees close to his chest. His face is red, and his eyes are bloodshot like he’s been crying.
“I’m sorry,” he says as soon as Steve finds him.
“For what?” Steve asks.
“Making you carry my stuff up here,” Bucky says, surprising Steve.
Steve laughs and dumps Bucky’s bag down on the edge of his bed before climbing in himself. “How’d you know I’d bring it?” Steve asks.
“That’s just who you are,” Bucky says, curling in closer to himself. He’s quiet for a long moment. “I’m sorry,” he says again.
“For what?” Steve asks, quiet.
“You know why,” Bucky says.
“It’s no something to be sorry about,” Steve says.
“I wasn’t sure what to expect when I went up there,” Bucky says. “I thought it’d be generic shit, like the smell of roses or cologne.”
“I thought you did the reading,” Steve says.
Bucky looks up at him and glares. “Professor Slughorn didn’t assign any reading on this potion,” he says, cold.
Steve can’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay!” he says when Bucky keeps glaring at him.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Bucky says.
“It is a kind of shitty way for everyone in class to find out your crush.”
Bucky groans. “Was it so obvious?” he asks.
“That you weren’t talking about Dot, sure, since she’s a Ravenclaw and all.”
“Fuck,” Bucky says. He looks up. “Thanks for being cool about this,” he says, voice cracking. “I just… I didn’t ever expect for you to find out at all, let alone like this.”
Steve shrugs. “It’s fine,” he says. “Can’t say that I expected it, but you’re always surprising me.” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Anyhow, you ran out before I could sniff it. You wanna know what I smelled?” he asks.
“Sure,” Bucky says. “Torture me.”
“Stop being so dramatic. Anyhow, I sniffed it and the only thing I could smell was that terrible body wash your ma sent you the time she went shopping in the Muggle supermarket.”
Bucky looks up. “The Old Spice?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.
Steve nods. “Yeah, you used the whole bottle even though it was kind of nasty because you didn’t want her to be sad.”
“Yeah,” Bucky says.
“And that’s like… all I smelled for about twelve solid seconds.”
Bucky swallows. “Are you making fun of me?” he asks, practically croaking.
“No,” Steve says. “It was the Old Spice. Once that stench faded, it was some other things: that old jean jacket that you let me wear sometimes, sugar mice, old musty books. Then, it was just you,” he says.
Bucky looks up. “Are you joking?” he asks.
“I’m serious,” Steve says. “I… I never thought you felt the same way. Never. If I did, I would have let you known a lot sooner.”
“I love you,” Bucky says. “I always have.”
Steve grins. “Me too,” he says. “And I have a few ideas on how we can mess up these clean sheets,” he says.
Steve groans. “You’re the worst. Such a nice moment and you ruined it.”
“Don’t worry,” Steve says, “we have a lifetime of moments ahead of us.”
Bucky grins. “Yeah,” he says. “We do.”
And then he leans in and gives Steve the first and best kiss of his life.
Request: I love harry potter and would like to request a harry potter au about the Amortentia potion.The reader and her friends play the game truth or dare and when the reader choose dare,her friend told her to put amortentia on her crush’s drink(which is jimin or jungkook) and when the potion wear off,it turns out that jimin or jungkook actually have a crush on the reader as well
Harry Potter / Hogwarts AU
Genre: Fluff / Romance.
After big game with the Slytherin team that afternoon everyone in Gryffindor’s common house was a bit gloomy. They had won by a big margin of points and once again the team had lost, it was only since the seeker of the team had been promoted as such that they had gotten so much better. Not better than Gryffindor, never, but now the competence was stronger than ever.
For your girls and you that didn’t mean moping around, instead you smuggled in some butter beers and a whole bunch of snacks, a bit of excess was needed. It was great being friends with your roommates but it could also mean a lot of noise and trouble in the room, which you kind of loved. You were playing truth or dare, between you girls it was always fun although you wished there would be boys around as well, one boy in particular, but even if you could get some boys, it could never be him. Even less now.
One of your friends had chosen truth and was finishing spilling all the beans about her and a ravenclaw boy sneaking out to the lake for some intense make out, it had all of you laughing with the teasing and the typical questions to know if he was good or if she wished the mermaids took her away, but by the way she was sighing and smiling you judged she had had a great time and ravenclaw boys had their thing after all.
-Next one to go is Y/N- she said laughing. -As you all know, our Y/N here is our little traitor-
You smiled and giggled a little as you shook your head. -I’m no traitor-
-Yes you are dear, we all know you are smitten by Slytherin’s seeker, what was his name?-
-Like you and everyone else don’t know it, Jeon Jungkook- said another of the girls.
Your friend gave you a cheshire smile. -That’s right, Jungkook-
-I am not smitten- you said trying not to laugh. -He’s just… you know, hot-
They all laughed. -Y/N wants to sleep with the enemy, what would the boys of the team say about this?-
You laughed, you had thought about that, really no one knew you liked Jungkook besides your friends, but it would surely grant you some dirty stares and insults from anyone a bit more closed minded. It wasn’t that you were a fan of Slytherin or anything but you liked Jungkook, you only told your friend it was because he was really hot but there were other reasons too. But those you kept to yourself.
-But I think Y/N wants Jungkook for more than just those fine shoulders- another one of them said making you a bit nervous now wondering if you were too obvious. -Could it be that we have love in here?-
The girl who had to ask you truth or dare wiggled her brows and you arched one. -Truth or Dare Y/N-
You put on your best smug face. -Dare-
They all clapped and started suggesting which dare could it be, it worried you because your friends could be rather creative with these things, including yourself as well, so in a way whatever that was you had it coming. Although hearing the suggestion of you going to bust in Slytherin’s victory party made your heart skip.
-I have something better- your friend said with yet again that cheshire smile. -Y/N, I know you will thank me for this-
Hey, can I get a imagine for 6yr Dracoxreader,where she walks in late to potions they're brewing Amortentia of course she doesn't know so the 1st thing she says is "Why does it smell like Draco?"And everyone including Draco looks at her until Harry says"It's Amortentia mate, it smells different to everyone"causing her to go V red and loose her words due to saying her crush outloud,but Harry dobs Draco in it by sayin"Don't worry,he's been complaining for the past 15 mins all he can smell is you"
Omgggggggggggg this is hilarious! :D Okay, the quotes you’ve provided are italicisedand everything else is as usual. So cuuuuuuuuuuute :’333333
You burst in through the Potions door, which bounced off the stone wall with a loud noise that made you cringe. You certainly knew how to make an entrance, if nothing else. Everyone stopped and gaped at you, though Professor Slughorn frowned disapprovingly before attempting to regain the classes’ attention.
Instead of getting your materials and cauldron ready, you could only think to ask. “Why does it smell like Draco?” You weren’t expecting half the class to burst into laughter, and you were not expecting Draco’s already pale face to drain even further of colour.
You could have heard a pin drop. Even Slughorn wasn’t speaking, eyeing you with obvious amusement. Finally, Harry must have taken pity on you, for he said, “It’s Amortentia mate, it smells different to everyone.”
You nodded, though you also wished you had just skipped the class rather than be twenty minutes late. “Amortentia is the love potion, isn’t it? And I smell Draco so that means - Oh no!” You buried your face in your hands, wishing the floor would disappear beneath your feet.
Harry chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t worry, Y/N. Draco’s been complaining for the past fifteen minutes all he can smell is you.”
You started - surely not? Sadly, your disbelief was shot out of the sky by Draco’s sharp but too late - “Potter, shut up!”
Draco had just finished Potions with Slughorn, dragging his feet along to the Great Hall as he attempted to figure out what the last smell had been in the Amortentia Potion - the love potion. He easily recognised the other smells - one smell remind him of his mother; another of home; and another of Quidditch - all of which made him feel a strange sense of warmth.
The last one, however was a more floral scent… he recognised it but from where he didn’t know. He was pulled from his trance, when you called his name.
“What?” He asked, gaze falling onto you.
You gave him a small smile before repeating what you said, “I said: did you still want help with Transfiguration?”
Draco went to answer but it suddenly felt like the whole world had frozen. He hadn’t realised the scent he was currently smelling was the same one from the Amortentia Potion. He stared at you, as if seeing you in a totally different light.
“Are you alright? Draco? You look a bit pale.” Your words brought him back to reality as he struggled to find words to respond.
He didn’t know how he didn’t notice it earlier: the way your touch sent electricity run across his skin; the way your voice flooded his body with warmth; the way his breath would catch in his throat every time you feel asleep on him in the common room. They were all clear signs.
“I– I have to go.” Was all he managed before hurrying out of the Great Hall. He refused to believe it was the same scent in the love potion. You were his best friend and he couldn’t ruin that with this, stupid, stupid, crush. Draco couldn’t be in love with you. He just couldn’t.
Harry was running late to Potions. Okay, Harry was running really late to potions; thirty minutes late in fact. If this had been last year, Harry would have just slumped back into bed and forgotten about the whole thing, but it wasn’t last year. It was this year, and this year he was trying his best to be a perfect student. Between always trying not to die every year and constantly worrying about having to murder a delusional dark wizard, Harry had never really gotten the chance to focus on just being a student. So, a student he was going to be.
He highly doubted he’d get a detention for the tardiness. Slughorn tended not to hand out discipline to his favorited collectibles, but it didn’t seem right to take advantage. Besides, the Potion’s Professor was starting to be less than impressed by his star pupil now that Harry was no longer in possession of The Half-Blood Prince’s book. Best not to take any chances.
With that, he stumbled into the Potion’s classroom entirely disheveled; hair and clothes askew, and was immediately assaulted by the smell of green apples, expensive cologne, and a scent that could only be described as what-ice-would-smell-like-if-ice-had-a-scent. He wrinkled his nose at the intensity of the aroma, though it wasn’t at all unpleasant. It also was vaguely familiar, he realized, and then it hit him.
“Why on earth does it smell like somebody’s bathed the room in Malfoy’s cologne?”
I love the idea that while students are brewing amortentia two students get in argument.
Person A “did we do it right I can’t smell anything”
Person B “Well you must have messed something up because the only thing I can smell is you right next to me”
Person A “Why do you think I messed it up! you messed it up and by the way why do you have to wear so much cologne that like the only thing I can smell. We could have done it right but your cologne is so overwhelming that it blocking out all the other smells”
Person B “what are you talking about I put on just the right amount it you who puts on way to much!”