Immediately, the first thing that Draco smelled when he walked into Potions was Harry. That was pretty much it. And it was lovely. And Draco felt like his knees were weak and he wasn’t quite sure why, but he managed to walk over to his and Harry’s table where a potion was already brewing. And Draco wasn’t quite thinking when he sat down and scoffed at Harry. “You really stink today. Trying a new cologne, are you?” he inquired, trying to make his tone sound biting. And Harry wasn’t thinking at first when he just replied with,
“Sod off, Malfoy.”
And then there was a pause where Draco grabbed his book and put it on the table.
“So what potion have you inevitably fucked up already?” Draco questioned. And then it hit Harry. Oh. Oh.
Harry froze as the sheer force of the situation hit him. Draco raised an eyebrow. “Gone mute now, have you, Potter?” And then Draco glanced over at the potion and realized it looked familiar. Very familiar. It looked an awful lot like…
Draco was fucked.
Draco tried to keep his eyes contained in his sockets as he turned beet red. Harry glanced over at him and would’ve laughed at how comical Draco’s face was if Harry wasn’t in a sense of shock. “Amortentia,” Draco simply repeated as though it would help in some way.
“Is a love potion,” Harry added.
“Yes, I know it’s a love potion, do you think I’m an idiot?” Draco snapped, turning and looking down at his book.
“You smell what you love when you brew it…” Harry trailed off. Draco grew even redder, if even possible. “So, I’m a little curious as to why you smelled-”
“Don’t fucking say it,” Draco snapped.
“You smelled me.”
Draco glanced over at Harry, swallowing thickly. Harry quirked a daft smile that almost had Draco clocking him one in the face.
“And it’s a little interesting because you were late to class and when I started brewing it,” Harry began. “I thought that you had walked into the room.”
Draco held his breath.
“You hadn’t. You were late.”
“You, you smelled… me?” Draco questioned. Harry looked away almost shyly with a nod. “Oh,” Draco breathed out, feeling dizzy, possibly from the potion or from Harry’s confession. Either one. Or both. “I thought you, um, thought you hated me?” Draco questioned a bit weakly. Harry smirked a little.
“I thought you hated me.”
“The potion seems to say differently, though,” Harry went on, still smirking a little. Draco could still feel heat in his cheeks.
“I still think you’re an idiot,” Draco murmured, no real venom to it.
“I still think you’re a prat,” Harry shot back. “But, a manageable one.”
“Should I take that as a compliment?” Draco inquired. Harry grinned a bit.