Y/f/n = your friend’s name
“I bet when Y/n smells hers it’ll smell like Ha–”
I dug my elbow into y/f/n’s side, stopping her from saying anything that Harry, who was sat a table away from us, would hear.
“Y/f/n, for the last time, I do not like him!”
Y/f/n and her friend shared a look and I rolled my eyes and stepped back to my cauldron. I leaned in to waft the potion inside and immediately recognized the scent. I smelled fresh grass, pumpkin juice, and broomstick polish.
“Hm…” I thought, “Grass, pumpkin juice, broomstick polish… grass… broomstick polish… BROOMSTICK POLISH.” My eyes widened and they went straight to the head of messy black hair that was just four feet away from me. Harry suddenly turned, his eyes as wide as mine, if not wider, and our eyes met. I blushed and looked away, back at my cauldron.
Y/f/n nudged me, “What does yours smell like?”
I stuttered, panicking, “Uh… um, just, you know. Blueberries.” She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously and nodded her head slowly. “Right… blueberries.”
When she went back to her seat, I glanced back at Harry. He was still looking over his shoulder at me and when he saw me look at him, he smiled an amused smile. My face grew hot and I smiled back. I guess y/f/n was right.