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Ahhh okay okay okay!! I for one thank you for following me! I wouldn't think you would like my blog! Anyway for a Drarry prompt! I don't have an exact idea but I want amortentia DRARRY! One of them brewing in class and one comes in wondering why it smells like who. Ooh! OR OR! The classical: you messed this up! I don't smell anything! Honestly amortentia anything!

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“Mr. Potter! How nice of you to join us!” Slughorn said as Harry came into class late.

“Sorry Professor. I overslept,” Harry mumbled.

“Oh not to worry, my boy! We’re just brewing up some Amortentia.”

“Um…okay,” Harry said, having no idea what Amortentia is.

“Right, well, since you came in late, it seems your usual partner, Mr. Weasley, is taken. Mr. Malfoy needs a partner, though.”

Draco’s head snapped up at this.

“I think I’d rather work alone, sir.”

“Oh nonsense, boy! Go on, take your seat.”

Harry sighed and sat down in the chair next to Draco, who just rolled his eyes at him.

“Yeah, I’m not too thrilled either,” Harry muttered to himself, but loud enough for Draco to hear.

“Well can you at least be helpful?” Draco snapped.

Harry sighed and looked over at Draco’s textbook. He didn’t want to pull out his own and risk Draco seeing all the extra writing in it. Harry didn’t bother to read what the potion actually does and just skipped right down to the instructions. Draco had already started brewing it, so Harry didn’t know what point the potion was at.

“What should I do?”

“Merlin, you’re useless.”

“Well how do you expect me to just know how far you are?!”

“Well, maybe come to class on time!”

“Do you want me to help or not?”

Draco took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“Step four,” he bit out.

Harry grabbed the supplies and quickly began cutting up rose thorns.

“You’re not doing it right, Potter.”

“Jesus, Malfoy. It’s fine. It just has to be cut, I don’t think it really matters how.”

“It does matter,” Draco said, and then reached over to take the knife from Harry.

When he grabbed for the knife, their hands brushed together, and Harry gasped and dropped the knife at the warmth he felt from the contact. The knife clattered on the floor, and Draco glared at him before bending down to pick it up.

“Just stay out of the way,” he muttered and made quick work of cutting up the rose thorns and throwing them into the cauldron.

Harry grew bored of just watching Draco stir and add things.

“Let me do something,” he practically whined.

Draco gave him a strange look, one that wasn’t a glare, and that Harry was surprised to see.

“I’m almost done. Just let me do it,” Draco said and added the last ingredient.

“Can I at least stir it? You did all the work, I feel bad…” Harry admitted.

He was just as shocked to hear himself say that as Draco was.


Draco moved out of the way and Harry mixed the potion until it turned the proper color.

“I think we’re done, Professor!” Harry called.

Slughorn came over and looked into their cauldron.

“Well done, boys! Go ahead and smell it,” he told them before walking off to check the status of a different group’s potion.

“Smell it? Why the bloody hell would I do that?”

“Do you even know what this potion is, Potter?”

“Of course I do!” Harry lied.

He didn’t fool Draco, who just rolled his eyes.

“It’s a love potion. It’s supposed to smell like what you’re attracted to, so it varies from person to person.”

At that, Harry leaned down to smell it.

“Well it doesn’t smell any different than it has the whole time we’ve been working on it.”

“Bullshit, Potter. If you had done any work, I would believe that, but I know that I didn’t mess it up.”

Draco then lightly pushed Harry to the side so he could smell it. Harry noticed the panicked look on his face after he registered the smell.

“Well? Do you smell anything?”


“Well what is it?”

“None of your business, Potter!”

Harry then went over by Hermione and Ron, who just finished, to smell theirs, insisting that something with his own went wrong.

“What the hell! It smells exactly the same as the one I made with…Malfoy.”

The realization quickly crashed upon Harry. He slowly made his way back over to Draco.

“Was theirs brewed correctly?” Draco asked.

“Yes,” Harry said quietly and sat down, not bothering to help Draco clean up.

Draco looked at Harry for a moment, trying to meet his eyes, but Harry wouldn’t let him. He just stared down at the desk. The bell finally rung, signaling the end of class, and Harry was the first one out. Before he could get far, though, someone called his name.


Harry stopped walking, and waited for him to catch up.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

“I, um…wanted to ask if you were okay.”

“And since when do you care about my well being?”

Draco shrugged.

“You just seemed upset.”

“Yeah, well, having a bloody potion confirm the feelings that I’ve been trying to deny isn’t exactly how I planned on today going.”

The words were out of Harry’s mouth before he realized he was saying them.

“Funny, I had the same experience.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco.

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. I mean the same thing as you. I smelt you in the bloody potion, Potter. And I know you smelt me, too.”

Harry blushed.

“I-I didnt-”

“Really? Then please tell me why you’re acting like this.”

Harry didn’t say anything and looked away from Draco.

“How long have you felt this way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry mumbled.

“Tell me, Potter.”

Harry let out an exasperated sigh and met Draco’s grey eyes.

“I don’t know! Ages!”

“I’ve had a crush on you since first year,” Draco admitted.

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re joking,” Harry said, shaking his head. “This is some kind of sick joke, isn’t it?! I bet Zabini and Parkinson are just waiting around the corner, laughing!” 

Harry wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of anger came from. Draco was shocked at his outburst.

“Calm down, Harry. This isn’t a joke. I bloody love you.”

Harry stared at him with wide green eyes. He didn’t know what to think, and honestly, he was scared. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he couldn’t handle it if Draco was just messing with him.

“Harry,” Draco said and gently took Harry’s hand. “I wouldn’t joke about this. I’ve wanted this…us for ages. You can ask anyone. They’ll tell you about how I never shut up about you.”

Harry cracked a small smile at that.

“This is…unexpected.”

Draco chuckled.

“I agree. But it’s welcome. So what do you say?”

“About what?”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Being my boyfriend, obviously.”

Harry blushed, but couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

“I would really like that.”

“Good,” Draco said and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Harry’s lips. “If this is how we reacted, I don’t even want to know what our friends will think.”

Harry laughed.

“I have a feeling yours won’t be too surprised. After all, you never shut up about me.”

“Oh shut up, Potter,” Draco grumbled, and then dragged a laughing Harry along to their next class.