Hidden Amortentia || Drarry

Hidden Amortentia

"This is a waste of time," grumbled Draco, slumping down petulantly into the common room couch, squashed between Pansy and Blaise.

"Quiet," admonished Pansy. "You know you enjoy these parties just as much as we do," she reminded. Then she waggled her eyebrows suggestively, and Draco fought the urge to groan and bury his face in his hands.

"I should never have told you anything," he grumbled regretfully, but Pansy just grinned. "You get too damn pushy about these things."

"Sooo... are they here at the party tonight?" she pestered excitedly, ignoring his scowl and scanning the room of students. "You said you see this person often, so it must be one of the eighth years or the seventh years, since we have classes with them," she continued on thoughtfully.

Draco sighed and didn't respond, deciding to keep his lips sealed this time. He didn't want to accidentally give away more that Pansy would use to determine who Draco was crushing on. He'd already said too much, and now Pansy was on a mission to get Draco to confess. She was annoyingly stubborn.

"Let's do something new; I'm getting bored of 'Never Have I Ever'," complained Blaise from Draco's other side, drawing him and Pansy out of their personal conversation.

Draco tuned back into the circle of seventh and eighth years crowded around, some on couches and some on the floor. They had been playing 'Never Have I Ever' but Draco had bowed out gracefully when the questions started to get raunchier. He definitely didn't want everyone else to know who he'd jerked off to or if he'd ever given a blow job. Certainly eyebrows would be raised.

"Yeah? Then what do you suppose we do instead, Zabini?" countered Seamus with a scowl. He had been having fun.

"Actually," piped up Pansy, and Draco immediately shot a suspicious look at her. "Draco and I were having an argument the other day, and I think I've thought of a way to settle it. But I need everyone's help." Now Draco quirked an eyebrow. Argument? "He thinks that he has a better sense of smell than I do-"

Ah, that argument. Pansy had been prattling on about her superior olfactory nerves, and claimed that Draco had an unrefined nose. Obviously Draco had argued that he had a very precise sense of smell, claiming that he needed one in order to be as successful at potion work as he was. But despite that, Pansy had stated her skills were better, and wouldn't drop it. And of course Draco could never allow someone to believe them better than he, as such an idea was a direct attack on him.

"We'll just do a blind smell test!" explained Pansy to the less than thrilled looking audience. "I'll select five or six people and Draco has to guess their identity while blindfolded. Then it'll be my turn and Draco will select people for me to guess." Pansy grinned. "It'll only take a few minutes. Then we can start up something like wizard's truth or dare."

Begrudgingly the group agreed to participate in the little experiment, mostly looking forward to the promised game of truth or dare—this was usually where the inter-house parties got interesting.

Draco scanned Pansy's satisfied face distrustfully. "You're up to something sneaky," Draco accused. "I bet you're going to do something to me once I'm blindfolded." He narrowed his eyes.

Pansy smirked innocently. "I promise I won't attack you when you're all vulnerable like that. I just want you to guess who you smell. Promise!" she insisted. She tugged his tie loose and pulled it off his neck. "You first." She held the strip of fabric up to cover his eyes.

He cast one worried look around the group, but no one seemed overly intrigued, so he was reassured that none of them were in on some big scheme or something. He was still pretty sure Pansy was up to no good, but was curious to see what exactly she was trying to pull off. So he allowed her to take away his vision and knot the tie around his head.