Harry Potter: Imagines, Smut, and Scenarios

DracoTOK Anniversary (Gender Neutral Yn)

In honor of Dracotok's one year anniversary...

It's yet another Potion lesson with Professor Slughorn. Don't get me wrong, the man's nice and all, but he's an odd guy. I tend to shake negative thoughts about professors, fearing they'll use legitimacy to read my mind. If that were the case, god that would be majorly intrusive-

Slughorn clears his throat, looking in my direction, "L/N, would you like to answer?" I pause, my mind drawing a blank; what is he asking me? Just smile and nod.

To this, he repeats a question I hadn't heard, "If you may, please explain to the class what Amortentia is," he says with a broad, goofy-looking smile.

"Uh, right. So-" I rack my mind, left and right looking for the answer. Is it something to do with love? Oh, yes! "Well, Professor, it's a love potion, one of the strongest to exist. It doesn't produce love; rather, it induces a strange infatuation to whoever drank it with the person who administered it. It smells different for everyone; you will smell what you find most endearing or attractive. For instance, I smell," inhaling deeply; I find my senses overridden with spearmint toothpaste, freshly cut green apples, and a hint of men's cologne. God, that scent is enticing. "I smell spearmint toothpaste, green apples, and incredibly elegant smelling cologne must be expensive or something." Shit, who did I describe?

Clearing his throat again, Slughorn applauds my answer and loudly claps. "Thank you, L/N." he turns towards the rest of the students, "You are all to write down and describe what scent you smell, and for extra points of recognition, guess what your peers love based on what they smell." The sick bastard, oh damn you, Slughorn.

I should have lied, but I didn't. Now, I feel eyes staring a hole in the back of my head, turning towards the feeling; I lock eyes with Malfoy, in all of his glory, a scowl for a smile, his hair slicked back as usual. I can't tell if he's pissed or just a stone-cold jerk. He makes me uncomfortable; I hate staring at him for too long. It's like he's always watching, and he's one of the very few people who can read me like an open book.

As I breathe deeply, in and out, regaining my composure, Hermione catches a glimpse of Malfoy's intense glaring in my direction, and turning towards me, she slyly winks. Walking back to her friends, they begin working on what Slughorn assigned. Perhaps something I should do too, yet, I don't care too much at this point.

Moments pass and the class quiets down; Slughorn praises everyone for their participation and excuses us to begin our next lesson elsewhere. Before rushing towards the door, I briefly glance in Malfoy's direction; he's still staring at me, his intense grey eyes are like a storm of chaos, I don't know if I want to be pulled in or pulled apart, but it isn't easy to look away. Suppose he realized this, and as I began to stand, making a V-line for the exit, he beats me to the door.

Clicking his tongue, he's always been someone with a knack for mischief, "L/N, where are you going on this particularly bland evening." I attempt to avoid his intense glare, but he's blinding, it's painfully beautiful to cave in, and he moves closer, leaning against my ear, "I know you want to fuck me, say the word, and I'll be there." His voice, what he said, the gaze, holy shit. I can't tell if I'm wet or if I silently pissed myself. I have chills everywhere; I don't know what to say; my mouth hangs open in shock; how did he know? Before he leaves, he turns back once more, winking in my direction, leaving me in the empty classroom.