- Third person POV -
Y/n L/n, a popular Slytherin. Known for her good grades, nice personality, and especially known for her partying. Slytherins would have a party every Friday, either at the Three Broomsticks Inn pub, someone's dorm, or in the Common Rooms. Y/n would get absolutely fucking wasted, usually ending the night with a hook up. At school, she kept up a sweet act, but on Fridays? Shit got wild.
It was Monday, an average day for y/n. She headed to her first class of the day, potions. She always looked forward to this class because of one reason: her teacher.
You see, y/n's potion teacher was Draco Malfoy, an ex-student at Hogwarts. Y/n had heard many stories about him, hearing about him getting punched by Hermione, and being a very.. rude kid. But to y/n? She found that hot as fuck. His blond hair, his tall fit figure, his pale skin, and his grayish-blue eyes. Everyday in class y/n would stare at him, often causing her to not do her work. Usually she would get called out by her teacher, but he never discussed it.
Y/n got to class, wearing her usual robes. She always made her skirt shorter than it should be, having it above her mid-thigh. It was supposed to go to her knees, but what's the fun in that? Seeing boys get flustered if she bent over in front of them, it was amusing to her. She always wore the regular white button-up with the vest sweater on top. Calf-high socks, and some Mary Jane's. Today, her hair half up, half down. Her curtain bangs framing her face, some thin bangs over her forehead.
As y/n walked in, Professor Malfoy looked at her. He always had that same stern glare, kind of like Snape's. Yes, he still worked at Hogwarts surprisingly. The girl walked to her seat, her eyes on her professor. She always sat at the front, because.. well, it's a good view of Professor Malfoy.
After a few minutes, all of the students began to work on their potions. The students were assigned to make Amortentia, a love potion. Or as Malfoy said: "A potion in which the taker becomes overly obsessed with the first person they see."
Y/n worked on her potion, adding each of the ingredients. One piece of bdellium, five flutterby bush flowers, one sprigs knotgrass, three lacewing flies, and many more ingredients. It was definitely a complicated potion.
Y/n felt someone behind her, being able to feel their body heat. She turned her neck to see.. Professor Malfoy. He was looking at her potion over her shoulder, examining her. Y/n quickly looked back down at her potion, her cheeks going a slight red. A knot formed in her lower stomach.
A small, quiet chuckle could be heard from Malfoy. Y/n didn't dare ask what he was laughing at, just keeping her eyes down on her potion. But her mind was way too preoccupied with thoughts of her professor. His body heat behind her, his beautiful eyes, and most importantly: his breath hitting her neck. Y/n's breath got heavier, her hands shaking.
Malfoy chuckled again. He shook his head before walking away. 'What the hell is he giggling about-?' You thought to yourself. You were confused, that was for sure.
- Time skip. It's now Tuesday. -
Y/n didn't have Professor Malfoys class today, which definitely already meant she would have a bad day. She knew he was her professor, but she couldn't help but be heavily attracted to him. Or- his body, to be specific.
Y/n was in the Great Hall during lunch. She always looked up at the professors, trying to find Malfoy. And.. she did! Her breath hitched as their eyes locked. She quickly looked away, looking back down at her food. She looks at her professor out of the corner of her eye, seeing him chuckling quietly to himself.
Grumbling under her breath, she continued to eat. But she swears she could feel Malfoys eyes on her. So, she looked back at him. And to her surprise, she was right. He had his elbows on the table, his chin leaning against his hands as his fingers were intertwined.
