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In the dim Potions classroom, Professor Snape's dark eyes looked around the room as he got ready for today's lesson. The students of Slytherin and Gryffindor sat at their desks, watching the potion simmering at the front.
„Today," Snape began in his smooth voice, „we will be working with Amortentia, the most powerful love potion. It smells different to each person, based on what attracts them."
He signaled for Y/n, a confident Slytherin girl, to come forward. She walked to the cauldron, feeling everyone's eyes on her.
„So, what do you smell, Miss Y/n?" Snape asked, his voice low.
Y/n leaned in, inhaling the steam from the potion. She closed her eyes, letting the scents fill her senses. „I smell fresh green apples, mint, and cologne," she said softly, a small smile on her lips.
Snape raised an eyebrow. „Interesting," he murmured. „You can go back to your classmates."
As Y/n turned to return to her seat, she noticed Draco Malfoy sitting a few rows back, a mischievous smile on his face.
„What are you looking at, Malfoy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Draco's smile widened, his eyes shining playfully. „I'm looking at my future wife, sweetheart," he said confidently.
Y/n felt her cheeks heat up but quickly composed herself, rolling her eyes at him. „In your dreams, Malfoy," she replied, though her heart raced at his words.
For the rest of the class, Y/n found it hard to concentrate. She kept thinking about Draco's bold words. She glanced at him now and then, seeing him watch her with an intensity that made her heart beat faster.
After the lesson, as the students packed up and left the classroom, Draco caught up with Y/n. He walked beside her, his usual confidence on display.
„You know, I meant what I said," Draco murmured, leaning in a bit. „You're not just some girl, Y/n. You're fucking mine."
Y/n felt a flutter in her chest but tried to stay calm. „And what makes you think I'd ever consider you, Malfoy?" she asked, glancing at him.
Draco chuckled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine. „Because you're smart, beautiful, and you know I'm right. Plus, I think you like the idea."
Y/n stopped walking, turning to face him fully. „You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, though her tone wasn't harsh.
Draco stepped closer, his gaze steady. „Maybe, but you can't deny there's something between us," he said softly. „Just think about it."
With that, he walked away, leaving Y/n standing there, her mind racing and her heart pounding. She watched him go, feeling confused and intrigued.
As she walked to her next class, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Draco Malfoy was right.
