Amortentia (Drarry)

2-Aftermath

Hermione finally started laughing uncontrollably, while Ron stared at the two

"Fine." Harry sneered at Snape. The two walked out of the room for said chat. disbelievingly, disgusted. His jaw was practically unhinged from his skull.

"So, Potter…attracted to me, are you?" Draco smirked. "Not a chance in hell. Malfoy." Harry gritted his teeth while averting Draco's gaze. He actually sounded…pissed.
beyond words, he thought he finally had a chance…but the death eater's son and the chosen one? Not a chance in hell.

Harry stormed off. “Oh…” Draco muttered under his breath. Draco was hurt

-Harry’s POV

Harry stormed through the halls, power walking to Gryffindor Tower. He muttered the password “Leones” in a hurry. He walked hastily to his room loosening his tie, crashing down on his bed.

“Merlin…I don't like HIM!?” Harry complained. “WHY CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM. With his dumb hair, dumb attitude and his dumb face that's SO annoyingly gorge-” Harry realised in that moment he was attracted to...

Draco BLOODY Malfoy.

“God god god no no no no no I-i CANT! I can't…!” Harry huffed. “I-I like Malfoy??--but I'm not gay!? Am I!?”.

While Harry was questioning his sexuality, Draco also happened to be having a breakdown.

-DRACO’S POV

After Harry practically rejected him he felt sick so incredibly sick. He felt the need to cry. His tears already threatening to fall.

He just started running with no aim, no idea where to go. He just ran into the first room he saw, which lucky for him was the abandoned prefect’s bathroom.

“Why did I- think I even had a chance? He’s well him..and I'm me… who would ever love me?” the tears fell and he just started sobbing and sobbing.

-3rd person POV

After both of them tried to cry it out, they realised it was time for transfigurations. They both tried to compose themselves, however empathise on tried.

Draco and Harry both made a run for Transfigurations. Harry arrived first, his eyes all red and puffy, Hermione could see right through him.

“Sorry I’m late Professor McGonagall.” Harry said. “Take a seat Mr Potter.” the Professor commanded. Harry took a seat next to Hermione and Ron.

“Bloody hell mate, you alright? Have you been crying?” Ron pried. “Harry talk to us…was it about Malfoy..?” Hermione begged. “I’m fine guys..” Harry mumbled. “As long as you’re sure Harry..” Hermione said worriedly.

Not a second later Draco barged in “Sorry I'm late Professor.” Draco said. “Take a seat.” McGonagall advised. Draco took a seat in the back next to Blaise and Pansy.

While Harry, Hermione and Ron were called the Golden Trio. Draco, Blaise and Pansy were called the Triple Threat.

“Dray? You alright?” Pansy asked filled with worry. “Yea, you look like you got your daylights sucked out by a dementor.” Blaise joked. “I'm fine.” Draco said.

Transfigurations was the last class of the day. Harry and Draco both decided to power through it.

After transfigurations, both Harry and Draco headed to dinner.

The Golden Trio walked briskly to the Great Hall. They sat by the Gryffindor table, in their usual spot of course. Ron piled up food on his plate as did Hermione and Harry. Ron however defined on piled.

Harry however was just pushing the food in his plate around playing with it.

“Harry you need to eat” Hermione reminded. “I’ve lost my appetite Mione. I think I'm going to go back and rest..” Harry said.

“Mate you alright? You've been acting weird since potions, did Malfoy do something to you? I'll kill that bloody Ponce!” Ron exclaimed.

“I'm fine guys I just need some sleep.” so Harry packed up and stood up.

“Harry you've been saying ‘Im fine’ the whole day, you're not ‘fine’ talk to us please.” Hermione asked.

“Later Mione.” Harry begged. “Okay.. we'll come to your dorm after dinner” Hermione said.
Harry walked out of the hall, Draco’s eyes following him. “Where’s Saint Potter going in such a rush?” Pansy joked her eyes following his movements as well.

“By the way, is it true he broke up with the weaslette??” Blaise clamoured. “Yes, Merlin! I heard it straight from the Gryffindors!” Pansy said adding fuel to the fire.

“Wait, he broke up with the Weasley girl?” Draco asked his mind obviously wandering elsewhere. “Yes! Haven’t you heard?” Pansy whisper shouted.

“A little birdy told me that there was another reason why they broke up, not just that falling out of love bullshit.” Blaise leaned in to say.

At this point, the triple threat leaned in gossiping like there was no tomorrow.

“Really!?” Pansy questioned. “It’s true but that’s all the goss that the birdy got sadly.” Blaise said glumly. “Dray, you were partners with him in potions today did he say anything?” Pansy wondered. (Pansy and Blaise skipped potions the news hasn’t reached them yet)

“No!! Nothing happened in potions!! Nothing at all!!” Draco exclaimed. “ Ok ok , Draco why are you being so defensive over potions…?” Blaise pondered. “No reason!” Draco was once again being defensive.

“Ok buddy” Blaise said. Then doubling back and saying “Uhh D are you high? It’s ok if you are,  you can tell me.”

“I'm not high! Blaise that's offensive that you'd think that of me!” Draco scolded whisper shouting. “Sorry..” Blaise backed down fearful, that Draco might jump him, make him bite the curb or something…

“I’m heading back to the dorms.” Draco said while packing up his stuff. “Alright we’ll meet you there” Pansy exclaimed. “K see you later.” Draco breezed off.

So, Draco brisked through the halls walking back to the dungeons. On his way there he encountered Hermione and Ron or to him the Mudblood and Weasel.

They were just chatting as usual, Draco thought nothing of it and just walked straight back.

Once Draco reached the dungeons he muttered the password “Mudblood” it was probably a mistake letting Pansy choose the password this month…

The Slytherins were VERY strict about privacy so the house passwords changed every month or so. He brisked through the common room and went to his room shared with Blaise.

“Bloody hell” he huffed throwing himself face-down on his bed. Draco was very studious in the cleanliness of himself and his dorm room. So he got back up tidied around and decided to take a shower.

He picked up a towel and his silk pyjamas and headed to his and Blaise’s en-suite bathroom. He also thought that the warm water maybe could possibly wash off the feelings he had today.

He was definitely hurt. So he got in the bathroom, turned the water scalding hoping to scrub off the memories of today.

He got out of the shower, changed, dried his hair and fell asleep.