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Amortentia Mix-Up

It was just supposed to be another day at Hogwarts, another typical afternoon in the Great Hall as students milled around, eating lunch and chatting with friends. Harry had been sitting with Ron and Hermione, half-listening to their conversation while poking at his food, when something strange caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

Draco Malfoy was walking toward him.

Now, that in itself wasn't unusual. They shared classes, after all, and ever since the war, things between them had become... more civil. Not friendly, exactly, but they weren't at each other's throats anymore. They even had a few moments of shared understanding, like awkward smiles or nods in passing.

But this was different.

Draco was walking with purpose, his silver eyes locked directly on Harry as if nothing else in the room existed. His expression wasn't the usual cold or guarded one Harry had come to expect-it was soft, almost affectionate. And when Draco reached the table, he didn't sneer, didn't insult, didn't say anything remotely snarky. Instead, he smiled.

A genuine smile.

"Harry," Draco said, his voice warmer than Harry had ever heard it. "I've been meaning to tell you something."

Harry blinked, utterly confused. "Er... what?"

"I've just realized something," Draco continued, sitting down next to Harry without so much as an invitation, his eyes sparkling with something close to adoration. "You're... wonderful."

Ron choked on his pumpkin juice, and Hermione's eyes widened in shock.

Harry stared at Draco, utterly baffled. "What are you-?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while now," Draco said, leaning in closer. "You're brilliant, you know that? Absolutely brilliant. I don't know why I haven't said it before."

Harry's brain struggled to catch up with what was happening. Draco Malfoy-Draco Malfoy-was sitting next to him, smiling, complimenting him, and... was that a soft hand resting on Harry's arm?

Ron leaned over, whispering urgently, "What the bloody hell is going on?"

Harry had no idea.

"Uh, thanks?" Harry said, his voice unsure as he gently pulled his arm away from Draco's grasp. "Malfoy, are you feeling alright?"

Draco's smile only widened. "I feel amazing, Harry. Now that I've finally admitted how I feel, everything seems so much clearer."

Harry blinked, his stomach twisting with confusion. Admitted how he feels?

"Wait, what?" Harry asked, his heart suddenly racing. "What do you mean, how you feel?"

Draco reached for Harry's hand again, his touch gentle but firm. "I'm in love with you, of course."

The entire table went silent. Ron looked like he was about to fall off his seat, and Hermione's jaw had dropped in disbelief.

Harry pulled his hand back, his heart racing for an entirely different reason now. "Draco, what are you talking about? You're not..."

But then it clicked.

Amortentia.

Harry's eyes flicked toward the drinks on the table and then back to Draco. Someone must have spiked Draco's drink with a love potion-probably Amortentia, given how intense Draco's sudden affections were. That was the only explanation for this bizarre behavior.

"Okay, hold on a second," Harry said, standing up and backing away from the table. "Draco, have you had anything to drink recently?"

Draco tilted his head, looking genuinely puzzled by the question. "Of course I have, but what does that have to do with anything? What really matters is how I feel about you."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. He needed to get Draco to Madam Pomfrey and get the potion out of his system before this got even more ridiculous. But before he could say anything, Draco stood up and followed him, a soft, almost dreamy look on his face.

"I've been trying to figure it out for months," Draco said, his voice low as he moved closer to Harry again. "Why I always felt drawn to you, why you're always on my mind. Now I understand. I'm in love with you, Harry."

Harry's stomach flipped, and not just from the absurdity of the situation. Because this isn't just the potion, a small voice in his mind whispered. This feels... familiar.

Draco had always been intense around him. Even after the war, when their rivalry had faded, there had been something between them-a charged atmosphere, a tension that Harry had brushed off as leftover animosity. But now, seeing Draco's current behavior, Harry started to realize that maybe this wasn't so different from how Draco usually acted around him. It was just... more pronounced.

Harry swallowed hard. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

"Alright, Draco, I think we need to take a trip to the hospital wing," Harry said carefully, trying to keep his voice calm. "You're not... thinking clearly right now."

Draco frowned, but his expression was still soft, still filled with that unnerving affection. "Why would I need to go to the hospital wing? I feel perfectly fine."

"Because someone spiked your drink," Harry explained, keeping a safe distance between them. "With Amortentia."

Draco blinked, clearly confused. "Amortentia? A love potion? No, Harry, this is real. I'm telling you how I truly feel."

Harry opened his mouth to protest, to explain that it was just the potion making him act this way, but the words caught in his throat. What if... what if it's not entirely the potion?

Draco had always been oddly intense around him. His eyes lingered a little too long, his sharp remarks had shifted into something more teasing, more playful as the year went on. There had been moments when Harry had caught Draco staring at him, only for Draco to quickly look away, his cheeks tinged pink. Harry had chalked it up to lingering tension between them, but now...

Now Harry wasn't so sure.

"Draco," Harry said, his voice softer now, "let's just... get you checked out, alright? We'll get the potion out of your system, and then we can talk about this."

Draco's expression faltered, and for the first time, he looked uncertain. "But what if... what if it's not just the potion?"

Harry's breath caught in his throat. Not just the potion?

"What do you mean?" Harry asked cautiously.

Draco looked down, his hands fidgeting slightly. "What if... what if I've always felt like this? The potion just... made me stop hiding it."

Harry stared at him, his mind racing. Could it be true? Was this more than just a potion-induced confession?

Harry had always felt something strange between them-something unspoken, something he didn't fully understand. Maybe it had always been there, just under the surface, waiting for a moment like this to force it out into the open.

"I don't know," Harry said honestly, his voice quiet. "But if it's real, we'll figure it out."

Draco's eyes flicked up to meet Harry's, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his gaze. "You mean that?"

Harry nodded, his heart pounding. "Yeah. I do."

Draco let out a shaky breath, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable-like he was waiting for Harry to either reject him or accept what he had just admitted.

"Alright," Draco said quietly. "Let's go to the hospital wing."

Harry offered him a small, reassuring smile. "Come on. We'll get this sorted out."

As they walked side by side toward the hospital wing, Harry couldn't help but glance at Draco, his mind still spinning. The potion had triggered this, sure, but was Draco's affection really just an amplified version of something that had always been there?

And, more importantly, was Harry ready to admit that maybe he felt the same?

The End... or perhaps, just the beginning.