Two Houses - A Draco Malfoy Fanfic

Chapter 4

-THE FOLLOWING WEEK-
The Great Hall was buzzing with energy. Harry Potter had just been chosen as a fourth Triward Tournament Champion, which was ultimately against the rules. Dumbledore and the other Professors had retreated into Dumbledore's office to discuss this with Harry.
I had walked over to Neville's table while Draco was busy discussing this development with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Whatdya think Neville?" I questioned him. Neville was still staring in awe at the front of the Great Hall. With eyes as wide as an owl's, he answered,
"Harry's gonna get himself killed."
Neville looked like a little terrified puppy, so I put an arm around Neville's shoulder, and comforted him with the fact that Harry might not be allowed to participate.

As it turned out, Harry did NOT get himself killed, thank God, even though he ended up being a Triward Champion. No matter how famous he might be, he's not a complete idiot. What happened after the announcement of the Yule Ball, however, almost did get me killed. By stress and social awkwardness.

-POTIONS CLASS-
"This, class," began Professor Snape, gesturing towards a simmering cauldron towards the front of the room.
"...is a potion called Amortentia." All the students craned their heads to get a better look at the unnaturally light pink potion.
"Does anyone know what this potion does?" Snape questioned the class. A random Slytherin student answered,
"It's a love potion!"
"Half credit, Miss Parkinson. 3 points to Slytherin. It creates a very powerful infatuation, not love. No potion, technically, can produce love." Snape said this all very bitterly, as if thinking of a lost love.
"You aren't required to make this potion completely, but you are required to get a to the perfect ¼ way point. The potion smells differently to everyone, based on what you like. If you feel it absolutely necessary to come up and smell it, then you may."
"Begin." Snape finished. Draco and I looked at each other and grinned, and got out of of our seats to smell the Amortentia. I smelled first. It smelled like home, hot chocolate, new books, and surprisingly, Draco. I stopped smelling the potion, and looked at Draco.
"Your turn." He turned to smell the potion. As he finished, and we were walking back to our seats, I asked,
"What'd it smell like to you?"
"It smelled like Chocolate Frogs, and the forest, and... uhm... that was about it."
"You sure?" I asked Draco.
"Yup, definitely. That was it. Yeah." Draco stuttered. I raised an eyebrow, but I said nothing. He was holding something back. He'd tell me when he wanted to.