a compilation of short cute little y/n moments i put together over the years for all the boys n girls of hogwarts!! i hope u enjoy n dont forget to comment n leave feedback it might inspire me to continue this 🧿👄🧿 PLS REMEMBER I WAS LIKE 16 AND...
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Y/N pov
The Potions class was a pain - once again. Slughorn was eager to be teaching and the students seemed all to be fairly regular. You were adding the final ingredients to your Amortentia potion, making your teacher exclaim your name.
"Ms. Y/L/N! Would you tell us what you smell in your Amortentia?", you heard as you raised your head to look around the class room.
"Oh, okay-", you started shyly, glancing back down at the potion. "I smell old books and the dusty paper in them, a hint of lime, the woods after it has rained and- and-", your words were confident until you realized the last smell, stopping you from finishing the sentence and making you stutter in-front of the class. The scent belonged to familiar someone, Malfoy. Yes, you most definitely knew that you liked that boy - and it certainly seemed that he had a thing for you too.
Without even noticing, you had completely froze to stare at the spiraling steam rising from your cauldron, making every sound your heard just echo in your head.
"Y/N", you heard someone hiss. You gently shook your head to stare at your friend, Hermione, with a questioning look. She nudged her head to gesture, how Slughorn was still waiting for you to finish your sentence - as were everyone else.
"Go on, Ms. Y/L/N", you teacher muttered in slight confusion.
"Oh, yes. No, that's all". Slughorn frowned in confusion, but then shrugged his shoulders and walked off to glance at other students potions. Your words were so unbelievable, you could hear the Slytherins let out a few giggles, making your eyes glare softly at your potion. You breathed out heavily as you felt how your cheeks started to blush, making you examine the classroom as neutral-looking as humanly possible. Your eyes wandered around the room, observing mostly everyone discussing - either about something irrelevant or about the Amortentia potion - some people seemed even a bit too exited about it, for example, Pansy Parkinson caught your attention. She listened carefully every word Slughorn said about the potion - she clearly seemed to have something other than getting an O from Potions on her mind.
