One Taste Was All It Took - Drarry

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(Published  1/27/17)

Draco's POV:

I was laying in my bed in the boys' dormitory, holding the vial Lord Voldemort had given me in my hand. It was a silky white liquid, and didn't look like much, but I would never have gone near it if the Dark Lord hadn't commanded. Just get Potter, who hated me, to drink this small potion, and keep drinking it every two days. That was all. Easy.
I gulped, knowing I was lying to myself. How was I going to get Potter to let his guard down? Slip it into his drink at the great hall, perhaps? Get someone else to do it for me, then make sure it works right?
I sighed. No, I'd have to get close to him myself, the Dark Lord commanded it. But how?

Harry's POV: (breakfast)

I was sitting with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville, talking about Slughorn.
"Do you think he'll be as bad as Snape?" Asked Ron, who, I remembered, was taking the class with Hermione and I.
I shook my head. "No, I've met him, and he doesn't seem anything like Snape."
"So, he'll be fair?" Asked Hermione, "And we'll get the grades we deserve?"
"I think so." I replied, taking a bite of sausage. Neville and Ginny had remained silent throughout the conversation. I know Neville wouldn't be taking potions, but Ginny had Slughorn. All the younger years did.
"Hey, Ginny," I asked. "What do you think about Slughorn? You'll be having him too."
Ginny thought for a moment before answering. "I think," she began, "that Professor Slughorn wants to use the people here, like you, to make his way up. Remember on the train?"
I nodded. "But we won't let him." I reassured her, gently taking her hand. She smiled warmly at me, and I smiled back.
"Oh, get a room!" Ron teased from across the table. Hermione slapped his arm and scolded him while anyone else who'd heard just laughed.
"Ron!" Said Ginny angrily. I decided to leave the great hall before anything broke out, and headed to class.

~Time skip - to potions lesson~

I was the second person to arrive in front of Slughorn's class. The first, of course, was Malfoy.
I waited. Nothing. He didn't say a thing. No teasing, no insults.
"Cat got your tongue Malfoy?" I asked, testing the waters.
"What?" He asked.
"No, snide comments? No, rude remarks?" I asked.
He looked slightly offended. "Look Potter," he said, "I don't have the time or the patience for you right now."
What? Draco didn't have the patience for me? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Okay, something's defiantly up.
"Oookay." I said, wondering what was going through his head. I found myself staring at him, but before he noticed Ron and Hermione came down the hall and saved me the embarrassment.
"Hello Harry." Hermione greeted me, and after Ron did the same, they cast one disgusted glance at Malfoy before ignoring him as Slughorn let them and the rest of the class into his classroom.
(From the book with exception of first person POV⬇️)
The dungeon was, most unusually, already full of vapors and odd smells. Ron, Hermione, and I sniffed interestedly as they passed large, bubbling cauldrons. The four Slytherins took a table together, as did the four Ravenclaws. This left Ron, and Hermione and I to share a table with Ernie. We chose the one nearest a gold-colored cauldron that was emitting one of the most seductive I had ever inhaled. Somehow it reminded me simultaneously of treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle, and (not in the book) something like...hair gel? No, I must've been mistaken, but at the moment, I didn't care.
I found myself breathing deeply, taking in the potion's fumes. It filled me with a great feeling, like a great contentment, and I grinned at Ron, who grinned back lazily.
Looking around the room, I saw Malfoy looking towards our cauldron, with a look of... well, if I didn't know any better I'd say Malfoy looked a bit sick. Paler than usual, if that was possible.
I heard Slughorn talking, and knew he was speaking with Hermione. Amortentia was the name of the potion we were closest to. A love potion. No wonder I felt so...giddy. I looked back at Malfoy, and for whatever reason, I couldn't look away.
Slughorn put a lid over the cauldron of Amortentia and told us that we'd be making the Draught of Living Death to win a vial of Felix Felicis, liquid luck.
I opened my old and worn book, to find that the previous owner had written instructions all over it. By the end of the class, only two of us had brewed a decent enough potion to win liquid luck, and it was up to Slughorn to decide weather Malfoy or I got the potion.
"Both excellent." He cheerfully told us. "In all my years, this is a first. Two students managing to brew the Draught of Living Death nearly perfect! My boys, you should be proud, but of course, there is only one winner..."
The entire class was looking at him, wondering who'd gotten the luck potion.
"Harry," said Slughorn, and Harry felt a flutter of hope and excitement in his stomach, "I'm sorry, but Draco's potion was slightly better, as he used just the right amount of valerian root. Congratulations Mr. Malfoy."
Draco showed no emotion at all as he was handed the small vial, and was the last out of the dungeon. Even Professor Slughorn was out before him.
Curiouser and curiouser....

Quiz time!!!

Q: How did Hermione recognize the Amortentia? (All the ways)