We Were Just Boys {DracoxHarry}

Amortentia💐:

Harry's P.O.V.

It was just another day in Potions class, or so I thought.

"Turn to page 394," Professor Snape said in the most emotionless voice he could muster.

They flipped to the page in their textbooks and all at once the class broke into shrieks of excitement.

"Amortentia..." whispered Hermoine.

"Now, class, can anyone tell me what Armortentia is?" Snape asked when the room had gotten quiet. Of course, Hermoine was the only one who raised her hand.

"Yes, Ms. Granger?"

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam that rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them."

"Yes, Ms. Granger. And of course, it does not create actual love, only an infutable attraction or obsession.  For that reason it is one of the most dangerous potions wizard kind has ever known."

Wow.

"Today we will be brewing Amortentia and I have already assigned you a partner," at that the class groaned but stopped when the Professor glared at them. He began reading off names.

"Weasley and Crabbe."
"Granger and Longbottom."
"Thomas and Finnigan."
"Potter and Malfoy."

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Draco's P.O.V.

"Potter and Malfoy."

No no no no no. I have to work with Saint Potter after what happened yesterday in that strange room? You've got to be kidding me. But, as I saw from the look on Snape's face, he wasn't.  So I got up and moved towards Potter.

"Potter," I tried to greet him.

"Malfoy," he responded.

"You cut, I'll do the rest? I know how wretched you are at anything that doesn't involve saving the world."

"Whatever, Malfoy. You know I didn't choose to be who I am," the last part he said so low I could barely hear him. Was the Boy Who Lived not as happy as everyone expected him to be?

I got to work brewing the potion, telling the Gryffindor what to do so that he didn't mess this up. After 30 minutes or so, us not saying more than "hand that to me" or "gosh, Potter, you're going to cause an explosion," our potion had a pearl- colored sheen and we were done.

"Gosh, Malfoy, use enough hair product theis morning?" Harry said loudly.

"What are you talking about Potter? All I smell is your stupid cologne."

Just then we realized what was going on and we both blushed furiously. I looked up to see that a couple Gryffindors and Slytherins in the vicinity were staring at us.

"What are you all looking at?" I sneered. The people staring looked away hurriedly and focused on their own potions.

"Malfoy, you know what this means?"

"Of course I do, Potter. Room of Requirement. 8 o'clock tomorrow evening. And don't speak of this to anyone, you hear me?"

"Clearly," he muttered. I thought I saw him blush.

Those stupid emerald eyes.