Drarry Drabbles

Amortentia Part 1

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Eighth year au plus love potion antics equals classic Drarry ficlet

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters

Amortentia. Draco thought scathingly, barely keeping the scowl from registering on his face.

It was his Eighth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and after his role in the war the previous year, he really could not afford to allow his sour attitude to drive away even more of his classmates. No matter how irritating Professor Slughorn could be.

Being one of very few Slytherins to return to the castle that year, Draco was forced to swallow his pride, lest he spend the whole year in near solitude; which was seeming more and more likely as the days crawled by at the pace of a slobberworm.

Draco nearly missed it as Granger's hand flew into the air, as he was busy correcting his neutral expression.

"Um, Sir?"

Slughorn turned from the chalkboard and raised an eyebrow at her.

"It's just that... We've already done this potion before." She frowned, ignoring Weasley's insistent tugging on the sleeve of her robes. Potter on the other hand, had his head propped up on one fist, seeming oblivious to the rest of the class, Draco noticed, with a twinge of annoyance.

"It's called review, Miss Granger. I daresay you've heard of it." Slughorn chuckled, "Now get to work everyone, I'll forego an extensive explanation of the procedure considering, as Miss Granger has so kindly reminded us, you all have experience with this particular potion." he winked at the class, inspiring a wholehearted groan in response, and much grumbling toward Hermione for reminding him.

Draco stayed in his seat, twirling a quill in his fingers, and waiting for everyone to pair up; being the odd one out in a class without any of his fellow Slytherins, due to the Eighth year class being so small, he was resigned to partnering with whomever else the class chose to reject.

As he gazed around at his classmates he was startled by a light tapping on his shoulder, to his immense surprise he glanced up into the emerald green eyes and messy black hair of none other than Boy Wonder himself.

"I guess neither of us have a partner this year." he smiled awkwardly.

Draco blinked slowly up at him, wondering what on earth he could have done to deserve this, "Are you sure you want me as a partner, Potter?" he asked softly, half hoping Harry wouldn't hear him.

"Why can't we just put the past behind us, Draco?" Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up even further.

Draco swallowed, tearing his eyes from Harry's bed head, and forcing himself to meet his eyes, "I tried to kill you." he whispered, narrowing his eyes.

"I know." he whispered back. "And I don't care." he held out his hand, "What do you say, Malfoy, friends?"

Draco stared at his outstretched fingers, "Let's start with Potions partners." Draco placed his textbook in Harry's open hand, and stood to get the rest of their ingredients from the cupboard, mentally berating himself as he went.

His face burned as he contemplated the year stretching before him; he had planned to stay as far away from Potter as physically possible, and now here he was signing himself up to daily interactions with the boy.

He shuddered, remembering the days he had double potions; why he signed up for this course, he suddenly couldn't recall.

Draco sighed as he located the last ingredient, resigning himself to returning to his bench. Halfway there he very nearly dropped his armload of supplies as he caught sight of Potter in the seat beside his. The dork was sitting there, smiling to himself as he flipped through Draco's textbook.