" Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence "
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Snowflakes swirled around in the air, floating gently to the ground as the cold breeze rushed by. The leafless trees stood tall, covered in snow, the branches harbouring multiple icicles that seemed to shine, even in the lack of sunlight.
Draco Malfoy pulled his coat further around his body, speeding up as he made his way through the snow, leaving a trail of footsteps behind.
He entered the small village of Hogsmeade, immediately receiving a plethora of dirty looks, and harsh scowls from passersby. Draco averted his eyes from them - ever since the war ended, anyone who could be linked back to Voldemort was treated as scum.
And Draco was a Malfoy - the Malfoys were some of the most loyal followers of the Dark Lord, and almost everyone was aware of it.
It was the reason why Lucius and Narcissa, his parents, rarely left the confinements of their home - to avoid the public's judging eye.
People spat insults at him as they passed.
"Vile Death Eater."
Draco tried to ignore them, he really did.
"Dishonourable."
But it was hard - especially when he had a permanent reminder etched into his skin of all the mistakes and wrong choices he made.
"Should be locked in Azkaban."
He subconsciously pulled his sleeve further up his arm, as if to hide it not only from the public, but from his own eyes.
"Scum."
Draco turned to his right, where an old, dingy pub stood - The Hog's Head Inn. He pushed open the door of the pub, and entered into the dark establishment.
Wooden tables were set out across the room, with nothing but simple candles resting on top. Draco walked around the tables, trying to ignore the filth-covered floor beneath his feet.
With his head bowed, Draco found an empty table beside a young brunette woman, who seemed to be very caught up in her book.
The pub was filled with the chattering of people around, most sat with cloaks covering their faces, as if to hide their identity from the world.
Draco glanced at the woman on the table to his left. She was pretty - he couldn't deny that. Her soft brown hair was plaited and tied in a bun around her head, resembling a sort of crown, with two pieces of carefully curled hair falling on either side of her face, framing it perfectly.
Her warm brown eyes were trained on the words printed in the novel she held in her dainty hands, as she turned the pages every so often.
A soft pink glow was set across her cheeks, making Draco assume she had just come in from the cold.
It was almost as if she sensed Draco staring at her, and she glanced up, making eye contact with him and grinning a little.
Her smile seemed to light up the dim room, and caused Draco's breath to hitch.
She was beautiful.
"The weather doesn't seem too good, does it?" The woman said, glancing at the falling snow out of the window behind Draco.
He shook his head as the wind howled particularly loudly, "Not at all. There's talk of a storm heading our way."
As she took in his appearance, Draco half expected her to either recognise his platinum blonde hair and insult him for being a Malfoy, or simply walk away.
To his surprise, the woman simply smiled again, closing her book, "You're Draco Malfoy, right?"
Draco nodded hesitantly, not saying a word in case it caused her to leave.
She held out her hand to him in greeting. Draco took it, surprised by the sparks he felt from one simple touch.
"I'm Astoria Greengrass. I think my sister, Daphne, was in your year at Hogwarts?" Draco's jaw dropped a little, "You're Daphne's sister?"
Astoria nodded, "I didn't know if you'd remember her - or me, for that matter. I mean, you were the Prince of Slytherin. Everyone was scared of you."
"I wouldn't say everyone," Draco replied, ducking his head down as he tried to hide a blush that was forming on his cheeks.
Astoria remembered him. Actually remembered him. And was still sat there, talking to him as though he had never done anything wrong in his life.
"Is everything okay?" Astoria asked after a few moments of silence, and Draco shook himself away from his thoughts, realising he had been zoning out.
"Yes, yes. It's just... I'm a Malfoy. Aren't you... aren't you worried about what people will think of you, if they see you talking to me?" He said with a concerned frown.
"I don't care that you're a Malfoy," Astoria said, her eyes twinkling before adding, "In fact, I'd be honoured to have Malfoy as my last name."
The confession caused a smirk to appear on Draco's face, as he decided to flirt back, "I may have to hold you to that one day."
