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You and Draco had a very tense relationship, the pair of you hated each other's guts and wanted nothing more than to make each others lives miserable.
You knocked back another Butterbeer with a chuckle, wiping your mouth as you eyed your friend, "You're joking, right?" They laughed.
"I am not!" You protested with a shake of their head. "It reeked of his aftershave." "Well, you've gotta tell him that that's what-" You snorted, "What? No, there's no way that amortentia wasn't messed with." "If you say so~" You friend shrugged.
You let out a shriek as you were suddenly doused in a liquid which you soon came to realise, was a glass of butterbeer, quickly turning to see no other than Malfoy himself, hand extended over your head, an empty glass clutched in his hand.
"You!"
"Aw, did I bother you, were you having a nice chat with you friend he-"
You cut him off, grasping a hold of his collar, "Listen here! Believe it or not, I'm getting sick of your bratty attitude, I swear if you dont-"
By this point Draco had completely zoned out, focusing his attention on a familiar but complex scent that he recalled from potions.
His amortentia. More importantly, he could make out the individual scents that came from you.
He could make out (two chosen scents) and then the faint scent of butterbeer which you were now soaked in. All three scents came together to recreate that same scent he recalled from that small potion bottle.
"Are you listening Malfoy?" You snapped.
He blinked, taken aback by your sudden burst of anger.
He pushed you away with a grunt, leaving you glaring at him, arms folded across one another. Without a word he turned on his heel, quickly walking away from you and the others, embarrassed, but also unable to comprehend that you, of all people were supposedly the one he was meant to be with.
