Desired Life as The One He Loves

Chapter 5: Amortentia

The liquid inside my cauldron morphs into a pearly pink as I stir in slow clockwise motions. My first-period class just so happens to be Potions, not only my favorite subject but also the number one class I excel in. Unfortunately for me, Snape is still in a surly mood. He hasn't called on me once during today's lesson. I bet Hermione doesn't mind, she no longer has to compete to get called on first. Both of our arms shoot upwards and without hesitation, Snape calls on Hermione, as if I had kept my arm by my side all along. I would say it's because he is warming up to Hermione but I would be a fool, he's only calling on her instead of me because of the incident that happened the evening before. But I suppose it's for the best, Snape would probably give me a detention for getting the answer right, anyway.

To kick off the year, Snape greeted us with our first lesson, love potions. Normally I would scoff at the idea, thinking it is a waste of time. For love should come from the heart, not liquid from a bottle. But Amortentia is pretty wicked. It is known that Amortentia is the single most powerful love potion in the world. In its presence you smell whatever you desire, therefore it's different for everyone. When brewed correctly it has a pearly pink hue and distinctive spiraling steam. Hermione and I together as a pair had no trouble getting the potion to be the perfect shade of pink. It had instantly turned the correct color once we stirred in clockwise motions. Although I wouldn't give Hermione much credit, all she was doing was staring in Ron Weasley's general direction. To my great surprise, Snape had not yet scolded her for not paying attention.

"I would like you all to take a whiff of the Amortentia, and discuss what you smell with your partner," Professor Snape says, striding in between the rows of students. He pauses at mine and Hermione's. As he peers in, his thin lips form a grin. For a second I think his horrid mood has lifted, maybe I won't have to avoid him anymore.

"Needs more powdered moonstone. The pink hue is not quite right." Well, the thought was nice while it lasted. His grin disappears and is replaced with his usual frown. I look down into the cauldron, Hermione does the same. Snape is wrong, the color of our potion is just right. I furrow my brows and look at Hermione, she returns the look as if to say exactly what I'm thinking, Snape, is trying to cause trouble. Snape has returned to his desk at the front of the room by the time Hermione and I look up.

Everyone else has already started sniffing the Amortentia fumes. The room is filled with excited talk and even some bright red faces. One group of Gryffindor girls are giggling once they realize what they smell in the Amortentia is the one and only Harry Potter. Harry tries to avoid their stares, instead, he gazes into his cauldron, most likely not taking in a single word Ron is saying to him.

"So, what do you smell?" Hermione asks with an interested and curious expression on her face. I breathe in, taking a deep whiff of the Amortentia filled room.

"Woods, peppermint, and..." I feel my cheeks grow hot. "Boy's cologne." Before Hermione can say anything a familiar deep voice speaks from behind us.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say you smell me in the Amortentia." I whip around to see Draco Malfoy grinning at me, his blue-grey eyes glimmering and half of his face hidden behind the steam floating up from his cauldron.

"Oh, be quiet, Malfoy." I blush even harder.

"Well, it's no surprise Nat, you do fancy him after all," says Hermione as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Awe you fancy me, Davidson?" Draco says, tilting his head to the side. He's acting as if he's new to the relationship we are currently in. Although this doesn't leave me that surprised. He was never one to show public affection.

"Time is almost up," Professor Snape informs the room as he lifts from his seat. I turn away from Draco, now all my attention on Hermione. I can still hear snickering coming from behind us as Hermione takes a deep sniff of the Amortentia filled cauldron. I am quite excited to hear about what Hermione desires, for she never tells me about her love life. Although I suppose that could be because there is nothing to tell. I push this thought out of my mind, I am mad at myself for even considering it. Hermione turns a tomato red as she lifts her head from the cauldron, her eyes wide in embarrassment.