One
"Finally, the last lesson of the first day" Draco thought as he walked through the halls with Blaise and Pansy. He remembered that that class was Potions with the Gryffindors and that improved his good mood.
The silver trio entered the classroom being the first students to do so. The gray gaze swept the room. Everything was exactly the same as last year, except for the teacher. Professor Slughorn was situated behind the table. Three cauldrons were brewing.
They sat in the back and took out their books and necessary supplies. From there Draco could appreciate the aroma that gave off one of the cauldrons. New book, apple and vanilla mixed with cinnamon.
Little by little the students entered the classroom, including the weasel and Potter, whom he did not expect to see this year in Potions. He smiled with the typical Malfoy gesture. Potter returned a defiant look that made his pants under his robes feel tighter. Long ago he had accepted the great sexual desire he felt for Potter. That damn bastard was hot. He had once seen him in the locker room after a Quidditch match and, by Salazar, his nose almost bled
"I think you went a bit overboard with the perfume this morning, Malfoy, it stinks," Potter said with a disgusted grimace.
Draco smiled however, remembering what he had indeed put a little bit more on this morning.
"Don't you like it, Potter? Does your cracked head hurt? Of course an ignorant like you would not know how to appreciate the fineness of my French lotion, it costs more than the entire Weasley house".
The boy with the glasses wanted to answer but Professor Slughorn clapped and started the lesson. Potter side-eyed the blond boy and he smiled in return, his eyes twinkling. Of corse, Harry Potter had to be the center of attention. He didn't have a book or any materials for the class so Slughorn gave him and his redhead friend books and ingredients from the cupboard.
“Now then,” said Slughorn, returning to the front of the class and inflating his already bulging chest so that the buttons on his waistcoat threatened to burst off, “I’ve prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of thing you ought to be able to make after completing you N.E.W.T.s. You ought to have heard of ’em, even if you haven’t made ’em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?”
Granger raised her hand, as eager to respond as always. Draco found her annoying, nobody likes a know-it-all. Even tho, he had to admit, he was talented and a clever girl, which only annoyed him more. Slughorn pointed at her.
“It’s Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth,” said Granger.
“Very good, very good!” said Slughorn happily. “Now,” he continued, pointing at the cauldron nearest the Ravenclaw table, “this one here is pretty well known... Featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately too . . . Who can — ?”
The girl's hand went up again immediately.
“It’s Polyjuice Potion, sir,” she said.
Draco had also recognized the slow-bubbling, mudlike substance in the second cauldron, it was very useful and he of course already knew how to make it perfectly.
“Excellent, excellent! Now, this one here . . . yes, my dear?” said Slughorn, now looking slightly bemused, as Granger’s hand punched the air again.
“It’s Amortentia!”
“It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask,” said Slughorn, who was looking mightily impressed, “but I assume you know what it does?”
“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world!” said the girl.
“Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?”
“And the steam rising in characteristic spirals,” said Granger enthusiastically, “and it’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and —”
Draco tuned her off. For him it smelled like books, apple and a weird mixture of vanilla and cinnamon he couldn't pinpoint where it came from, The gray eyes wandered to Potter, who now was looking kind of pale. Their eyes met and the shortest averted his head, gulping down.
Draco found himself thinking of it for the rest of the lesson even when he was supposed to be making the Draught of Living Death. Honestly, he couldn't care less about winning the Felix Felicis bottle, it was not like he needed any luck. Instead he spent half the class thinking where could the smell come from and the other half staring subtly at Potter while pretending he was working profusely. He noticed that he was doing stuff in a way that was not in the book, but he didn't say anything about it.
At the end, Potter had made the best potion. His friends were amazed but Draco really wasn't. He knew Potter could do anything if he put the right effort into it.
One by one they started leaving the classroom, Draco loungered a bit longer, losing his mates and getting to walk behind the Gryffindor trio. Weasley sister was by the door when they got out. She was a stuttering mess around Potter, very funny to tease and mess with. But this time, he decided against it. Instead, he just listened to their conversation.
"Oh, hi Ginny" said Potter with half a smile.
"H-hi Harry '' replied the redhead playing with her hair. Draco's eyes almost rolled back into his skull.
"What are you doing here?" asked her brother.
"N-nothin I... I was just wondering if you guys wanted to go to the Great Hall together?" she asked.
"Sure" Potter said.
They began walking to the dining room, Draco following a good steps behind but not enough that he couldn't hear them. Granger started talking about their last class and female Weasly became very interested into amortentia. She even got Granger to promise her she would show her how to prepare it if she promised not to use it on someone. The redhead promised but Draco saw how her fingers were crossed at her back.