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Professor Slughorn resumes with his lesson, gesturing towards the few cauldrons bubbling before him. He directs the attention towards them.
"Now, as I was saying, I've prepared a few concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be?" His eyeline hovers above the group of sixth-year students before a young Gryffindor girl raises her hand, her curls bouncing with the action. "Yes, Miss..?" Professor Slughorn prompts her.
"Granger, sir." Hermione smiles at the Potions Professor as she steps forward.
Hermione didn't notice that the use of her surname grabbed the attention of a particular blond, who was now watching her every move. While usually there was a mocking glint in his pools of grey, but there wasn't; that glint had been mocking all of this year, and Hermione was worried that something serious was happening with him.
Hermione started explaining as she pointed to each specific cauldron holding the potion. "That one there is Veritaserum. And that would be Polyjuice Potion. And that is Amortentia! The most powerful love potion in the world. It’s rumoured to smell differently to each person, according to what attracts them." She continues with her explanation, leaning towards the Amortentia, taking a large inhale as the scent moves through her and attacks her system. "For example, I smell freshly mown grass on the Quidditch Pitch and new parchment in an old library and spearmint toothpaste-" She realised her voice had continued to list the multiple scents, stepping back and moving back into line with her other students. She could feel a red-hot blush overtake her skin as she stared down at the ground, embarrassment wrecking its way through her teenage body.
Draco stared at the side of her face before a massive waft of her perfume overwhelmed him. But then he was attacked by the smell of her shampoo. The lavender and lemon scent of the shampoo descended upon him as he turned to the potion he was given to make, but he couldn't concentrate properly.
The smells attacking him were too much.
But, it also seemed she was experiencing something similar as he tried to figure out all of the scents from the Amortentia.
Hermione Granger's perfume.
Hermione Granger's shampoo.
New parchment in an old library, specifically in the Manor. He wondered whether she desired the same place.
He couldn't breathe as it all fell around him, realisation striking him about what this meant for the feelings he'd been experiencing since the third year when she punched him. He still had the scars to prove it.
And the sight on Hermione's face showed that she was realising a similar thing.
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