Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling.
A/N: Just a plot bunnie that would bugger off. One-shot.
When he was sixteen, Draco Malfoy first smelt Amortentia.
He identified three scents rising from the pot in twirling spirals, all of which he thought to be unrelated and irrelevant to him.
So he thought nothing more of it and poked fun at Granger and her completely unless ability to piss the world off with the sound of her whinny voice.
At some point during the lesson, the smell of fresh Tiger lilies made his nose crinkle.
The smell bought back vivid memories of his childhood. Of him running through the manor halls, even though father had warned him not to but what father doesn't know wont hurt him; past the many vases of lilies his mother had received from Japan. The leaves were a yellowish colour with browny-black spots and the only reason mother used them was because the contrasted the colour of the hallway.
They had smelt divine.
The Greengrass's had been the ones to deliver the flowers from Japan. Daphne's mother held a small passion towards flowers and had been responsible for the weekly delivery of fresh lilies to Malfoy manor. Her youngest, Asteria, usually accompanied her. This was how Draco had first met her; surrounded by the scent of divinity.
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Under the scent of lilies, he recognised the smell of something unusual that made him pause in chopping his fresh newts legs. It was the scent of something old yet new. Like when he'd moved rooms within the manor. He gotten a larger bed-super king sized- which had been sitting within the third floors master bedroom for, Merlin knows how, many years; it was ancient yet beautiful with its elegant carvings and raised mattress. His mother had replaced the worn linen with new ebony silk ones that were glorious the sleep in. The smell of the ancient wood and fresh new sheets lured him to sleep and brought feelings of comfort and safety during his time at home.
Asteria had run her thin digits over them during the summer, her alabaster complexion against the shadowy sheets, she thoughtfully told him the bed was Japanese and pointed to the headboard.
" That's Amaterasu. She is the Sun Goddess…she rules over warmth and peace…fertility and the like…and this…"
Moving to the end of the bed she pointed to the artwork,
" This is her brother Tsukuyomi, he is the God of the moon…their never portrayed together, I guess that's why their on opposite ends…Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto angered Amaterasu and she moved to the other side of the sky to avoid the sight of him…so we have day and night...Light and dark... Anyway I need go, Draco, mother needs me at home…nice bed by the way."
Something new yet old. Like the freshness of flowers Asteria had brought with her into his old yet new room.
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The last smell confused him. It was beautiful yet he could not recall having ever encountering it…he spent most of the class thoughtful over the smell but couldn't find where he had last smelt cherry blossoms.
He gave up during dinner; no longer caring.
Asteria sat on down the slytherin table quietly eating beside her sister; a simple white blossom in her dark hair.
My knowlwdge on Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto is simply limited to that of a lover of cultures not my own...
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