On the potion class, in the 6th year, professor Horace asked for his students if anyone knows the 3 potions that were at the table. Hermione, as usual, raise her hand, waiting for her teacher to call her.
"The first one," the girl starts, "is the Felix Felicis, also called as the Liquid Luck. It's the most powerful lucky potion; if you drink only one gulp, it will give you hours of extreme luck. This one" she points at the second potion, seeing her teacher's approve "is the Polyjuice potion, which requires a lot of work to be done correctly. When you drink, you are able to turn into the chosen person" the girl smiles, thinking that the 'difficult potion' she have done on the 2nd year. "And, this last one… It is the love potion. When done correctly, the person who takes the potion creates an obsession similar to love. It is different to every one who smells, and normally the last fragrance is the smell of the person you really love. For example, for me," the girl get closer to the potion, "it smells like recently cut grass, new parchment, and…" at this point, she hesitated. "Mint. Spearmint toothpaste."
While the Griffindor girl waked back to her place, Pansy, some tables behind, comments with her friends. "That's weird. I know this last smell." She now stares at Hermione. "I think I've already kissed someone with that taste, or with that smell. I think it was…" She turns abruptly, just to confirm what she was thinking. And she was right. "Draco."
Draco Malfoy was already staring Hermione when she turned to him. The girl had listened Pansy's comments, and she turned so quickly she almost dropped her potion. The Slytherin boy and the Griffindor girl stare at each other, each one trying to discover one's mind. Hermione was terrified; she just had a slight crush on the boy on the 3rd grade, nothing else. Draco was confused; he can't like a Griffindor girl, which also is a mudblood. It gets worse; she was Hermione Granger, friends of the famous Harry Potter boy. But prohibited things always sounded more delightful to Draco.
Pansy stares indignantly at the Slytherin boy. Draco started imagining meeting Hermione secretly, and her look passing through him, knowing every deep thought, and not running away. Maybe they could have a chance, and the boy smiled with that. Hermione returned a shyly smile, before she turns back to her potion.
"Perhaps one day," the boy thinks, staring at his green and silver tie, still with a smile in his face. "When this bloody war ends, and if we're alive, I might have a chance with her." He passes his hand through his hair, making it unkempt, while looking at the girl, concentrated in her potion. "One day."
