Hurry hurry hurry, Harry thought as he ran to Potions class. It was Ron's fault for ditching him, and being the paranoid person that he was, thought Ron got lost and was in dire danger.That was, of course, not the case, and now he was going to be late to Potions.
Huffing and puffing, he rushed into Potions, only to wrinkle his nose in disgust and slight confusion.
"Merlin's pants, why does this place smell like it's been drenched in Malfoy's cologne?" he asked.
The snickers in the room and whispers of "Potty's late" died off abruptly, and everyone in the classroom turned to stare at Harry.
"What's wrong?" he asked, confused and a little scared.
"We're brewing Amortentia, Harry… and, uh…" said Hermione, trailing off as she glanced at Malfoy, who looked dumbfounded.
Oh. Oh. No wonder everybody was looking at him like that. The potion smelled like whatever attracted the brewer so-
Harry's face turned red and he squeaked. Malfoy's cologne? That was what attracted him?
I've screwed up, I've screwed up! Harry thought frantically as he began contemplating running out the room and hiding under the covers in his room forever.
Suddenly, a person pushed past him and ran out the room like a madman.
"Looks like you're not the only one whose been smelling cologne Potter," said Pansy, snickering.
Harry ran out the room after Malfoy.