A/N: Hi Guys! This is my first ever story on here, and my first Drarry Story! So, I'd just like to say, if it's not that great, beware. It's something new for me, and I'm extremely excited to give it a try! :) So, for all you Drarry lovers out there, check out this story! Also, this is based off of a textpost I saw on tumblr, and many of you have probably already seen it as well. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. I am simply using the chracters and setting already made up by the wonderful J.K. Rowling and putting them in my own plot.

Chapter 1

"Hey mate, we're going down to breakfast, you should get up so you're not late," Ron Weasley said to one of his best friends, Harry Potter. Ron pulled the curtains of Harry's four-poster bed away, letting the morning sun shine in Harry's face.

"Argh," Harry groaned, burying his face in the pillow to shield himself from the sun. "I'll get up soon and meet you at class, I'm not hungry anyways," Harry mumbled into his pillow.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea, you know what Snape did last time you were late... and it will only get worse," Ron reminded his friend, not wanting any more points unnecessarily taken from Gryffindor.

"I'll get up in five minutes, I promise," Harry said, waving Ron off with his hands. Ron rolled his eyes and gave up, pulling the curtains to his bed back shut. He just hoped Harry would actually get up in five minutes.

But, big surprise, Harry did not get up in five minutes.

When Harry finally rolled out of bed, it was 7:59. Potions, his first class of the day, started at 8:00. "Bloody hell," Harry mumbled as he sprung out of bed. He scrambled around the room, desperate to find a clean pair of robes. Once he finally found a pair, he checked the clock. It read 8:02. "Bollocks," he said, changing into his robes as quickly as he could. He checked himself in the mirror. He desperately tried to flatten his bed head, but it just wasn't working. With a quick glance at the clock, which now read 8:04, he grabbed his school bag and dashed out of the dormitory.

Harry ran down the steps of his dormitory into the now empty Gryffindor common room. He pushed through the fat lady portrait, who yelled out something to him about being late yet again. Harry ignored her comment, more scared about what Professor Snape, the current potions professor, was going to do. Last time Harry was late to his class, he had taken 20 points from Gryffindor. Needless to say, the Gryffindors were not Harry's biggest fan that day.

'Why does the potions room have to be all the way in the dungeons?' Harry thought as he stepped off of the last stair. He was almost there, but it had to be 8:06 now, and he still had a minute of running.

By the time he had made it to the potions lab, he had decided to try to slip in as discreetly as possible. He carefully put his hands on the door and pulled it open ever so slightly. It made what seemed like the loudest creak ever, which caused the entire class, plus Snape, to look in his direction. Harry couldn't help but notice Malfoy's smirk, which he saw from the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Potter," Snape drawled upon Harry's arrival. "How nice of you to join us." Harry swallowed nervously and nodded. He began to walk towards an empty desk in the middle of the classroom, but Snape stopped him. "Not so fast, Potter. Didn't think you were getting off that easy, did you?" he snarled.

Harry stopped in his tracks. "No, Professor," he said, a decent amount of hate in his voice.

"Very good," Snape said, satisfied. "Now, would you mind telling me what this potion smells like?"

Harry had not noticed the scent when he first walked in, but he sure did now. He had no idea what the potion was, but it smelled a whole lot like Snape had used an entire bottle of Malfoy's perfume while brewing it. So, without a second thought, and figuring there's nothing else to lose, so might as well take the oppurtuntiy to make fun of Malfoy while he can, Harry said "Honestly, it stinks of Malfoy quite a bit.'

It was like Harry had flipped an 'on' switch. Chatters started up everywhere, people turning to their classmates and whispering all while sneaking glances at Harry and Malfoy. Harry looked over towards Ron and Hermione; Ron wore a sickened expression while Hermione looked pitiful. "Harry," Hermione started cautiously. "This potion is Amortentia."

And then Harry realized what he had just done. He had just unwillingly revealed his giant crush on Draco Malfoy, his arch-nemesis, to all of the sixth-year Gyffindors and Slytherins, including Draco Malfoy himself, and his least favorite professor.

Harry's head started spinning. He looked to the ground, figuring it was the safest place to look as he was painfully aware of all the stares and whispers. "Enough," barked Snape, which made the class go deadly silent.

Harry looked straight at Snape, ignoring everyone elses gazes, especially Malfoy's. "I need to go to the bathroom," he said. Harry turned around, still ignoring everyone else, and walked straight out of the door. The entire class stared up at Snape, who for the first time in a long time looked completely bewildered at the situation that had just occured. "10 points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for telling Mr. Potter what the potion was before he could figure it out."