Hi, I'm ohmyhorcruxes on Instagram and I got 1000 comments on one of my posts so I said I'll write a fanfiction. So I'm sorry if it's not the best, I tried my best. Hope you guys enjoy!
PS: I'm not J.K. Rowling
Draco's POV:
Why was Granger his partner? He could have had anyone but of course he gets Granger. First, he falls in love with her, next, she's everywhere he is, what next? He couldn't help himself, she was stunning at the yule ball. Even weasel noticed. She had something different about her…
Something much more beautiful about her..
Distractedly, he grabbed a handful of flobberworms and somehow in between his thoughts about Hermione, he drops them into the mixture.
"Malfoy!"
Wait. What?
"I don't think you should put that many flobberworms into it!" Hermione shrieked.
Draco looked at his empty, flobberworm slime covered hand. Oh shit.
"Come on Granger, like it's going to make a difference." He started.
*BOOM*
Oh fuck. Granger looked like she was about to explode. Oh boy. But wow was she hot when she was angry.
Granger started yelling at him, lecturing him about daydreaming during class.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
She really needed to stop being a Professor's pet.
̶ wonder why you're getting trolls for your O.W.L.S" She finished. Finally.
"Really Granger, shouldn't it be you getting the trolls? You're the mudblood here." He smirked
She glared at him, "Go get some replacement flobberworms."
Oopsy. You touched a bad spot. Well done Draco. You are such a ladies man aren't you? You better get away from her before she kills you.
Hermione's POV:
As he left to get some more flobberworms, Hermione sighed.
Why was he such an egotistical git?
Stirring the potion, she caught a whiff of the not yet finished amortentia.
Wow. Peppermint toothpaste mmm. Freshly mown grass? Yep and new parchment, okay…
Wait. One more was coming up. What the hell was that? It smelt like a male. But definitely not Harry or Ronald. More posh than them. Hmmm. It smelt familiar.
Who was it?
"Hey, Granger, I found one that looks like weasel." He laughed, holding up a flobberworm with a red head in front of her face.
"Malfoy!" she laughed, "Don't be mean."
"Why? So it's true then? It does look like weasel?" He laughed.
He looks kind of cute when he's not scowling, Hermione thought to herself.
Oh. She realized.
Was Malfoy the mystery smell?
"Malfoy. Could I smell you for a quick second?" she asked. Oh god. Please don't say that she's blushing.
"What? Why?" he asked, laughing in an uncomfortable manner, "wait. Did you smell me in the amortentia?" he laughed again.
Maybe.