Severus:Well, obviously we do not own this. If we did, would we be posting on ? Stop laughing Draco! ... are you nomming your gatorade bottle? I really shouldn't have given you coffee...

draco:*stops noming cup* im not noming my cup... i was deciding if it i wanted to drink it and my mouth was already open so what was the point in shutting it?

Severus: Well, this our second attempt. We did this five minutes ago, but the school computers are stupid face and shut down on us. That's absurd...

Stop giggling, Draco, you little shit! it was just a typo...

draco: but you spelled computer comkutor and chapter cahpter

lol

Severus: That does not matter, Draco. Can we post the chapter now?

draco: *sips orange gatorade* sure :3

Harry: *shakes head* Your grammar kills me.

A Breath of Amortenia

"Potions with the Slytherins! Why is it always the Slytherins?" grumbled Ron for the third time this mornings.

"Stop your moaning Ronald," snapped Hermione, "We'll be late is we don't hurry!"

"Hermione," Harry grabbed the back of her robes, "Slow down. Class doesn't start for another fifteen minutes."

"Sorry," she huffed, slowing to a walk beside Harry, "I'm just a bit eager for today's lesson. We start our study on Love Potions today."

Her words caught Ron's attention, "Slughorn's going to teach us how to make Love Potions? Brilliant!"

Harry rolled his eyes. What does Ron need love potion for? Lavender is already glued to his side.

"If you gave Lavender an even larger does of 'love for Ron' , she may just faint dead away." Hermione muttered under her breath, voicing Harry's thoughts. But Harry could see a teasing light in her eyes, and a glint of something in her eyes. A look he hadn't seen since the day she had asked him to form the D.A.

He cast a quick glance at Ron, who was completely unaware of the sudden change, to make sure he had not noticed the change; Lavender had found him, making him oblivious to the world around him..

"Why are you so excited about love potions?" Harry hissed at her, ignoring Hermione's protests of needing to get to class.

"Why?" He said, slightly louder than before.

Hermione sighed, "Harry! Honestly, it's nothing. No need to be so paranoid." She smiled slightly, hurrying past him before he could question her further.

If that was nothing, then I am a Hippogriff.

He rushed after, blending into the dozen or so student who were entering the classroom. Harry caught the slightest glance of Draco's blonde hair, towards the front of the crowd of students. Professor ushered in the last few stragglers as Harry and Hermione took their seats next to one another, Ron and Lavender opting to sit together at another table.

"Hate to say it Harry, but I think Lavender has replaced you in the best friend category." teased Hermione.

Harry looked over at the couple, oblivious to anyone around as they sat next to one another. It bothered him that Ron had been ignoring them lately and was always off with Lavender. They had been best friends since first year and Ron and Lavender had only been dating since the beginning of term; was a girl really going to come between the three of them?

The train of thought halted as Harry caught sight of Draco across the room where he sat with his usual group of Slytherins. Draco acted as though he had no notion of even knowing Harry existed, let alone was in the same room as him.

I guess he wants to go back to being Malfoy and Potter again...

He turned back to Hermione, "I think you're right, as usual."

But his comment went unheard, as Hermione had set to work with unrolling a scroll of parchment and reaching for her quill and ink. He sighed and turning his attention to the jovial professor that now stood at the head of the classroom. Harry chuckled slightly at Slughorn's demeanor, so much different from Snape's dark and cruel presence. Hermione's quill scratched furiously as she took word-for-word notes on the potion the would be brewing today.

"The main focus off this love potion, like so many other, of how it smells." Slughorn continued, "Love has much to do with attraction, and one thing all people are attracted to do are connected to your senses. In particular, one's sense of smell."

Harry thought back to his run-in with Draco the week before. Now that he thought about, the one thing he remembered easily was how Draco had smelled. It had left a permanent imprint on Harry's mind. Perhaps Slughorn was onto something, allowing them to brew this potion. He was giving Harry the ability to find out why Harry couldn't get the scent out of his head. It was a weaker love potion, not strong enough to create love or an infatuation, but more of a pull to the object of your desire. Everyone would take a small dose at the end of the class to test to see if they brewed it correctly.

"Now, can anyone tell me what this delightfully smelling potion is?" voiced the Professor, drawing Harry's attention to the pale, simmering potion at the front of the room.

Hermione's hand shot up immediately.

"Yes Ms. Granger?"

"Amortenia, sir, the most powerful love potion there is."

"Excellent Ms. Granger, ten points! Now, as one of the most powerful love potions, it is rather difficult to brew. Don't worry, you wont be making any this year."

The large professor leaned forward, inhaling deeply.

"The smell varies, depending on what attracts you most. I myself smell pineapple, hints of cherry, and oak." His eyes traveled around the room, "let's see here, Mr. Zabini, Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy, come up here please."

Hesitantly, Harry stood, flowing Hermione up to the simmering cauldron.

"Gather round, children; breath deeply, if you will."

The four of them huddled around the pale potion, inhaling it's spirals of steam.

"Good, very good. Now, What do you smell? Mr. Zabini?"

The olive-skinned Slytherin to another sniff, "Coffee...Vanilla, too I think." He inhaled again, deeply taking in the scent, "and... peppermint."

Slughorn turned to Hermione, "Ms. Granger?"

Her face was determined as she leaned in closer, "New parchment, freshly mowed grass, and lemon." she said assuredly.

"And you, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Something wooden... Pine I think. Leather... and some sort of flower. Sort of like a lily, only stronger." his face reddened somewhat at his words, "almost like Lily of the Valley."

"Very nice. And last, but certainly not least, Mr. Potter."

Harry took a deep breath, staring into the steam rising from the mother-of-pearl potion. A fresh smell filled his head, crisp and clean.

"Clean Linen. Er... pine, I think." He took another breath, the smell becoming intoxicating, "and a mixture of pumpkins, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Sort of like a harvest spice.

He couldn't place the last scent, though it was achingly familiar. In fact, he could smell it before he had even inhaling the potion's tantalizing vapors.

"Fantastic! Five points each! Now, return to your Cauldron and begin brewing the potion on page 394. Keep in mind that the smell is appealing to you, or else it could end with disastrous results!"

Draco turned sharply, causing a gust of air to rush at Harry's face. The scent surrounded him, enveloping him completely. A mixture of sweet spices, exactly the same as the one from the potion. A sweet harvest spice...

That was Draco I smelt in the potion?

Stunned, Harry followed Hermione back to their seats.

"Harry," whispered Hermione as they took their seats, " Did you smell..."

"Yes." he answered before she could finish her question.

"In the bathroom, last week, did he smell like that?"

He nodded, still shocked at the new revelation. She was right; in that whiff of Amortenia, Harry smelled Draco Malfoy. And for some reason, this comforted Harry.

"It doesn't bother you, does it? That his potion smelt like you and your smelt like him?"

Hermione knew she didn't have to ask; she had watched him over the past week. She saw the glances Harry threw at Draco from across classrooms and the Great Hall. But now, she needed Harry to admit it out loud; it would only get worse for both boys if Harry kept this to himself.

"No, and I can't explain why. It's almost... comforting in a way. But..."

Hermione silenced him with a look, "I know. We'll talk about it in the common room tonight."

Harry let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks Hermione."

"It's nothing. Besides, I think we both need to talk about our Amortenia." She said with a slight smile.

Her eyes flickered across the room, unnoticed by Harry, to a dark haired boy sitting next to Draco. Yes, we'll have plenty to talk about tonight, Harry.

Well, How was that? pretty good, eh? We really hope so... so, yeah. Um... please review?

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Severus

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