Amortentia

Warning: Drarry! (Sort of)

So I kinda want to turn this into a fanfic of its own so let me know if I should.

Harry rushed down the corridors of the dungeon, gripping his bag tightly. He was late for potions-yet again. He froze, his hand pressed against the door to the potions classroom. A strong smell drifted from the room. It smelled metallic, almost, like coins, and like pine trees, and like- fabric softener? Wait-oh…

Harry recognized the scent. He pushed open the door and peered into the classroom. Everyone sat in their usual seats. Oddly enough, Snape was nowhere to be found. Harry sighed in relief, before inhaling the intoxicating scent floating around the room. His eyes flitted across the room, to where the Slytherins sat, but found nothing out of place.

He strode across the room, taking his seat next to Ron. He was leaning over his cauldron, a peaceful look on his face. Harry leaned over.

"Ron, mate, mind telling me why the entire classroom smells like Malfoy?" he said, rather loudly. Several people looked up in shock. Hermione covered her mouth, stifling a gasp.

"Harry… we're brewing Amortentia. You know, the love potion? It smells like whatever attracts you most!" Hermione said, eyes wide. Harry felt blood rushing to his head, his face flushing. He stood up and backed up towards the door.

"I'll just… I'm- ya know, um- bye!" he said, bolting out the door. He leaned heavily against the wall, willing the red spread across his cheeks to go away. He inhaled deeply, pulling off his glasses and closing his eyes.