Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Harry Potter, because J.K. Rowling does.

A/N: There is a song that I listened to while writing. What's a computer and can sing well? Yep- A Dell. Listen to Set Fire to the Rain while reading

I wove in and out of the crowds of second years with Malfoy trailing behind me, calling out for my attention. But I ignored them and hugged my school books closer to my chest while I turned a corner to an eerily quiet corridor. Up ahead was the boy's bathroom. Oi, Johnson! You're deaf aren't you?" Draco began saying.

"Oh, I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" I spun around and watched Draco trot up to me.

"Bloody hell, Johnson! Are you still angry about that night? It's nearly been a week and you still refuse to look me in the eye."

"First of all, Malfoy, it's only been three days. Learn to count." I rolled my eyes. "And, I don't need to look you in the eye. Why on earth would I want to? I'm a coward and I also know that you have 'better things to do.' Like what the Dark Lord assigned you to do."

Malfoy stepped dangerously close to my face and hissed, "We will not talk about this now."

"Then what will we talk about, hmm?" Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but I beat him to it- not wanting to listen to his voice any longer. "We will talk about nothing. And I will leave you alone. And you will do what you need to do. And we will continue living our lives hating each other."

Malfoy grabbed me by my elbow just as I began to walk off. "But you don't hate me."

I gave a frustrated sigh, "Well I-"

"You don't hate me, Charlotte." The way my name sounds from him sounds awkward, being so unused. "And I don't hate you."

I scoffed. He's such a bad liar. "Then why'd you talk to me like that that night? Why'd you call me a coward?"

Malfoy put ran his fingers through his hair and groaned, "I got lost. I… I don't know. I didn't think it would hurt you…" There was a short pause.

"Think a little more the next time you call someone a coward. Because I know I'm not. Not casting the Cruciatus curse while being in the same room as Bellatrix Lestrange is called being brave and doing what's right." I took a deep breath as tears leaked out. "Wanting to not hurt you is brave. Caring for you is brave. I am not a coward."

Draco's hot breath stung my cold cheeks and I realized how close his face was. His usual blue eyes had grown to a gray, as if reflecting the clouds that hung above Hogwarts.

Like I got drunk on his sweet breath- dazed, we both leaned in to close the little space between us. My arms and knees went weak and I dropped the books I used to be holding so tightly. His soft lips met my own gently, feeling warm against my own. Draco threaded his long fingers through my messy hair. The sides of his hand brushed against my neck, sending sparks up. Leaning, my back hit the cold, stone wall as I found my arms full of Malfoy.

"What just happened?" I murmured as we pulled apart slowly, butterflies dancing in my chest wildly.

X

In Potions, my head was high up in clouds. Even Daphne noticed, and that's amazing being the unobservant person she is.

"Here I have several potions. Can anyone identify this one, right here?" Slughorn asked, and brought forth a tiny cauldron of a potion with a pearly sheen and spiraling smoke. Hermione's hand flew up into the air.

"Yes?" Slughorn gestured to Hermione.

"That's amortentia, Professor." Hermione claimed, rather confidently.

"Good, good, and what is amortentia?" One again, Hermione's hand was up.

"It's, of course, the most powerful love potion in the world."

"Correct! And can anyone tell me what it can do?" Big surprise here- Hermione's hand was stretched all the way up. Why doesn't someone just staple it up there?

"What's your name, my dear?" Slughorn asked.

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Tell me, Ms. Granger, what does amortentia do?"

"Amortentia can give the drinker a powerful obsession. Its effects are instantaneous. But of course, it cannot create real love - just an infatuation. Amortentia smells different for everyone, reminding the person of the things they find most attractive, or the person they are attracted to, even if they themselves don't acknowledge it fully." Hermione yammered while making hand gestures.

"Excellent, Ms. Granger!" The pot-bellied professor exclaimed while clapping gleefully. "I couldn't have said it better myself! Now, everybody is welcome to come up and take a whiff."

Daphne and I walked up together. "Hmm… chlorine… roses. Do I smell rain and sandal wood? And-" It was a scent I couldn't quiet place my finger on. "Maybe some kind of herb… or-"Realization dawned on me. I remembered the kiss I shared with Draco. And the smell of his hair.

Another A/N: POP THE CHAMPAGNE! They smooched :D I miss hearing from yall, tell me what you think- I don't bite.

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