Ron and Harry were standing in the hallway watching as the confused first year's crowded the hallways unsure of where to go for their scheduled classes. After getting caught by Professor McGonagall the two boys unwillingly made their way towards Professor Slughorn's advanced Potions class.
"Ah, Harry I was beginning to wonder when you'd arrive" the goofy looking man exclaimed when the two made their way into the classroom. "And you are?" he asked looking to Ron.
"Ron Weasley, sir, but I'm god-awful at potions so I'll just be going" Ron said while moving to make his way out of the classroom.
"Nonsense, any friend of Harry's is a friend a mine. Take your books out and join the class"
"Well, actually sir, we haven't got our books yet" Harry said and Slughorn shrugged his shoulders before pointing to the cupboard in the corner of the room.
"Take what you'd like," Slughorn said before turning back to the class. Draco scowled in his spot next to Pansy. It was hard enough being in the same class as Anya but now he'd have to put up Harry as well, not something Draco wanted to do.
"And this potion, what is it?" Slughorn asked the class, not surprised as several female hands raised to answer. "Ah Miss. Jones" Slughorn called out, smiling as she girl in question took a step forward.
"Amortentia, it's the most powerful love potion in the world. It causes a powerful infatuation or obsession in the drinker and has a different aroma for everyone who smells, remind that person of the things they find most attractive," she answered and at the look of encouragement from Professor Slughorn, she continued. "For example, I smell summer rain, flowers, and Italian leather," Anya said, getting distracted as the scent of everything that reminded her of Draco filled her nostrils threatening to pull her over the edge. Shaking herself from the aroma, Anya took a step back from the cauldron as her eyes found Draco's for a brief moment before she continued back to her spot beside Hermione.
"What are those idiots doing?" Hermione hissed from beside her. Anya's eyes followed Hermione's line of vision and fought the urge to laugh as Ron and Harry were pushing against one another's shoulder in the small doorway to the cupboard. "Unbelievable" Hermione chastised before glaring at Anya who was trying desperately not to laugh.
"Sorry" Anya gasped quietly. While Anya had been distracted, she had missed the assignment and the apparent prize that came with it but of course, Hermione hadn't. The girl in question filled her in while the two made their way to their stations to brew their potion of Living Death. Anya was determined to brew it correctly first hoping the Liquid Luck would give her the courage to tell Harry, Ron, and Hermione about her relationship with Draco.
As the class period ticked by, Anya had pulled her long curls up into a messy bun to keep them from getting in her way. She briefly laughed to herself when she had looked up to see that Hermione's hair had frizzed out in size but looked away when Hermione had glared at her. As she dropped her next ingredient into the cauldron that didn't exactly look right, the potion exploding in her face. Heads snapped up at the sound and looked up to see Anya with wide eyes and hands raised in defense, her face now blue. Another explosion sounded and all eyes, except Draco's, turned to see Seamus sans eyebrows.
"Right… Miss. Jones, off to the hospital wing with you" Slughorn demanded. The girl nodded her bent head before pulling her curls down so they covered her face as she hurried from the room.
Later that night, while Anya lay in a bed in the hospital wing, she heard the door open. Looking up she saw Draco sneaking into the dark room before taking a seat beside her.
"You're not so blue" he joked, looking at her face which had been bright blue earlier but was now fading leaving a slight blue tent to her face.
"Thanks" she said with little emotion before she felt the bed dip with Draco's weight. She looked up and saw him sitting at her side on the bed as his hand reached for hers.
"I think you look beautiful either way poppet" he told her seriously, fingers tracing her jaw line.
"Really?" she asked as her eyes lit up in adoration for the man at her side.
"Always"
"I love you Draco, thank you for visiting," Anya told him happily.
"I love you, I'll always find a way to see you no matter where you are," he said, leaning down to press his lips to hers but stopped when he heard a door open.
"Go" Anya whispered, pushing him towards the door so he wouldn't get caught.
"Was there someone here?" Healer Pompfrey asked as she appeared at her bedside.
"No, I don't think so" Anya said, feigning tiredness as the woman nodded her head and made her way back to her chamber. Anya turned to look at the door and saw Draco peer back around the door, blowing her a kiss before he disappeared.