After making countless excuses the next day, Harry and Draco attempted to ignore each other in Potions. Slughorn had prepared Amortentia to show the class, and allowed each of his pupils to have a sniff.

Harry nervously put his head over the cauldron, closed his eyes and breathed in. He smelt cigarettes, leather and blood, which wasn't a surprise to him now. He quickly looked up at Draco, who was standing with Blaise and Pansy at the other side of the room. His smile, though forced, was absolutely breathtaking. Today he had decided to dress Muggle-like, wearing skinny jeans and Doc Martens. With his school shirt and robes. Nobody questioned Draco, though Harry could hear Lavender Brown giggling and raving on about him. Harry moved away from the cauldron, still eyeing the beautiful blonde boy.

Draco decided it was his turn to walk over and smell the potion, walking slowly and trying hard to look like he was happy. He wasn't sure what he would smell, but he was pleased to get his answer. Butterbeer – which he had learnt the day before was Harry's favourite. Draco nearly threw up with the smell of something so disgusting to him, but since it was for Harry's sake, he breathed in again calmly. Owl feathers and… could it really be? The smell of Knockturn Alley, damp and musty. Draco remembered his father telling him that Harry had been spotted there one time before second year started. He certainly had to ask Harry about that.

Draco walked back over to his desk and picked up his textbook, and he was caught by surprise when a note fell out of it.

Draco,

Fancy a walk around Hogsmeade tomorrow?

How's eleven?

By the way, I love the Muggle clothes.

Harry x

He shoved the note into his pocket as soon as he finished reading it, not even giving himself time to think. Since it was Friday, Draco had been worrying about what he was going to do over the weekend. Luckily Harry had just decided for them, well, Saturday at least.

Draco spent his night at the top of the Astronomy Tower, looking out at the grounds, occasionally crying, and always thinking of Harry.

Harry decided to pay Draco a visit. He took out the map, wondering where he could be. His eyes darted over the Slytherin dorms and common room, the toilets and the lake first. He started to worry, not able to find Draco, and panicked when he found that he was at the Tower.

What was he doing? Nothing stupid, he hoped. Harry jumped out of bed, already clothed, pulled his Invisibility Cloak over him and rushed out.

When he got there, he was surprised to see Draco was merely sitting down, looking through the waist-high bars between one of the arches in the walls.

"Draco," Harry said quietly.

"Oh, hi Harry."

"How are you? What are you doing up here?" asked Harry, trying not to sound nervous.

"I couldn't sleep. Happens a lot," Draco replied nonchalantly.

"Oh."

"What did you smell today? In Potions?" Draco wanted to know. Was it him? Or Ginny? Or someone else completely.

"I was just going to ask the same… I'm pretty sure I smelt you. Cigarettes, leather and blood. What about you?" Harry smiled.

"Oh, sounds like me. Butterbeer, owl feathers and, um…" Draco wasn't sure he wanted to mention the last.

"Go on," prompted Harry.

"Knockturn Alley," he said quietly.

Harry smiled again. "Of course. It reminds me of you."

Draco smiled too, and Harry was sure it wasn't forced like the one earlier in class. Harry knew he would be safe in kissing Draco, so he leaned in and their lips touched, softly at first. The kissing grew more passionate, and Harry began to slide his hands up Draco's shirt. He could feel his ribs, then his spine as he moved his hands over his back, still kissing. It was frightening and it upset Harry immensely, but Draco was just so beautiful.

"I love you," Harry whispered between a kiss.

Draco pulled away gently. "I love you too, but I'm just not feeling fantastic right now."

"Oh. Alright, I understand."

Draco looked in Harry's eyes nervously, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it with his wand. "Sorry Harry, I know I'm pissing you off, I'm just so stressed and everything…"

"Don't worry about it, it's completely fine. But why do you do it? It's so… Muggle. It's funny," laughed Harry.

"I'm really sorry… I guess, I started because it made me think of you."

"There's honestly nothing at all to be sorry about. That's adorable. I love you," replied Harry, kissing Draco once more.