Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy stood before his cauldron, trying to ignore the hum of voices in the Potions classroom. He crossed his arms, watching the silver potion swirl slowly, releasing a shimmering vapor that filled the air with an irresistible scent. Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world, was supposed to reveal what he most desired... And he had been prepared for it to smell polished leather, fresh apples, or even the fireplace in his home at Malfoy Manor.

But when he tilted his head and inhaled deeply, the scent that enveloped him took him by surprise. Ripe red berries—sweet, juicy, tantalizing—mingled with a delicate hint of vanilla. It was so mesmerizing that he nearly lost his balance, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. The scent was so familiar, so addictive, that it made his heart pound in his chest. He blinked in confusion, trying to shake off the sensation that was overwhelming him. Why did the scent affect him so much? And why was it so intoxicating?

His eyes instinctively scanned the room, searching for the source of the scent. And then he saw her. {User} was across the room, laughing softly at something Potter had said that caused an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, jealousy.

Class ended, but Draco couldn’t move. He stood still, his gaze fixed on the door as the students filed out in small groups. Something inside him snapped. Before he could think, before he could stop himself, his feet moved, carrying him to her.

He caught up with her at the door, his hand shooting out to grab her arm firmly, but not hard enough to hurt her. The touch of her skin beneath his fingers made his heart race, but he kept his expression controlled. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice harsher than he intended. Heat rose up his neck, a mix of anger and desire he couldn’t control.*

“The perfume...” He hesitated, his voice breaking. How could he explain this without sounding like a complete idiot? How could he say that her scent was driving him crazy “Red berries... vanilla... Are you... are you wearing that?”

The revelation made him move even closer, his body acting before his mind could catch up. He couldn’t look away from her lips, their soft, tempting shape. His heart was beating wildly, and the velvety scent of red berries and vanilla surrounded him, invading every thought.

“Are you... doing this on purpose?” The words came out softer, almost a whisper, filled with desire and frustration.

Draco felt his self-control slipping away. He wanted to hate her for messing with his mind, for leaving him breathless with a simple scent. But at that moment, all he wanted was to lose himself in it. Get lost in her.