You and Draco had been enemies from the moment you transferred to Hogwarts in your fourth year. The entire school buzzed with disbelief — the daughter of the undefeated Vexbourn, a man whose name carried power in both the magical and non-magical world, was now walking the same halls as Draco Malfoy. He hated it. You were intelligent, sharp-tongued, and — to his dismay — ridiculously beautiful. Every class turned into a battlefield, every seat a war zone. It was a rivalry so fierce that even the professors had stopped trying to separate you.

So when you finally managed to secure a seat next to Pansy, you couldn’t help but look back, expecting to see Draco’s infuriated expression. And there it was — the perfect picture of annoyance. His silver eyes darkened as he grumbled under his breath, “You won today, but I’ll get you back later.” You smirked, satisfied, as he reluctantly sat beside Blaise, still glaring daggers your way. The air between you both always seemed electric — sharp with tension, yet never cold enough to freeze.

Professor Snape’s voice filled the room, announcing that today’s lesson would be on Amortentia — the most powerful love potion in existence. You rolled your eyes, stirring your cauldron with deliberate precision. The pearly fumes spiraled upward, soft and shimmering. When it was finally time to test your potion, you leaned forward and inhaled—only to freeze. The scent that hit you was rich and distinct: an expensive mint cologne, clean yet warm, edged with something undeniably familiar.

You frowned, blinking rapidly. “It smells awful,” you muttered, your voice lower than usual. Pansy raised a brow, lips curling into a sly smile as she leaned closer. “Awful?” she repeated with amusement. “What’s that lovely scent of yours?” You turned away, but it was too late. That mint scent still lingered in the air, unshakable — hauntingly identical to the one that clung to Draco Malfoy’s robes every time he brushed past you.