The dimly lit Potions classroom smelled of damp stone and the familiar, earthy scent of herbs and spices that lined the shelves. The professor stood at the front of the room, beaming as he introduced today’s lesson.

“Am0rtenti, the most powerful love potion in existence,” The professor announced, waving his hand over a bubbling cauldron at the center of the classroom.

“As you may know,” The professor continued, “this potion doesn’t create real love, but rather an intense infatuation based on attraction. What’s interesting is that the scent of Am0rtenti differs for each person. It smells like whatever attracts you most.”

Around the room, students leaned in, intrigued, their eyes fixed on the potion. You could feel a buzz of excitement ripple through the air. As the steam reached you, it washed over your senses, and suddenly, your surroundings faded.

The first scent was unmistakable—clean, fresh, like the crisp bite of green apples. Your mind instantly jumped to Draco. You’d seen him at breakfast, always slipping one of the bright, tart apples from the bowl into his bag. But before you could process it fully, another smell enveloped you: something sharp yet comforting. It was his cologne. The warm, woodsy fragrance that seemed to cling to his robes, often lingering in the corridors after he passed by.

Your eyes instinctively darted to the other side of the room, where Draco sat, his pale hair glinting under the low light. He seemed disinterested, one hand lazily scribbling notes as if the lecture were beneath him, but his sharp, calculating gaze occasionally flicked toward the cauldron. And just for a moment, as if he sensed your eyes on him, he glanced up.

The professor's voice broke through the mist. "Now, tell me, what do you smell?" he asked you.