The Potions class buzzed with quiet excitement as Professor presented a shimmering cauldron of Am0rtenti4. "Ah, Am0rtenti4," The professor announced with a twinkle in his eye. "One of the most powerful potions in existence."

And then you smelled it... a scent that made your stomach churn: fresh cedarwood with a hint of spice - Mattheo's cologne.

You froze, your cheeks flushed. Pansy raised an eyebrow. "Well?" she asked, an unmistakable smirk on her lips. "What do you smell?"

"I..." you began, fumbling for words. Your eyes darted to Mattheo, sitting casually at his table, looking completely uninterested - except for the way his dark eyes flicked towards you. You couldn't say it. Not here.

"I could tell you if Mattheo moved away," you muttered.

Pansy didn't let up. "Oh, come on," she pressed, her tone dripping with false innocence. "It's just a potion. What's the big deal?"

Finally, your frustration got the better of you. You crossed your arms and snapped, "All I can smell is his stupid cologne!"

The class fell silent for a moment before Mattheo sat up, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Me?" he snapped, his voice full of mock offence. "This classroom reeks of your perfume!"

A low chuckle rippled through the room. Pansy exchanged a knowing grin with Theodore, while Draco raised an amused eyebrow in Lorenzo's direction.

Lorenzo leaned closer to Pansy, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Shall we tell them?" he murmured.

Pansy whispered back, "No, it's more fun this way."

You glared at Mattheo, your jaw clenching. "You're unbelievable, Mattheo."

"And you're unbearable," he shot back, leaning closer.

The tension between you crackled in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife, as the rest of the group exchanged knowing looks.

As the lesson progressed, you and Mattheo remained locked in a silent staring contest, the unspoken meaning of your scents completely lost on the two of you - but painfully obvious to everyone else.