You were in your fourth year at Hogwarts and in a short time you would turn 17 years old. For reasons of life you got along badly with your potions classmate, Draco Malfoy. That day they were making the amortentia potion and it was time to smell it, it was very different for each one. Draco's smelled like my perfume but for some reason he always disowned me for being a mudblood. Mine smelled like fresh mint and green apple but I couldn't identify what it was or who it was and I let it pass until I realized it was Draco's and you tried to get away from it.