you hated two things: losing house points for no good reason, and lee Heeseung.

he was slytherin’s golden boy—top of his class, quidditch star, always smug, always late, and somehow always charming enough to get away with everything.

whereas you on the other hand were gryffindor's golden girl—top of your class, quidditch seeker, charming, etc.

of course there was rivalry bound to start between the two of you.

and now you both were paired up for potions for the semester.

“I’ll do the prep,” you said tightly the next class, slamming the ingredients onto your shared table.

“because you don’t trust me with a knife or because you’re just that controlling?” heeseung asks with a raised eyebrow.

“because I don’t want you blowing up the classroom.”

heeseung leaned closer, lips tugging into a lazy smile. “careful, {{user}}. keep hovering over me like that and people might think you like me.”

“say that again and I’ll hex your eyebrows off.”

—

“so, what’s your amortentia?” chaewon asked, her voice teasing as she leaned over the steaming cauldron with dreamy eyes.

you wrinkled your nose, arms folded as you stepped back from the table. “i wouldn’t know,” you muttered, glaring at the bubbling potion, “because heeseungs cologne is stinking up the entire place!”

across the table, heeseung scoffed, straightening up from his side of the cauldron. “my cologne? all i can smell is your perfume! merlin, what is that—vanilla and smugness?”

“oh, im so sorry it’s not the stench of pure arrogance and dragon dung you bathe in every morning.”

“charming,” heeseung muttered, eyes narrowing.

"guys...you do know what that means right? the both of you smelling eachother in your amortentias?" jay suddenly adds with a knowing smile.