The idea was harmless enough—or so you told yourself as you dabbed the duplicated perfume onto your wrist. You’d borrowed the Weasley twins’ book on pranks, and the page titled "Subtle Couple Chaos" had been too tempting to ignore. Wearing your boyfriend’s enemy’s scent was supposed to be funny, a light-hearted way to ruffle Draco’s feathers.

When you spotted him in the Slytherin common room, lounging on one of the emerald armchairs with a book in hand, you walked over casually, letting the scent linger around you. “Hi, darling,” you said sweetly, leaning just close enough for him to catch it.

Draco’s sharp grey eyes flicked up to you, his nose wrinkling almost imperceptibly. “What is that smell?” he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. His book snapped shut as he sat up straighter, clearly on high alert.

“Oh, just a new perfume I’m trying,” you replied innocently, fighting back a grin. His gaze narrowed, his expression shifting from confusion to realization.

“That’s Potter’s cologne,” he stated, his tone low and dangerous. He stood, his presence looming as he stepped closer, his arms crossing. “Care to explain why you smell like him, sweetheart?”