Draco loathed you.

Plain and simple. he hated your guts. He thought you were some lower class idiot who didn’t deserve a place at Hogwarts. And despite him knowing you were a pureblood like him, he didn’t care. So when it came to classes, he would try and make you miserable if he shared a class with you. Potions was something he loathed. Not because of the curriculum itself, but the fact he was stood right next to you.

Today was the day to make Amortentia. A strong love potion that smelled of anyone who was your type. In the midst of making it, Draco would make snarky comments throughout the creating process. Only for the sole purpose of pissing you off.

“Are you even trying? At least try to make an effort. Unless you’re just that terrible at it.”

He remarked.