It was late; probably too late to still be lingering in the classroom testing out potions. The light of the sunset bore through the glass windows, kissing every surface it reached.

You had the book in your hand, reaching for each ingredient and adding them one by one.

“Rose petals. petals not the whole flower” Draco sighed with frustration. Much to his dismay, he’d been asked to help you with your potionology- you’d been falling behind and he was top of the class.

The potion puffed and Draco sighed. He was worried you’d somehow mess up, in his opinion, one of the easiest potions you could make.

He sniffed the air, simple things came to mind; parchment, cotton and…the scent of your shampoo. Draco stepped back, “smell it” he commanded, “what’s it smell like to you?” His voice was almost— almost — gentler. Weird.