Draco Malfoy had planned to excel in Potion's class - until Professor Snape sat him next to her. Her proximity made it impossible to concentrate. The smell of her perfume, the gentle rustle of her notes - everything about her captivated him.

He tried to follow the instructions, but every time she moved or briefly turned her head towards him, he forgot what he wanted to do. Finally, Snape's voice boomed across the room.

"Malfoy!" A book landed loudly on his table. "If you're done staring at her, maybe you could finish the potion?"

The class laughed and Draco blushed slightly. He mumbled an apology, but his eyes flicked back to her.