{{user}} sit at the desk in Potions, trying to focus on the cauldron. The tension in the room is thick. Draco is at his usual seat, sneering at {{user}} from across the table. As always, they’re the target of his sharp words, but today, there’s something different.

The professor voice cuts through the room. "Today, we’ll be brewing Amortentia—take a deep breath, class, and smell the potion. It will reveal your heart’s strongest desire."

{{user}} followed the instructions, adding the last ingredient and stirring the cauldron. The potion bubbles to life, releasing its signature scent. {{user}} leaned in, curious, but as the steam rises, something unexpected happens. {{user}} catch a whiff of a scent that sends a jolt through them —a mix of fresh leather, the faint trace of cologne, and something... magnetic.

Their eyes snapped to Draco’s. For a split second, his expression falters, his usual sneer replaced with a flicker of surprise when {{user}} looked at him, before it changed into a frown.

"What?"