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*Evans*

You stare into Cedricโ€™s silver eyes, the light peering through the windows of the castle reflects off of them, making them sparkle.

What were you supposed to say to him? After what happened between you and him. And you and Draco.

Do I really need to choose?

I canโ€™t.

โ€œHey Ced, whatโ€™s up?โ€ you ask, weakly, expecting him to reply with anger.

โ€œNothing,โ€ he replies blankly, almost no emotion emitting from his perfect complexion.

Silence.

You watch as he scans the corridor, then flutter his eyes back over to you. This time, when he looked at you, he seemed disappointed. Disappointed and sad.

โ€œEr- Hermione was looking for you, but now I canโ€™t seem to find her,โ€

โ€œWell, we all have potions together anyway, right? So letโ€™s just meet her there-โ€ he cuts you off.

โ€œUm- no. I need to do something else first,โ€ he looks anywhere but into your eyes.

You can see heโ€™s hurt. You can tell that your actions have had a huge effect on him. But what did you even do wrong? Was it the fact you were fooling around with Draco? Because if so, you had every right to do that. You are single after all.

You nod, as Cedric walks away. As far away as he could go. He was pushing through the crowd of students, going against the current. You turn around and continue down the corridor to potions to meet with Hermione.

โ€œMione! I need to talk to you,โ€ you exclaim, running up to her.

โ€œHello love, ready for potions?โ€

You groan, not looking forward to spending a full ninety minutes listening to the low, monotone voice of Professor Snape.

Hermione gives you a small chuckle, grabbing onto your shoulder, leading you into the classroom. You take your normal seats, yet this time, Hermione sat in the middle. You insisted she did.

โ€œWhereโ€™s Diggory? Heโ€™s never late,โ€

You shrug as the large wooden doors open widely, letting in a big gust of cold air. Everyoneโ€™s attention is now on the door. Snape walks quickly into the classroom, closing the blinds closest to his desk with his wand, crossing his arms as he observes the class in front of him.

Oh no, what does he have planned for today?

โ€œHello class, welcome back,โ€ he sneers, his words laced with sarcasm, โ€œIf you all were paying attention in class at the beggining of the year, you would have remembered the Amortentia potion the I- I mean miss Evans had demonstrated to us,โ€

Oh no, not Amortentia, please.

His eyes lock onto yours, as they seem to be cutting through you. His look was cold and unpleasant that when you even looked at him, you could feel the block of coal that was his heart.

His gaze moves quickly back to the class, as he squints, thinking about what horrible task to give you next.

โ€œI think by now, you have it drilled into your brain the proper way to use materials and brew potions without any difficulty,โ€

You gulp, knowing that you only have a slight understanding of the course, so you look around. To your comfort, everyone else seems just as clueless and worried as you were. All except Hermione.

Normally, when you brew strong potions, Amortentia being one of the strongest, you are put into partners. You usually wind up with Hermione, making the workload ten times easier for you. You just hope thatโ€™s the case this time.

โ€œYou will be brewing Amortentia today. But not alone, since most of you, except for a select few,โ€ Snape glances over at Draco with a smirk. Of course, Snapeโ€™s โ€œsmirksโ€ were hardly smirks, more like a- less cold- stare, โ€œare incapable of brewing a potion alone, you will be working in partners,โ€

You shoot a smile at Hermione, as she returns the excitement.

โ€œBut-,โ€ Snape quickly turns all the happy faces in the room into worried frowns, โ€I will be choosing the partners since barely any of you to seem to know what youโ€™re doing,โ€

You werenโ€™t too worried, since every other time he chose the partners, he let you and Hermione be a pair. Hermione did most of the work, while you watched and learnt, but you worked fairly well for the most part.

โ€œGranger, you will be pared with Parkinson,โ€

Hermione groans, as you see Pansy tug on Dracoโ€™s robes, hoping he will convince Snape to not make them partners, but he just uses his elbow to shove her off of him.

Ha.

โ€œGoyle, you are with Greengrass. Evans, you are with Diggory, but since he seems to have found something better to do than come to class, you will be partnered with Malfoy,โ€

Your throat tightens and your eyes widen.

No.

Please no.

You slowly turn to look at Malfoy, who seems to have zero care in the world about you being his partner.

Once the rest of the class is put into unusual pairs, everyone gets up to move to their newly assigned seats. You walk to the back of the class and plop into the seat beside Malfoy.

He looks up at you as heโ€™s slouched in his seat, feet on top of the desk, playing with the many rings on his fingers. The corners of his mouth lift as he gives you a smirk. You sigh.

โ€œOkay, letโ€™s get this started,โ€ you suggest.

โ€œMhm, go ahead,โ€

What?

โ€œItโ€™s called a partner project for a reason? Weโ€™re supposed to do it in partners?โ€

He just gives you a chuckle.

โ€œI donโ€™t do partners,โ€

โ€œOf course you donโ€™t,โ€ you roll your eyes.

You start to organize all the ingredients needed to brew the Amortentia, unsure if you were correct. You place the rose thorns onto the table and start cutting them up.

Draco immediately sits up, placing his hands on yours.

โ€œNot like that-โ€ he starts saying, pulling your hands away from the project, his silver rings pressing against your warm skin, making you melt, โ€œHave you never brewed a potion before for Merlinโ€™s sake?โ€

โ€œUsually Hermione does it for me,โ€ you admit, embarrassed.

He scoffs.

โ€œOf course. Here,โ€ he slams a piece of parchment paper in front of you on the table, causing you to jump, โ€œJust follow this and you should be fine,โ€

You roll your eyes in annoyance.

โ€œCanโ€™t you just show me how instead of just sitting there twiddling your fucking thumbs?โ€ you snap.

โ€œI already told you, I donโ€™t do this partner shit,โ€

heโ€™s getting on my fucking nerves.

โ€œDoes it look like I give a shit? Get up and help me,โ€ you try to stand up for your opinion, but he soon shuts it down by slamming his fist on the table, which catches everyoneโ€™s attention.

You look around, and to your surprise, you see Hermione and Pansy getting along quite well. A little too well for your comfort. Looking over to Snape, you watch as he slowly walks up to you and Malfoy, ready to scold you.

โ€œWhat. Is. The. The problem?โ€ he asks, more annoyed than usual.

โ€œNothing Professor,โ€ Draco answers quickly.

He glares over at you as you look to Snape and nod, trying to not get detention.

โ€œMalfoy, I suggest you get up and actually try to work with your partner. This is an important assignment,โ€

Draco sighs and stands up beside you, as he looks around the silent classroom, shooting dirty looks to everyone, implying they mind their own business. Snape walks away, as Malfoy starts grabbing ingredients, brewing the potion silently.

For Merlinโ€™s sake-

โ€œCan you at least explain to me what youโ€™re doing?โ€

He once again, slams his fist onto the table, eyeing you as he clenches his jaw, making the muscles in his face tense. You watch as his jawline becomes more and more accentuated, as he gets angrier and angrier. Finally, he takes a deep breath, turning his head to you.

Without warning, he grabs your wrist with his hand, rings pressing against your skin. He moves it onto the knife you were previously using, guiding your hand as you cut the Ashwinder eggs into small pieces. Together.

It felt weird. He wasnโ€™t being aggressive, he was being calm and careful. He was guiding you through it. You looked up into his eyes, which were so focused on what he was doing. He quickly glances over at you but continues to focus on what heโ€™s doing.

Malfoy being focused on work is somehow, extremely attractive.

His gaze slowly moves to you, as you stare into his grey eyes, which are glistening from the torches lining the dungeon walls. You feel as if itโ€™s only you two as the rest of the world orbits around you.

Despite everything else that has happened in the past, you enjoy this moment, taking in all of it. You feel safe, you feel warm. You feel the same, if not better than every time you look into Cedricโ€™s eyes.

Itโ€™s almost like Draco let down a wall of frustration and anger. But this moment didnโ€™t last long when the moment was broken by Snapeโ€™s raspy, low, monotone voice.

โ€œYou all have thirty minutes left,โ€ he announces to the class, who seems to be panicking.

You look back over to Draco, but feel a sharp pain in your finger. The blade of the knife cut the tip of your finger and you started to slightly bleed. Draco gasps.

โ€œShit, y/n- Iโ€™m sorry,โ€

Did he just apologize?

โ€œNo, itโ€™s okay. Itโ€™s only a small cut,โ€ you say, examining the bleeding.

โ€œHere,โ€

Malfoy grabs ahold of your finger, wiping it off with a tissue. He then examines it with a worried expression and pulls out his wand from his robe.

โ€œEpiskey,โ€

The cut quickly seals up, and the bleeding stops. He then rubs his finger over the previously cut finger and looks up at you.

โ€œAre you okay?โ€ he asks, concerned.

Why was he...so nice?

โ€œMhm,โ€ you reply with a kind smile.

~

You complete the potion, with one minute to spare.

โ€œYour time is up,โ€ Snape announces, โ€œLetโ€™s see how you did,โ€

As he goes through the class, asking what they each smell, you keep looking over at Parkinson and Granger who seem to be getting along much better than you expected. They canโ€™t stop giggling and whispering to each other.

โ€œSome students are not paying attention. Miss Evans?โ€

You flutter your eyes away from the girls and over to Snape.

โ€œWhat do you smell?โ€

No, not again.

โ€œI smell,โ€ you inch yourself closer to the cauldron filled with pink liquid, โ€œgreen apples, strong cologne, and mint,โ€

Expected.

But there was something unusual. You could also smell something else.

โ€œBut thereโ€™s also,โ€ you start to say, as the big wooden doors of the classroom open and Cedric walks in, locking eyes with you, โ€œcampfire smoke,โ€ the tension grows between you and Cedric, โ€œvanilla,โ€ everyoneโ€™s eyes were on you, yet you couldnโ€™t take yours off of Diggory, โ€œand honey,โ€

Who is that?

Can you even smell two different people?

The tension was broken between you and Diggory by Snapeโ€™s voice, once again.

โ€œCanโ€™t seem to choose between the two, Miss Evans?โ€ he sneers, at his lousy attempt at humour.

You look over to Hermione, who is more surprised than ever, just as the rest of the class.

โ€œAnd you, Mr. Malfoy?โ€

He sighs, leaning towards the potion and as soon as he takes in a deep breath, his face turns red with confusion.

โ€œI smell, roses?โ€ He glances around the classroom, awaiting everyoneโ€™s reactions, โ€œand candy? Oh, and cinnamon,โ€

Your eyes widen with surprise, as does the rest of the class.

Thatโ€™s- me.

Why did he smell you in the potion?

โ€œVery well, next. Miss Parkinson?โ€

She flutters her eyes over to the potion, as she takes a whiff.

โ€œI smell, vanilla, broomstick handle, and old books,โ€

Hermione?

Why did she smell Mione?

โ€œAnd lastly, Miss Granger,โ€ Snape retorts, with zero enthusiasm.

โ€œHm, I smell expensive perfume, spearmint, and firewhiskey?โ€

Pansy giggles, as she elbows Hermione, whispering something in her ear, that seems to amuse Hermione as well.

~

Once class was dismissed, you met up with Hermione as fast as possible, running through the crowded corridor, tapping on her shoulder, causing her to whip her head around to see who it was.

โ€œMione! Hey! Who did you smell in the Amortentia?โ€ you querie.

โ€œPansy, why?โ€

Does Hermione-?

No...

โ€œBecause,โ€ she seems to struggle putting the words together as she looks around the crowded corridor.

Youโ€™re soon interrupted by Diggory tapping your shoulder from behind.

โ€œY/n, can I talk to you?โ€

What does he want to talk about?

You give him a smile, covering the feeling of regret and how much you are dreading this conversation. Nodding, you follow him off to the side of the corridor.

He leans his back against the wall, avoiding any passing students, crossing his arms.

โ€œI canโ€™t do this anymore Evans, you need to choose. Me, or Malfoy?โ€

Your mind starts to overflow with thoughts. Pros and cons of both Cedric and Draco. They both seemed too good to be true, but which was the right choice?

The problem is, I canโ€™t choose.

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